Oh my God. Why the hell did Ryan kidnap a KID? I mean, of all the uprisings he could have caused in a hospital he kidnaps a CHILD? I shook my head wearily. Ryan Watts wore me out 24/7. But I could not help myself from loving him.
Abruptly he glanced over at me and nodded subtly. Sighing theatrically, I whipped out my cigarette and lit up. Taking a long drag (that immediately went out in the pouring rain but still eased me for the moment) I flounced towards our latest victim.
I was used to Ryan's ransom projects. He somehow always convinced me to be a part of his scheme, and I went along like his puppy dog. I knew he was using me. I was ideal for any kidnapping situation. I could charm men, be a friend to women, and lure little kids into my clutches as if I was everybody's mother. But this time was different. He'd taken a girl whose age I wasn't accustomed to. She must have been at least a preteen if not an early teenager, and from the defiant look she was giving Ryan I decided on the latter.
"Hi, sweetie. My name's Megan. Megan McGuiness." I extended a hand which she regarded with unconcealed contempt. Then she looked me straight in the eye with an ultra-sweet smile.
"Hi Megan. I'm Taylor. Taylor Maldonado. So, are taxi drivers using green Camaros now?" She looked behind me and her eyes widened at the sight of the car.
I know, kid, I wish it was mine too.
I laughed, "Haha, you're a funny one, Taylor. Actually, that's Ryan's car. Mine's across the lot." I nodded over my shoulder in the general direction of the racy red convertible.
"Hey, my sister has a nail polish in that color. It's called 'Rock the Vote Red'. She really likes it. I've used it a couple times but it never comes out that glossy and--" Ryan cut her off.
"Yeah, it's gorgeous, we all know, Taylor. Now just get in Megan's car." He gave her a tough shove and she fell on top of me. For a moment fear crossed her face, but then her smooth agitated expression returned and she folded her arms tightly across her breastless chest.
"Fine. But I call shotgun."
Without thinking I laughed. "Sure, honey, let's go."
As Taylor and I walked to the car, I didn't dare look back at Ryan, for fear he might see the guilt easily visible on my face. Taylor Maldonado was my only way out of the hell Ryan put me through. I helped her into my car, and then raced away. Ryan hadn't even gotten into the stolen Camaro yet, I could keep going. All I had to do is ask Taylor where she lived, dispose of her, and then I could run free.
This idea was appealing to me more and more as we drove along Madison Avenue. I looked over to the gangly figure next to me. "So Taylor, where--"
"Megan keep your eyes on the--" She stopped at the same time as I slammed on the brakes and the car flew to the side of the road. The rain pelted down on the two of us (the convertible's top was broken) and I could just make out the silhouette of a person not three yards ahead of us. I stole a glance at Taylor, whose mouth fell open in either surprise, horror, or delight (I'm new at this "kid" thing).
"What is it, Taylor?"
She grinned an evil grin that I've only ever seen on my sister's five-year-old daughter, Maddy, before saying, "Megan, that's my brother!"
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