Warnings: Kidnapping, Murder, movie spoilers, death, weapons, blood, and corpses.
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Max huffed as he slammed the paper onto his kitchen table. The paper that was just the beginning of the end as it read,
"You want her back? Meet us at Darkwood Harbor at dawn. Bring 1 million in cash."
Where the hell was Max going to get 1 million dollars? He was a detective but has been out of the job for two years now, just living on savings and you... All you had was Max.
Max ran into your shared bedroom; shattered glass cracked beneath his shoes. He hadn't heard from you all day, he saw you asleep this morning, placing a kiss on your head before leaving for work. That was it. Not even a single meme sent his way, and he knew immediately that something was wrong. That suspicion was confirmed as he arrived at your home and saw the front door wide open. As he walked in, he saw glass, thrown furniture, the note, and blood, blood that he assumed was yours but didn't realize that you put up a good fight.
He went into your closet, finding the gun safe he had bought you was unlocked and opened. But the gun still sat in the box. He exhaled through his nose frustratedly. He took the gun, searched for the bullets and loaded it before hiding it in the back of his pants.
He then pulled out his phone, scrolling through his contacts. His thumb hovered over the contact. Max never wanted to see that man again, not after the Raun situation. But Max knew if he was going to get his hands dirty, he was going to need someone with experience. Someone whom he has worked with before. Despite having little trust, something unspoken was communicated between the two when Max let him go two years ago after taking down a corrupt operation together that killed Sternwood's son and someone Max had grown to care for.
They did not keep in contact, no. But Max kept an eye on Sternwood just in case and Sternwood knew this, of course he did. He had the intelligence necessary to block Max but that bound... That mutual respect for each other. Sternwood wanted to be in Max's sights.
Max clicked on the contact, "I need your help." Was all he sent.
Coordinates was all he got back.
Max got into his car, following the coordinates with speed. He pulled into a landfill, 30 minutes away from home. It was pitch dark out now as Max got out of the car and continued following the path his phone showed.
He stopped, slowly turning when he heard someone behind him.
"What took you so long?" Sternwood asked.
"No time for small talk. I need your help. You in or out?" Max asked sternly.
Sternwood grinned menacingly and chuckled, "I'm in, why else would I be here?"
Max nodded, "It's my girlfriend. She's been kidnapped and we are getting her back. At dawn."
Sternwood's face turned to stone upon hearing Max's problem. "Follow me."
Sternwood led Max to a black SUV, opening the truck to show Max an assortment of weapons that made Max's jaw drop.
Sternwood then asked, "How about we go get her now?"
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"Wake up!" Ice cold water was splashed into your face, waking you up with a gasp.
You looked around, finding yourself in an unfamiliar dark place with twelve men staring at you. You swallowed dryly.
"Good to see you're awake, Princess." One man spoke up. "Sorry about the ice but... We were getting impatient waiting on you to wake up.
