Big Bad Handsome Man

Matt’s POV:

“Matthew? What on Earth are you doing away from your dear Kara?” Jimmy teased as I walked into the kitchen, a wide grin plastered across his face.

“Shut up, have you contacted Karen yet?” I asked looking towards Zacky.

He shook his head, “we tried, but there wasn’t any answer…” He mumbled leaning back into his chair. “Are you sure she’ll go for this though Matt? From what we watched she doesn’t seem to give a fuck about Kara… we should’ve taken her daughter if we wanted her to do what we need.”

I shook my head, “No. think about it this way, first her husband gets killed in a car crash, than her step-daughter goes missing. If we plant evidence think how it’ll look to the cops, it wouldn’t have mattered if it was her brat. Kara’s parents are both dead… I hate using her for this but it’s the only way we can get Karen to finally give us the damn money she promised us.” I replied rubbing my hands together.

“And what if she still doesn’t Matt… what if she refuses; I am not going to jail…”

I looked down at the floor, “I’ll take the blame.”

I heard all of them stand up, the chairs scraping loudly against the tile. “Matt, that’s fucking idiotic, you’ll get life, or death in fucking prison, you’ll throw your entire life away over fucking money?!” Brian roared.

“It’s not just about that Brian!” I growled, “We fucking killed Kara’s Dad! Because of us, that girl has put up with Karen all these years! Because of Karen’s fucking lies I thought her Dad was responsible for what happened to Val! We should’ve fucking sat back and thought shit out, but no; we fucking ran her Dad down and killed him! I need to get back at that bitch, not only for me but for Kara!”

All of them stared at me, blank looks on their faces. None of us liked remembering what happened years ago, but I needed to get back at Karen. For everything she had put Kara, me, and everyone else through.

“Will you ever tell Kara what we did…?” Jimmy asked quietly.

“I assume we’ll have to…” I answered looking at him. “She’ll probably hate us forever, but she deserves to know what happened… but I need to wait until things get going to tell her.” I rubbed the back of my neck. “I’m tired, we all are… let’s all just call it a night. I’ll see you all in the morning.” I mumbled, turning and walking from the room.

Telling Kara wasn’t something I had wanted to do ever in my life… I had spent two long years trying to get over what I did, what we all did, but I couldn’t. Val even told me over and over it wasn’t my fault, but I knew deep down she was still hurting over it. She wasn’t as healthy as she was before; I had blamed it all on Kara’s Dad, until I found out recently that Karen had done it.

None of us would ever forgive her.

I unlocked the door to my bedroom and stepped in, frowning when I heard sniffling coming from the bed. I shut the door quietly, took off my shoes and walked over. Spotting a sniffling Kara clutching onto one of my pillows, her eyes half open and her nose bright red.

“Kara… fuck what’s wrong?” I sat down next to her, prying her away from the soaked pillow. “Fuck I need your inhaler.”

“N-No!” She practically screamed the word at me. “I-I don’t need it.” She hiccupped, wrapping her smaller arms around my waist.

“What’s wrong?” I mumbled I wasn’t exactly sure how to act right now. I felt more like a friend than a kidnapper.

“Nightmares… My Dad… the blood.” She mumbled, her eyes darting around the room.

I felt guilt stab at me as I looked at her, I never knew what to do when girls were crying, and knowing she was crying because of her Father… made me feel even worse than I had in years. Shaking my head I shifted us around, lying back onto the slightly wet pillow. Kara automatically snuggled closer, her little hands clutching my shirt while she continued to cry.

“Try and sleep Kara, it’s only a dream… I won’t hurt you I promise.” I murmured, running my fingers through her hair.

I don’t know how long we laid there like that, her crying and occasionally whimpering something about her Dad. I just kept running my fingers through her hair, trying to ignore the fact that this felt oddly… right. Even if it did, in a few weeks she’d hate my guts along with the guys. I wasn’t even aware that I was beginning to fall asleep while holding her, until I finally passed out.

Kara’s POV:

Whatever I was lying on was warm and hard, yet it felt amazing to be snuggled up to. My lower half was freezing, and I desperately wanted to get warmer. Snuggling closer to the foreign object I let out a small content sigh, tying my hardest to fall back asleep. I had been having an amazing dream that someone was holding me; I just couldn’t remember their face.

My calmness ended when my cuddling object shifted around, and suddenly something hard and heavy landed across my waist. Snapping my eyes open, I nearly let out a high pitched scream when is aw what I had been cuddling with.

Matt was laying next to me, his mouth hanging open slightly as he breathed, one of his arms draped across my waist. I stared at him for a few seconds, slowly remembering what happened late last night. Matt had held me while I was crying, I hadn’t been dreaming.

Matt grunted slightly, his grip on my waist becoming to tight for my liking. His fingers were beginning to dig into my stomach, which still hurt from being on his shoulder last night. I scooted away gently, hoping his fingers would let go.

“I’m comfortable, stop moving.” Matt grunted pulling me close yet again.

I gulped nervously, the sound of my heartbeat echoing into my ears. My cheeks were starting to heat up, and my stomach was cleaning nervously. I wasn’t sure whether I was scared or excited right now. Either way it felt like I was about to vomit… or faint, or do both of them.

One of Matt’s eyes opened and he managed a weak grin. “Just let me sleep for a bit longer.” He whined closing his eyes again. “You’re a good cuddlier; I haven’t slept this good in a long time.” He added quietly.

I laid my head back down on the pillow, studying the tattoos lining his arm. I had always been fascinated by tattoos when I was little, and never grew out of it. I lightly touched Matt’s arm, glancing at his face to see if I had bothered him. I rolled his arm over gently, studying the tattoos on the underside.

“I have more you know.”

I jumped, looking over to find Matt staring at me. “What?”

“I have more tattoos; I don’t think I’d ever stop getting them actually.” He replied, looking down at the colored skin. “I won’t be able to fall back asleep… would you like to take a shower and than go get some food downstairs?” He asked sitting up.

“Can I shower later? I’m too tired; I’d probably fall asleep in the shower…” I replied nervously.

He nodded his head, “yeah, just a second though, we had gotten you some clothes.” Before I could ask anything else he had gotten up and disappeared into the closet, coming out a few seconds later holding a set of clothes in his hands. “Hopefully they fit… we had Val go buy you the girl parts…”

“Val?”

“We grew up with her… she’s not happy about this situation.” He answered setting the clothes on the bed. “I’ll wait outside the door so you can change… just throw your clothes wherever, it’s what I do.” He sent me a smile before walking out of the room, shutting the door quietly behind him

I looked at the clothes, black bra and underwear, black tank top, tan shorts, socks, a hair scrunchie and a Hurley hoodie. I checked the bra size, frowning when I spotted it was two sizes to small. One thing I wanted to fix was chest size, to big for my liking. I stood up, stepping out of my old clothes. I folded them neatly and placed them on the bed, keeping my bra from yesterday. It was black, so it would match.

Not caring if my hair looked dumb or not I pulled it into a quick pony tail, letting a few strands frame my face. I grabbed the hoodie and put it on, walking towards the door. I paused right in front of it, slightly nervous to leave the room.

Shaking away my fear I opened the door, finding Matt leaning against the wall across from it. He looked up from his feet to smile at me, giving me an up down look quickly. “It fits.”

I nodded, “Well… kind of… I need to talk to Val about the girl um... things.” I mumbled. “If that’s okay with all of you, I’m not complaining or anything I’ll be happy to wear whatever!” I stuttered I didn’t even realize that it might make him mad. I wasn’t a guest, I was their prisoner.

Matt frowned, “calm down Kara, we’re not going to go ape shit on you if something doesn’t fit. I’ll tell Val to come over, that way you’ll have another girl around.” He reassured me. “Come on, we better get some food before Jimmy and Zacky eat all of it.”

I followed after him, “who?”

“I forgot you don’t know everyone’s names yet.” He laughed. “I’ll introduce you to everyone, don’t worry we’re not assholes… even though we kidnapped you.”

I followed him down the stairs, my stomach growling loudly when I smelled food. I could hear male voices laughing and yelling loudly, making my fear start to spring back up again. I was tempted to ask if I could just stay in the bedroom, and claim not to be hungry, but I’d have to face all of them sooner or later.

“Jesus, did you guys save us any fucking food?” Matt grunted as we walked into the kitchen, his body blocking my view of the other guys.

“Why yes, we actually did, check in the oven we didn’t want it getting cold… or eaten by these two fuckers.” Another voice grunted, it sounded like Fedora Man almost. “Where’s Kara?”

Matt turned, putting me in full view of all four men. I whimpered quietly, moving back behind Matt and poking my head out. I felt like a child doing this, but they all intimidated me, none of them were as big as Matt, but something about him made me feel safe.

“You are going to sit with me!” Tall Man ran over and plucked me from behind Matt. He walked over to the kitchen table and sat me down, before grabbing a plate of food from the oven. He plopped it down in front of me before sitting back down, a wide grin on his face. “I am the great Jimmy.” He smiled.

“I’m Johnny.”

“Zacky.”

“Brian.”

One by one they introduced themselves and waved, almost like I was a new friend they were meeting for the firs time. I couldn’t help but wonder what kidnappings would be like if all of them were like these guys. I doubt people would get killed, just well fed and taken care of.

“So… Zacky, any answer from you know who yet?” Matt asked finally sitting down at the table.

I already knew they were talking about Karen; they just wanted to try and keep as much secret as they could. I understood that, and looked down at my food, poking the eggs with my fork. I looked up when the piece of egg I had been poking was stabbed by another fork.

“Don’t play with your food.” Jimmy grinned before popping the food into his mouth. “Otherwise one of us will steal it and eat it, we’re growing boys.”

I giggled quietly, looking back at my food before stabbing some egg. I could hear Zacky whispering to Matt about Karen, I was trying to make out the words but I couldn’t over all the other talking. Even though they were sitting across from me I had a hard time even understanding them. I shook my head slightly and focused on eating. I needed food; otherwise my stomach would eat itself.

“Matt? Brian? Where is everyone?” A female voice sounded through the house, making me look up from the table.

“Kitchen!” Jimmy yelled back, looking down at me for a few seconds. He had an odd expression on his face, almost like he was worried about something.

A few seconds later the kitchen door swung open and in walked a blonde. Her arms full of grocery bags and a duffle bag. She groaned and set everything down, saying hellos and asking what smelled burnt, she scanned the kitchen and stopped when she spotted me.

“Um Val, this is Kara.”