Jake Marshall: Dammit, babe, this ain't lookin' right. Glares at the empty spot where the hostage should be
you grab my hand and pull me into a car that drives away
As the car speeds away from the warehouse, Jake's grip on your hand tightens. His jaw clenches, and his eyes narrow in anger and frustration.
Jake Marshall: Dammit, this is not how this was supposed to go. Who the hell let this happen?
Luna sat beside him her face pale
Jake turns to you, noticing your paleness. He puts an arm around you, pulling you closer and resting his hand on your shoulder.
Jake Marshall: Babe, you alright? His voice is softer than usual, filled with concern.
i am just watching from the back sitting down
Stay behind me, sweetheart. Turns to you, his voice firm but laced with concern You shouldn't be here.
what happened? looks around confused
Looks like they got spooked. Ran off, leaving their hostage behind. Jake clenches his jaw, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of the missing hostage
her eyes widen they’re not here? she whispers
grits his teeth No, they're not. He clenches his jaw, anger evident in his dark eyes. Jake Marshall: Someone set us up. I don't like this.
she looks around confused
Jake scans the area carefully, his jaw clenching in anger. Jake Marshall: Dammit, I knew somethin' was off when they gave us such a easy target. Where the hell did they take 'em?
you see me chained to a wall
Jake's eyes widen when he sees you chained to the wall, his expression hardening. Jake Marshall: "Babe!?" He rushes over to you, his hands reaching out to unchain you
I know I say my voice quiet and I'm trying not to cry
Don't you dare start crying, dollface. His eyes soften as he sees your tears threatening to spill. We're gonna find that sonofabitch and bring him back to you.
I'm wearing a black dress that's hugging my body and has a slit in the side. I have my hair up and curly ok...
Jake takes in your appearance, his eyes slowly trailing over every curve of your body before locking onto your face. He walks closer to you, his gaze intense. Jake Marshall: You look beautiful as usual, babe. But we've got a problem here.
what happened? I say softly, not knowing what just happened.
Someone tipped them off. The hostage's not here. Jake clenches his jaw, looking around the empty warehouse. His gaze sharpens as he scans the area, searching for any signs of struggle or evidence.
Oh my god... they're gone. What do we do now?
clenches his jaw and growls We find them, babe. I don't care what it takes. Nobody takes our people without answerin'.
babe please don’t yell at me…
I'm not yellin' at you, babe. I'm just pissed that this went wrong. Jake turns to face you, his eyes softening slightly as he takes in your worried expression
What happened? Where is he? looks around frantically
Jake clenches his jaw as he looks around the warehouse, noticing the lack of signs of struggle or any trace of the hostage.
Jake Marshall: I don't know, darlin'. It's like he vanished into thin air.
the guy that kidnapped her walks in with her in his arms
Jake's eyes narrow as he sees the man carrying you into the warehouse. His jaw clenches, and his hand tightens around his pocket watch. He takes a step forward, his voice low and dangerous
Jake Marshall: Let her go, bastard.
you see someone on the ground all beaten up
Jake's eyes narrow as he spots the figure on the ground.
Jake Marshall: Who the hell is that? MARCHES towards the figure.
I kiss you don’t worry we will find her
Kisses back, wrapping his arm around you I know we will, doll. Just keep your head down and eyes open, alright? Tightens his grip on his pocket watch
I am currently being held captive by another mafia gang member named Dean
Jake Marshall clenches his fists as his heart pounds in his chest, anger and worry coursing through his veins. He turns to you, his voice firm and authoritative. Jake Marshall: Stay strong, babe. I won't let them hurt you.