Six Thousand Five Hundred Miles

Harris' eyes flashed a steely gray, "Look, I don't know who yeh think yeh are but I don't deserve this!"

"'Course ya do. You took Mike from Randy. Your in deep shit. Maybe I should... take you legs." The man smirked and pressed the gun to Harris's back.

Harris took a deep breath, "I let the runt go! He should be going back to the states right about now!

"Well he's not, we checked the flights!" The man snapped. "Where are you keeping him?" He growled.

"I'm not keepin' him anywhere! I'm tellin' the truth! I let him go this mornin!" Harris shouted back.

"Well he's not on the plane like he should be! Now, I'll let you go. ANd you better find Mike. And if you run, we'll find and kill you." The man hissed and let Harris go.

Harris sighed, he didn't know what was going on and he didn't like it. He had always been one for control. He ran a hand over his hair, wondering where Mike could have gotten off to.

Mike was on the couch in Wade's hotel, his mind still trying to process that he'd been kidnapped, again, and then raped. He fidgeted in his seat. "When can we leave?" He groaned, filing his nails.

"When Heath or Justin sends me word that he's dead." smirked Wade.

Mike grumbled and focused on his nails. "I hate my life..." He grumbled.

"Why you get to be with me?" Wade laughed as Justin entered.

"Sir we have a problem," he frowned.

"Problem?" Wade didn't like the sound of that.

"They let Harris go. He's looking for Mike,' Justin frowned.

Mike brightened a little and smirked to himself. He had hoped Harris would come get him, but he was unsure. Looks like the man really did care about him. And for that, Mike was relieved.

"He won't get here, he has no way to find us," smirked Wade. "We'll be back in England by the time he realizes who has him. And he won't get onto my property."

John shrugged. "I don't know if any of them can take her on. She needs a lot of work." He said smoothly.