Prince/Son of Billionaires! Dennis Whitaker is kidnapped by criminals! Rabbot for ransom.
Stockholm Syndrome, obviously.
“No, I don't want to hear a word from you two… you two idiots! My parents will hunt you down until they find you!” he shouted, his hands shaking as he gripped the gun he'd managed to steal from one of them.
One of his captors, the one with the curly hair and piercing green eyes, held out his hands, smiling mockingly.
“Easy, little one, you don't want to get hurt,” he said, glancing at the gun.
The other man, the tall one with dark hair, came toward him. Dennis gripped the gun tighter, but he couldn't fire.
The kidnapper was only a few inches away from him; the boy felt his knees shaking as he watched the man's large hands gently take the gun from him.
“A word of advice, kid…” he said almost in a whisper, his voice hoarse and his breath smelling of cigarette smoke.
“Next time you threaten to shoot someone, make sure you take the safety off.”
Then, a click, and the gun was pressed to his forehead. The muzzle was still warm, and Dennis hoped none of his bodyguards had been hurt in the kidnapping.
“Like this,” the man continued, his index finger grazing the trigger.