Chapter
1
“So is it a deal or what?” Rob
whispered in an eerie voice.
“Double it.”
“What?” Rob replied.
“You heard me, double it!”
“Don’t you think two grand is enough?”
“Listen, Rob it’s either four thousand
or you can find someone else to do your dirty work!”
“Fine, four thousand dollars, but if
you screw me over pal, I will hunt you down and make the rest of your life
miserable!”
“God I can’t wait to get to sleep!”
Howie said wearily as all five Backstreet boys climbed into their tour bus.
“Anyone up for some video games?”
“Nick, it’s friggin’ two in the
morning we are tired.”
“Speak for yourself A.J.”
“Bri?”
“Sorry Frack I’m tired too.
“Fine,” came Nick’s disappointed
reply.
After they each took turns in the
bathroom they climbed into their bunks.
Kevin woke up first as he grimaced as
he realized he was tied down. Dread overtook him as he realized that they
weren’t in their tour bus. There was barely any light in the room they were
being held captive in. Kevin assumed they were in a basement. Kevin could just
barely make out the faces of the others.
“Howie,” he whispered. Panic replaced
the dread. His mind raced what if they were hurt.
“Oh God, Howie!”
Kevin breathed a sigh of relief as he
stirred.
Seconds later he woke up. His brown
eyes taking in his surroundings. He gasped. He looked over at A.J. and saw the
bar above him that was attached to the wall. All of their hands were tied
tightly to it.
“Oh my God”
“D, are you alright?”
Howie drew in a shaky breath before
replying.
“Yeah Kev are you?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, help me wake the
others.
Howie nodded as he turned to his right
waking up A.J.
Several minutes later after they were
all awake three men entered the room. The boys recognized one of them. Their
bus driver, Charlie.
Kevin spoke up seconds later,
“Charlie, are you behind this?”
Charlie smirked and looked over at
Rob.
“What do you want with us?” A.J.
demanded.
Rob laughed evilly. “I want you dead!”
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