The Ordained Heir

Chapter Three

Alexander tried to struggle but the car door had already slammed shut. The street he'd been strolling wasn't so busy, there was a very slight chance that anyone had seen him being taken into the black SUV. He shuddered at the thought of no one even knowing that he was missing talk more of coming to help him, Alexander swallowed nervously.

The car seat was leather and Alexander sat sandwiched between two men. He couldn't see through the black bag over his head. His heart raced and he wondered what trouble he'd gotten into.

"Did Fiona put you up to this?" He asked, his voice shaky, one of the men beside him only groaned but didn't respond. Alexander could not believe how much his day had gone south - from buying roses to being abducted. "Listen, I have signed the divorce papers, we can go our separate ways, there's no need to do this," he said, his voice shaking.

"What are you talking about? What divorce?" One of the men asked, Alexander could tell from his tone that he was genuinely confused. He wondered who had ordered his kidnap if it wasn't Fiona. Or maybe when the Tudor family sent the kidnappers they didn't exactly tell them why.

"Please let me go, I don't have any money for you, there's nothing to my name, you're wasting your time," he explained hastily, hoping they would listen to him and allow him to go.

The men didn't respond to him anymore and there was silence for the rest of the drive. Alexander thought of how he'd get out of the mess. Being fired had been bad enough but clearly the day could be worse. Between the two men that looked solid like rock, he knew he wouldn't be able to take them out even if they came individually. He was doomed. There was no one to call, he was just a lone man without a family, now even Fiona was gone and that left him with no one in his life. He was utterly alone.

Soon, he heard the driver speak in hushed tones with someone and the car suddenly came to a halt. The first thought in Alexander's head was to fight and then run and he did just that. Kicking out, he dislodged the man to his left easily and then pulled the bag off his head, ripping some of his hair in the process. Alexander winced as he felt the pain on his scalp but he didn't dwell on it, he quickly leapt for the door and pulled it open but he didn't make it out.

The man to the right quickly held his feet and dragged him right back inside the vehicle. "We've been commanded to bring you and we must," he said coldly as he slammed the door again and two other men overpowered Alexander, binding his wrists and then securing him with the seatbelt.

"What is this about? Who sent you!" Alex snapped angrily as he looked around. The men looked strange. Like they were not just thugs but trained security men.

"How about you stay still and you'll find out, huh?" One of the men replied vaguely and nodded at the driver who continued the ride.

"I'm pretty sure you have me mixed with someone else, I'm no one significant, you don't have to__" but before he could complete his sentence, the car stopped abruptly and he nearly shot out of his seat but for ghs seatbelt. The men led him out of the vehicle carefully and he was transferred to another saloon car which was a Bentley. Alexander couldn't help but wonder why the luxury cars kept showing up to take him.

In the new car, he sat between two other equally scary looking men and the ride continued in silence. It was becoming clear that he couldn't take his way out of the situation. He had to wait it out and see where they were taking him and maybe, he would call the cops. Impulsively, he dipped his hands in his pants pocket and the guy beside him snickered, "Don't think about it, the cops are no good at the Sean estate."

It was at that moment that Alexander noticed that they'd just arrived at the entrance of a grand estate. His eyes widened in awe and he looked at the towering building. He couldn't believe that there would ever be a building more intimidating than the Tudor company but he was staring right at it.

At the gate, a stern looking man asked for an ID and the driver provided a silver token, the man nodded and they drove through quietly. "Where is this place," Alexander couldn't help but ask. The man beside him smirked, clearly he was used to people being awestruck as they arrived at the place. "You'll soon find out," he replied and led him out of the car.

His hands were still bound behind him as they took him to the side of the house. There was a wide swimming pool and several luxury cars lined the garage. One of them stood behind him dutifully while the other walked away. Alex wondered what he was to face. The thought of ways the pool could end him left him shivering in dismay.

Soon, the man returned but this time, he wasn't alone, an elderly man walked right behind him, his steps fluid and swift, graceful in a kingly way. But the expression on his face made Alexander lean back in his seat. His face was twisted in an ugly frown and he was marching right at Alexander.

As he got to him, he quickly went behind him and Alex heard the slash of a sharp knife, suddenly, the ropes binding his hands were loose and he could feel blood circulating.

The old man turned to stare at him and then he growled at the men beside him, "How dare you treat the grand master in such a manner!" Then turning to Alexander, he bowed and so did the rest of the thugs. Alexander was stunned.