Caught
Continued from [x]: @of-enormous-girth
“Oh come now,” said Dutch, hoisting Lise over his shoulder. “We both know I wouldn’t go to all this trouble just to let you go.” Hurrying off the platform he made his way into the nearest alley, where he set his captive back on her feet and took off the bandana so she could see his face. Because yes…he took Lise for a girl.
“Look, I won’t hurt you, if that’s what you’re worried about. No profit in that. And anyway… didn’t you come here to see the Wild West? Well here it is, up close and personal. You’ll see a lot more of it with us than you ever would from your Papa’s private car.”
Lise glared up at the taller man, having kicked while on his shoulder earlier. Not that it helped any. He then folded his arms defensively. “Father’s just here on business. My Mama won’t let you off once she knows.” He was excited to visit the wild west and maybe meet some natives as he had read in the newspapers, but he certainly didn’t expect to be kidnapped. And he’d much rather the luxury of his father’s private car than on some thug’s shoulders. It couldn’t be said that the man’s words didn’t tempt him though, giving him a considering side-eye.