Gracie had been locked up in a room for the past two months, though sheād lost count after the first couple of days. She was positive sheād never see Kylie, Louie, Frankie, or Matt ever again and it was killing her. Sheād spent a year being a complete bitch and it had gotten her in the biggest mess of her life. At this point if given the option sheād probably call her dad and ask for his help, sheād become that desperate. The only person she ever saw was some sarcastic asshole by the name of Gerard.
At first sheād tried seducing the guy, but to her surprise he hadnāt fallen for it. Then sheād tried crying hysterically and begging him to let her go, when that didnāt work Gracie had unleashed her drug withdrawal, induced rage on him. Nothing worked, whoever he was it was like someone was telling him how to work her, how to dodge all her tricks and exactly how to handle her. Which she didnāt understand, because she had no fucking idea who this guy was and she had no fucking idea where she was. She knew that her and Gerard werenāt the only ones in the house though, because everyone in a while she heard a couple other guys and another girl talking, yet Gerard was the only one she ever saw.
She hadnāt had a hit of any type of drug in what felt like centuries and she honestly cried herself to sleep every night, because she was miserable. She was hoping Matt or at the very least Frankie or Louie would find her, but they hadnāt and sheād lost hope. The only thing Gerard ever gave her was cigarettes and he kept her well-fed.
Gracie sat in the window sill , her feet dangling out from the two story window. Wherever the hell she was it was breathtakingly beautiful and if she was being honest, life locked in her little room was better than life had ever been with Louie, although sheād never admit that. Sheād stopped fighting Gerard about a week ago, it was useless. She pressed the cigarette to her lips as she looked out over the sparkling black water the reflected the beautiful night lights of the ritzy island city. The stars were brighter here then sheād ever seen them anywhere else. Gracieās eyes moved along the docks, the boats reminding her of every party she attended with Louie and how fake sheād had to act just to fit in.
The door opened up behind her but she didnāt turn to see who it was because she already knew. She blew out a cloud of smoke as she heard him turn the radio on and she smirked as the familiar raggie music sounded through the speakers of the radio. She glanced over her shoulder then, to see him swaying with a stupid smirk on his face. Gracie stepped back into the bedroom, flicking her cigarette away as she lend up against the wall watching him.
āYour obsession with Bob Marley is frustrating, you know that?ā She sighed. She knew something didnāt add up right, he was way too damn nice to her to be a kidnaper, but she didnāt question it. She watched him light a joint and she bit her lip because it had been so long since sheād been high.
āOh, come on Gigi.ā He winked at first sheād hated that he called her that, but sheād gotten used to it. āYouāre in paradise, itās not going to get any better until you let go.ā He shrugged letting out a puff of smoke as he continued to sway like he had no cares in the world. āA little fun never killed anyone.ā He smirked.
She rolled her eyes pushing off the wall as she walked over to him, grabbing the joint from between his lips and to her surprise he didnāt stop her. She moan, but her voice was lost in the sound of the music, even something as light as the weed felt amazing in her system. She swayed to the music, her hands above her head, taking his advice and letting go for the first time and she had to admit it felt good, because she let her mind be clear of all her worry. She breathed in the fresh ocean air and let herself get lost in the music.
Louie, Frankie, Peter, and Chase had nearly lost it when they found out what happened. They of course blamed Tyler and Matt at first, telling them they had something to do with it, but Tyler had shot down everyone one of their possible explanations of how him or Matt could have done it and eventually theyād dropped it. Louie and Peter had every dam person they knew looking for the girls. However Tyler knew it was useless because heād done his research and Louie only really had people backing him from the US, Mexico, and Italy. Where Peter was spread out a little more, but not even Bryan had people near where heād sent the girls. However, Tyler worry about them being dangerously close to Italy.
Heād been keeping in contact with Marshall though and according to Marshall, they hadnāt let Kylie or Gracie out of the house, let alone their bedrooms, so it was highly unlikely that theyād be caught. Louie had Matt out almost every night searching for Gracie and Peter rarely let Tyler sleep, every time Tyler came back with no information Peter lectured him, screamed at him, and let him know how everything was his fault. What was only supposed to be a month long venture had turned into two months. But, Tyler knew he had to be patient as badly as he wanted to get to Kylie, if he rushed things theyād catch on. Tyler took it all in stride, because he was well aware that Kylie was fine and to Peter it looked like he didnāt give a shit, which only sold his point even more that he hadnāt been behind their disappearance.
Eventually though, Tyler had told the Evans brotherās he was finished putting up with their shit and it had ended in a pretty nasty fight only he knew the Evans brotherās werenāt stupid enough to try anything. Heād kept little contact with Matt, knowing that they werenāt completely out of the clear and eventually heād gone back to Vegas. It was lonely and all he thought about was Kylie. He knew she was going to be livid with him, he just hopped sheād forgive him.
He sighed as he sat at his kitchen table and the house that heād once shared with Bunny, Kylie, Gracie, Matt, and Marshal was completely and utterly silent. It was a weird feeling, because he wasnāt sure his house had ever been that empty in the two and a half years heād lived there. He pressed his cigarette to his lips, taking a long drag off of it. His flight was leaving in an hour, his bags were packed and waiting by the door. The only thing that he was waiting for was Matt and Chels. Things had worked out so that they could go together and he was glad, because he knew that handling the girls together would be easier then handling them alone.
Marshall had successfully gotten both girls halfway across the country and kept them locked away. He had to be careful to stay out of sight and out of ear shoot, because both Gracie and Kylie knew exactly who he was. So Marshall had learned to stay behind the scenes. Marshallās job was to give orders and keep Tyler and Matt posted. Gerardās job was to deal with Gracie while Matt feed him details. Rick was in charge of Kylie while Tyler feed him details. Bonnie had become the self-proclaimed āHouse-Wifeā. She cooked the food that Kylie and Gracie ate and kept the guys in check.
There system worked out really well, well enough that theyād managed to keep Kylie and Gracie in the dark and keep them from running away on them, despite there several attempts. Marshall had done an amazing job keeping everything in order, but it was no surprise considering heād been taught by the best.
He lend over the railing of the balcony, cigarette dangling between his fingertips. He was supposed to be picking Tyler, Matt, and Chels up in a few hours. It felt like a lifetime seen heād seen anyone he really, sure heād grown up with Bonnie, but he wasnāt entirely sure he really knew her. He sighed as he flicked his cigarette away and slipped back inside.