First message
His hand covered your mouth, silencing the scream. You kicked and struggled, losing your shoes in the process before he picked you up and threw you into the back of a car.
Another man caught you, pressing a cloth firmly over your face. The world tilted, your vision blurred and everything became too distorted, distant, slow. A car door slammed and the engine roared.
Rex, this is the wrong fucking one! A gruff voice barked from somewhere beside you.
The one called Rex laughed and glanced in the rearview mirror. I know, this one's so much better. And then the world went black
Rex had bound you to the chair in the library, hands and feet sufficiently taut enough so as not to hurt but still keep you where he wanted you. You were slumped and unconscious.
I seriously hope you know what you're doing here Rex, Ellis's voice warned from behind, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched. This wasn't the fucking plan.
I know it wasn't the plan, Rex sighs, stepping back and standing beside his brother. But, Phillip Nottingham's heir is sat right in front of us. We're going to show them that you don't mess with the Monroe's whilst also getting us a shit tonne of money!
Delilah stormed into the room, her face red in anger. That's if Nottingham answers the phone, he's refusing my calls.
Rex turned, just as Jade laughed. Oh we're so fucking screwed, she said, and tapped Rex on the shoulder. Well done Rex, you've done it again. Now what do we do?