“So is it a deal or
what?” Rob whispered in an eerie voice.
“Double it.”
“What?” Rob replied.
“You heard me, double
it!”
“Don’t you think two
grand is enough?”
“Listen, Rob it’s
either four thousand or you can find someone else to do your dirty work!”
“Fine, four thousand
dollars, but if you screw me over pal, I will hunt you down and make the rest
of your life miserable!”
“God I can’t wait to
get to sleep!” Howie said wearily as all five Backstreet boys climbed into
their tour bus.
“Anyone up for some
video games?”
“Nick, it’s friggin’
two in the morning we are tired.”
“Speak for yourself
A.J.”
“Bri?”
“Sorry Frack I’m
tired too.
“Fine,” came Nick’s
disappointed reply.
After they each took
turns in the bathroom they climbed into their bunks.
Kevin woke up first
as he grimaced as he realized he was tied down. Dread overtook him as he
realized that they weren’t in their tour bus. There was barely any light in the
room they were being held captive in. Kevin assumed they were in a basement.
Kevin could just barely make out the faces of the others.
“Howie,” he
whispered. Panic replaced the dread. His mind raced what if they were hurt.
“Oh God, Howie!”
Kevin breathed a sigh
of relief as he stirred.
Seconds later he woke
up. His brown eyes taking in his surroundings. He gasped. He looked over at
A.J. and saw the bar above him that was attached to the wall. All of their
hands were tied tightly to it.
“Oh my God”
“D, are you alright?”
Howie drew in a shaky
breath before replying.
“Yeah Kev are you?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, help
me wake the others.
Howie nodded as he
turned to his right waking up A.J.
Several minutes later
after they were all awake three men entered the room. The boys recognized one
of them. Their bus driver, Charlie.
Kevin spoke up
seconds later, “Charlie, are you behind this?”
Charlie smirked and
looked over at Rob.
“What do you want
with us?” A.J. demanded.
Rob laughed evilly.
“I want you dead!”