The Bad Boy’s Favorite Girl

Chapter Eighty-five

Elena’s pov

It appears that Mac was serious about this shopping matter.

We were at an exclusive shopping mall, one of the biggest malls in the states and damn was every single thing I was laying eyes upon very fascinating.

While the clothes were indeed costly, and although Mac had initially found it acceptable for me to accompany him shopping and shop for whatever I like, I couldn’t help but feel it was unjust to spend his money.

“Why haven’t you picked anything?” He asked.

“Look babe, I know I had said we should go shopping, but don’t you think it’s a little expensive? I mean all the clothes right here cost almost five hundred dollars each ” Heck that was the highest I made from stripping most times.

“Why don’t you continue shopping and leave the bills for me to worry about?” He said, patting me on the back.

“Are you sure about this? I don’t want to be that girl that comes out being all too demanding because that ain’t who I am” He chuckled at my mini worries.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

“It’s Okay babe, it’s going to be fine. Just go on with your shopping. Found a familiar face by the corner, let me go talk to him” He said referring to an African American who was waving in our direction and I nodded.

“Don’t be long, I ain’t shopping that much!” Even though he had given me the go ahead, I didn’t want to come out as being overly zealous.

I focused on my shopping scheming through the various trousers and crop tops that were hung across the walls.

Most were pink and I knew it was conventional for women to love that colour, but I hate it, I love pitch black.

Just when I was about to pick up a bottle of Bottega wear, I noticed some strange movement from my peripheral vision.

I turned around, seeing a guy all dressed up in black with a nose mask on, alongside a face cap almost concealing his face metres away from me.

His ambience wasn’t so good and I cautioned myself to stay weary on him, while doing my shopping.

Completely ignoring him, I picked up the Bottega and was trying to check what size it was, when I felt something cold pressed to my body.

I gasped, turning around to see someone right behind me and it turned out it was the masked guy.

“What do you want from me?” I asked slowly and quietly.

“Just cooperate with me and you will live.” Ever since I took the first bullet off a gun, I have always had phobias for them and certainly, I was having one for this one pointed at my back.

“Follow me” He said and moved me away from the place, I dropped my shopping bag in the process.

“Comport yourself and be calm or else I will shoot you” He threatened.

As much as I tried doing what he said, there was this nagging fear within that I was going to die, but I tried staying focused.

Once outside the Shopping mall, through the exit door, there was a black mini van parked across the place and he pushed me to enter.

The moment I stepped foot into the van, the doors closed and suddenly I felt something sharp pierced down my left shoulder, causing me to almost scream in pain before passing out.

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Mac pov

Kendrick was an old time friend, who plays basketball with my team across the streets. He had left highschool last year and was in college.

“So man, how has the streets life been?” He asked after our casual conversation and joke making, which marked our signature ways of making acquaintances.

“Streets ain’t loyal any more man, boys are turning to bitches and everyone is being toxic. The word loyalty has been abused” I said this with so much grief within, thinking of all the times boys had, back when things were not always like this.

“That’s really bad, I just hope that someday, it gets better. Anyways, who’s the girl?” I turned around but couldn’t find Elena.

“She is my girlfriend, I guess you should come see her” I pulled his hands and we walked back to where I had left Elena, but she wasn’t there.

Her shopping bags were on the floor and it was awkward considering that it hadn’t been long since we had a conversation about who was paying the bills.

“Where is she?”

“I don’t know. Maybe she is in the restroom” I said because that was the only place she could probably be.

“Uhmm dude, sorry to say but shopping malls don’t have restrooms, remember?” It was then that I realised that something was really wrong.

“She can’t just walk out like that” I pulled out my phone from my pocket and scrolled through my contacts, searching for her line to dial her on.

“She isn’t picking her call” I turned to Kendrick, who was confused as well.

“How about we go ask the receptionist?” He suggested and I believed it was a good and plausible idea.

Once we arrived at the receptionist stand, the young Asian lady was so busy on her laptop that she could barely even look up to stare at us.

“Please I know you are busy, but we don’t know if there was a possibility that you have seen a young girl five foot tall, six inch walk past this place?” She looked up and stared at me and from her countenance, she was trying to recall yet again.

“Yes, I think I saw her walk past here with a man. He was wearing a total black out fit and for someone like that, I could say he is weird ” For some reason, my breathing was hitching and I was beginning to hope it wasn’t what it was.

“Please can we have footage on this place, particularly on that left wing” Kendrick suggested and she nodded aptly and for a moment, she was working on her computer, which she turned to us.

There it was, my nightmare being a reality.

“My God!” Was all Kendrick could say and at that moment, the world slowed down and everything stopped moving.

“She was kidnapped!”