My fights in a few hours and I'm sweating I'm so nervous. Rylee is sitting on the couch when I walk in with my bag on my shoulder. She knows what time I had to leave and she doesn't like it one bit.

"It's that time already?" She asks as I nod and open my arms. She stands up hugging my chest as I kiss her forehead.

"Call me when it's over." She whispers into my neck as I lift her up by her legs. I wrap her legs around my waist and hug her tighter as she kisses the side of my neck.

"Does your foot feel okay?" She asks as I nod. She bandaged it up good enough that I don't really feel it now and I can't thank her enough for doing it.

"Yeah baby. It's fine. I'll call you and I'll be home as soon as I can." I tell her as she nods. She rubs my back as I kiss her head. I start kissing all over her neck making her laugh as she pulls away and I sit her down on her feet.

"Be good." I tell her winking as she smiles. "Come home and I'll be good." She tells me winking back as she moves her tank top off her shoulder and shows me her pink lace bra strap.

"Ry don't make me hard" I tell her as she laughs and kisses my cheek. Rylee is amazing and I know I'm falling in love with her. It's happening fast and I know I care about her more than anyone.

I kiss her head before pulling away as she holds my hand while walking me to the door. She walks me to my truck as I get in and she grabs Bee from my feet. I rub his head as she leans up and kisses me again.

"Jax." She whispers as I rub her face between my hands. "Yeah?" I ask as she rubs Bee.

"Be careful." She tells me as I nod and rub her cheeks. "I will. I'll see you later." I tell her back as she nods and steps back. I get into my truck and drive off leaving her standing there and I hate it. I used to love fighting, but I'm starting to change my mind. Because I'd rather be with Rylee.

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When Jax pulls off I regret not telling him that I love him. When I was standing beside his door I was close to letting it slip. I love that man so much, he's everything to me. I put Bee back down as I walk back to the backdoor.

I get into the house and immediately start worrying about Jax. To the point of me feeling sick as I grab crackers to settle my stomach. I don't know where it comes from but today especially I just haven't felt well at all.

I sit on the couch watching the television for two hours. I don't know what to do with myself. So I distract myself with folding laundry and washing dishes. I'm cleaning the kitchen when I see movement in the backyard.

That's weird. It's the same thing that happened yesterday. I look out across the patio and pool and still see the gate locked as I go to the backdoor and open it. I look in the yard and see pitch black without the light on.

"Hello?" I ask stupidly as I hear the crickets chirping. That's when my fear takes over and I'm about to sprint back into the house. But I don't when I feel hands wrap around my waist.

My breathing increases as I scream at the top of my lungs and I kick. I start punching behind me and then I'm thrown onto the ground and fall right onto my knees as I'm kicked in the back.

I scream in pain as I flip over and a large man in a black hoodie and sweats stands above me in a ski mask. I kick as he picks me up and puts a towel over my mouth. Then my vision becomes so blurry I pass out without trying.

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Time my fight starts I go after the mother fucker. I start swinging, and I don't take a minute to rest until we're in the third round and we're tied. My thoughts of Rylee have been keeping me calm and having pain pills between rounds but Holt isn't a joke. I'm sore, I'm tired and I want to see Rylee.

"One more round Jax. Win it." Jimmy tells me as I wipe the sweat off my forehand and the bell rings. I grab my gloves and slip them back on before tapping gloves and dodging punches. Between getting hit on the chest and aiming for Holt's head I'm tired.

Somehow I land the last punch on his head and end it when he's on the mat. I just won. Oh my fuck. The fight ends when I'm announced winner and blood is pouring from my face. Holt's a damn good fighter and he's made me work for it. That means my eyebrows are busted and face is swollen.

But I'm done. I'm never fighting again because I want Rylee. I'll train kids, I'll do whatever I can but not this. Not when I can see a future with her, and I know it means everything to her.

Walking off the mat I go to the locker room and immediately clean my face before calling Rylee. She doesn't answer though, and my worry sets in. I get dressed and grab my keys before running to my truck and getting in. I call her seven times by the time I'm in the driveway. I pull into the garage looking for her and enter the house. Cleaning spray is on the countertop and the television is left on. I see her phone on the countertop and Bees casually laying in his bed.

Something isn't right though. Somethings not right. "Rylee?!" I yell through the house holding my sore head and busted eyebrow. I feel my migraine hitting already. I look back into the garage and all the cars are here.

"RYLEE?!" I yell again as my panic sets in. I open the backdoor and cut on all the lights. That's when I see tore up grass and one of her fucking pink slippers laying on the grass with claw marks in it.

I can't breathe when reality hits me. She's been taken, and I'm fucking finding her.

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When my weakness wears off I wake up and my panic sets in. I'm in a completely black room with my hands tied to a chair. My feet are tied together and my fear sets in when I see a small hole of light, but that's it. My mouth is duck-taped shut with a sock in it and my head and body hurts.

I try prying my hands off of the chair but get no where as I struggle. I grab my legs and try moving them up but I can't do it.

That's when I hear a door open and in walks the man who kidnapped me. He's fat, and I have no idea why I'm in this situation. "Someone's awake" he tells me as he walks forward and I yell through the duck tape.

"I wouldn't try that. Nobody will hear you." He tells me as I try kicking him only for him to rip the duck tape off of my mouth as I spit in his face. He grabs my neck tightly as I struggle breathing when I hear another man's voice.

"Keep her alive until we get the money!" He yells as he releases his grip. "Bitch." He spits out as I sit quietly.

"So here's what's going to happen precious little piece of Jax. You're going to call him and tell him exactly what we want. Got that?" He asks as I nod. I hope Jax remembers what I told him jokingly at dinner about a week or so ago, I'm going to call him honey bun and hopefully he knows.

Both of the men, I have no idea who they are. But the second ones voice is so familiar that I feel like I've heard it before. "You're going to tell him to transfer all of his money into this account number. If two million isn't accounted in three hours your heads getting cut off." He tells me as I nod. I knew Jax had money, but not that much.

They must know Jax because they dial his number and it rings as they put the phone up to my face on speaker phone. "Jax?" I whisper out as tears fall down my eyes.

"Ry?" He asks. "Rylee where are you?!" He asks as I look at the men. "Don't you dare think about it." He whispers to me as I nod.

"-He-y, honey bun-, I need your help with something." I whisper softly to him. "Okay" he tells me as I look at the men and they motion for me to speed it up.

"I need you to transfer two- million dollars into an account honey-. There's a house I found off the coast of Florida like we talked about. I took a spontaneous trip to come and see it. It's two million-, but I need the money in this account for the bank to take it, they don't take our credit card company. You'll love it honey bun. I need it in three hours honey or we can't get it." I tell him as I cover my voice the best that I can.

"Give me the account number and I'll transfer it." He tells me. The guy holds out a sticky note as I read it off, I feel so bad that this is happening to Jax. We'll have to work so hard to pay bills after this.

"98876534-125677." I tell him. "What bank honey bun?" He asks back as I smile in my mind. He knows what I mean, I know he does. The men just laugh at our pet names for each other and have no idea what we're doing.

"Express. It's overseas, Caribbean-?" I guess myself looking at them men as they nod. "Yeah, that's it." I add as I hear him typing on his computer while I silently cry. I'm so upset right now.

"Honey where exactly is this house?" He asks as the phone is snatched away from me and the call is ended before I can talk.

"That's enough. Three hours." He spits at me before taking the duck tape and putting it back over my lips. They walk out and I'm left alone in the dark again as I sit crying my eyes out. I hope Jax didn't transfer anything. I don't care if I die at this point, I just don't want Jax to get hurt.