Love Journal – As Told By An Emotionally Constipated Half-Genius - Chapter 267

Alex was the first to wake up. Memories hit her like a truck and the model bit the insides of her cheek so hard to muffle her voice while coping with the pain. They were in a moving vehicle from the smell of gasoline and the low humming of the engine. There were at least two men with them in the vehicle talking in low voices. She couldn’t hear what they were saying but Alex quickly tried to test the strength of her restraints. Thankfully, Claire taught them enough to cope with such a situation. Alex didn’t know what she would do if she hadn’t the basics pounded into her. Although, it was quite worrying to not know where she was or where Scarlet was.

As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, Alex saw that there was a crack with some faint lights and an airflow. She wriggled herself closer and felt something soft and warm near her. Shocked initially, Alex wanted to scream but held it in. It took her a while to realise that it was a human leg but not any ordinary human’s leg. That leg belonged to Scarlet. Her sister was here with her! It was a good thing she recognised the smell of Scarlet’s shampoo that could never be washed away no matter what Scarlet did. Herbal shampoos had a rather strong smell and Alex never really liked that stuff even if Scarlet swore by it.

With that small gap, Alex was finally able to figure out where she was. They were in the car boot and the model started to move and feel about. Her hands were bound behind her so it was going to be tricky to undo the plastic wire-tie that these men used to restrain them. Alex decided to find anything she could get her hands on in the boot that might act as a weapon or a cutter to cut the plastic wire-tie. Anything sharp that has friction would do.

The model tried to work as fast as she could and found that while none of the tools in the car was useful, Alex noticed that the kidnappers underestimated them. Although their phones were taken, Alex still had all her accessories.

Thanking Elfie for the good thinking, Alex worked hard to reach her ankle. There was a tracking bug hidden in the anklet that could be activated manually if Alex managed to press it for long enough. The bound hands and feet made it impossible for Alex to reach her ankles and the boot had a height limit so the model gave up for now when the car stopped. She quickly pretended to still be unconscious but listened closely to where they were and tried to steal a peek at the city landscape to try to identify where they were.

The men got out of the car and started to transfer the girls from the boot to another car but this time, they were thrown in the backseat instead of the boot. The car’s windows were very tinted so nobody would be able to see anything from the outside.

The second part of their journey was so long that Alex had a hard time remaining still now that the two men in the front seat were able to see if they woke up from the rear mirror. Alex never stopped trying to reach for the button to activate the tracking device in her anklet and she eventually succeeded by using the bottom of the car seat in front of her. With the signal supposedly activated, Alex could only pray that help arrived soon. She would do her best to stall for enough time. Scarlet was extremely vulnerable now, it was up to Alex to take one for the team like what Scarlet did many years before.

When they finally arrived at the destination of what appeared to be a town in New Jersey, Alex recognised the hotel that they stopped by. Wasn’t this a branch of the hotels Leah owned? Alex was slightly confused. Leah was a dumb bitch, she wouldn’t be clever enough to pull this off. How did she manage to get them both and hire professional gunners? Unless…

If Leah proved to have a connection with Anastasia, Alex was going to make this bitch pay for it. If this was simply nasty revenge for Scarlet’s closeness with her betrothed, Alex could settle the score separately. However, if she was working with Anastasia, Alex will do her damnedest to put this psycho behind bars too.

The hotel was devoid of people and the two men didn’t even bother covering their tracks, casually walking through the back entrance with two unconscious girls who had their hands and feet wire-tied. Alex took a peek and counted the people in the building. Twelve men armed with guns on the first level and two at the back entrance when they first entered. There was no way she was going to be able to run with so much security.

As they went up in the lift, Alex didn’t need to peek to know they were heading for the top floor. Leah was a shallow person, such a thing was predictable. They were taken to the president suite and Alex wanted to see what the heiress would do if they refused to wake up. Perhaps this was the best method to buy time. If they didn’t wake up and the kidnappers didn’t force them to wake up, all Alex had to do was wait for help to arrive.

Unfortunately for her, Leah was in a talking mood.

As soon as the men threw the girls onto the bed, Leah ordered them to leave. Alex waited to see what the lady would do and she wasn’t entirely surprised that ice-cold water was poured onto her face. This bitch didn’t even use normal water, she took a bottle of mineral water from the mini-fridge to do this. How much of a grudge does this lady have with them?

Alex spluttered awake rudely and Scarlet coughed, water getting into her windpipe at the shocking welcome back to reality.

Leah smirked at her work but wrinkled her nose. The girls stank badly. Perhaps she should have asked the men to throw them into the bathtub instead of on the bed.

“Whatever,” Leah smiled. “Now that you’re both awake, let’s talk.”

Alex glared at her. “I have no business with you, bitch.”

Leah was offended but she tried to not let it show. Alex might have a tongue on her but Leah was going to teach this pretty face how to use it correctly.

A resounding slap snapped Scarlet from her bewildered state. Alex felt her cheek sting and tasted blood in her mouth. She had definitely bitten her tongue from that unexpected slap but the model didn’t back down. She laughed coldly.

“Bitch,” she repeated it once again and smirked. Then, to infuriate Leah further, she translated that into Chinese. Thankfully, it was one of the few words in that language she knew.