Bert's POV

This was not the job I signed up for. I'd driven a truck for Baker & Sanders for 10 years, transporting legal products all over the U.S. Then, my boss M. had 'coerced' me into a job I didn't want to do, and by coerced I mean threatened. The job was moving a shipment of tax free booze. From that day, he knew he had me. My stomach always felt ready to explode with guilt. But I developed a reputation for being reliable and on time like always. I've probably driven just about everything you can think of across state line and then brought the money back, except this. I didn't know if I could do this, but its not like I could say no either. Not unless I wanted to end up at the bottom of the river. So there I sat with Pedicone, another poor shmuck in the same position, getting ready to grab some girl. Guess this rich guy wanted his stepdaughter. Pretty twisted.

" Ok, Mike. Here's the plan. We're gonna park a ways down to avoid suspicion. She lives on the small slope. There's a slightly woodsy the area off to the side, so we're gonna come in from over here.” I pointed to the little map I drew. “We're gonna to ring the bell, have the gun drawn and if all goes well, have her walk out nice and quiet. Just like we're all taking a walk. She could take a nice little ride in the van. She can spend pleasant night in the hotel room with us. Then we meet with this rich guy tomorrow afternoon." I was trying to convince myself and we both knew it. He nodded and looked just as nervous. We weren't kidnappers and felons. We were guys saving to buy houses and hoping for a wife and kids.

"Ok. Sounds easy enough. We got a picture?”

"No, unfortunately. Just a description I scribbled down from M.” I started reading it. “Long, brown hair that goes to her shoulders with a slight curl on the ends.” We both laughed.” Ok, eyes are hazel green. And she's very short. like very, very short."

"Sounds easy. I'm ready when you are."

"Right, easy. You got your chloroform rag and gun?”

Yep, let's get this over with.”

Quietly, we got out of the van and pushed the door closed, but left it unlocked. This way we could open it up quickly and put her in the back. We stuck chloroform rags in both of our back pockets for accessibility and set a brisk pace. I couldn't put this behind me fast enough. We were about 10 feet from the front door when we heard the crunch of gravel behind us. We turned around and saw a brunette, teenage girl, but she was definitely not the one we were sent for. She was about 5'7", had an obvious boob job and was barely dressed. If she didn't look so young, I would have mistaken her for a hooker. Immediately I started to panic. I didn't know who this girl was or why she was here but she had seen us walking toward this house. If we followed through with the plan, we were now 2 men spotted at the scene of the crime.

“Hi, who are you?”

“Who are you?” she asked. She continued to walk toward us but she augmented the swing if her hips so much it seemed more parody than sexy. Probably worked on the high school boys.

"My name is Bert. I am a friend of Frankie's stepdad. This is Frankie's house so who are you and why are you here?" I realized that I had to grab her too now. But maybe a friendly chat would result in a few, hopefully honest answers first.

"Im Lindsay. I'm here to get my boyfriend back. He's vacationing here this week."

"Oh? What happened?" Mike started inching behind her subtly, while I pretended to be interested in her. " I'm surprised you need to work to get him back. Pretty, sexy girl like you. I can't imagine you losing anyone. What happened?" Of course, this was the kind of girl who could never have enough attention, so the flattery worked perfectly. She batted her eyes, then slowly blinked, all the while keeping them on me.

"Oh you know...." Mike had the chloroform soaked rag over her face quickly and then she was quiet. He took her back to the van and I kept going to the door. I was confident I could handle one little girl. Everything went smoothly just like we planned. She answered the door and as soon as she saw the gun she stayed quiet. I motioned for her to take a few steps outside. I mouthed, I'm so sorry, then used the chloroform on her. She was tiny, which made me feel even guiltier, something I didn't realize was even possible. I felt like I was taking a little girl from her house and bringing her to a monster. Maybe I was. She weighed almost nothing, so carrying her to the van was a piece of cake. Soon we were off to the hotel room was 2 unconscious girls tied up in the back.

Notes

Time for an opinion poll..... I'm hoping to finish this story up in the next month or so, depending on my health. Things will be posted regularly. The action will be fast paced. Thats the place. Here is a question I'd like you to consider over the next few updates, once you have more info.

You know about the evil deeds of Lindsay and John. If its uncovered that they are even more evil, just HOW much revenge would make you happy and how far is too far? I have things planned, but Idk....

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