Chapter 65 - Ryan's job
Mr. Foster took out his phone and walked to me with a strange smile on his handsome face. He grabbed me by my arm, marched me to the trunk of Mr. Parkers vehicle and sat on it. Shawn, who was mercilessly bound and gagged inside, made some extremely muffled sounds and I was quite sure he was trying to free himself out of his cruel bonds, but there was nothing he could do about that. His father laughed loudly and joined us quickly; with a devilish expression on his face he hit the trunk with an open palm and then sat on it too. I had a feeling he was enjoying the power he had over his restrained son and didn’t miss any occasion to show who was the master of the house. In a very specific way I was quite jealous of that; Shawn’s relationship with his Dad seemed amazing and I started to wander, not for the first time of course, what it would feel like to become the prisoner of my own father. After all, he was a decent, cool guy and I always had a feeling he wouldn’t mind doing that for me. Unfortunately, my deliberations about asking my Dad to tie me up were interrupted by Mr. Foster who ordered me too look at his phone screen.
“This is my son, Nicholas, but everyone just calls him Nick.” He said with a hint of pride in his voice.
“Ok, Sir, I think got it.”
“Very good. You know what to do now, Ryan?”
“Yes. I’ll go to the soccer field and watch the guys play, while you will talk with the coach and tell him all about our plan. He will make Nick do some additional training and when he finishes I am supposed to go to him and lure him into your trap.”
“Well, well… Who would have thought that my son would memorize it all… and without a proper gag in his mouth. I’m impressed, kiddo!” Mr. Parker said with a smile and all the other guys laughed.
“All right boys, let’s move on with the plan. We need to get the delivery truck and speak with the coach. You’re on your own from now on, Ryan. You’d better not screw this up…” Mr. Bolton said in a sinister tone and winked at me.
“I’ll do my best, Sir!”
The four muscular hunks watched me for a moment, as if they were considering one more time if I would be able to do my duty properly. But no one said anything, they just nodded their heads and got on their cars. Soon I saw them driving away and I was alone, with an important task to do. When Mr. Parker and his buddies were forming the plan back in the house it seemed very simple and I was quite confident I wouldn’t have any problems with it, but now that I was on my own, I started to have doubts about it. I wished we had discussed some more details, for example where exactly I was supposed to take Nick. For a brief moment I was in panic, but soon I composed myself and walked towards the soccer field. After all, Mr. Parker believed in me and I couldn’t even see myself disappoint him. I decided that I would make him glad that he trusted me, no matter what.
Soon I was close to the pitch and could observe the guys playing. All of them were very handsome and athletic; it was clear that their coach wanted all of them to be in a good shape and in great form. I don’t know why but I thought that it was a good omen. I smiled and found a place where I could sit and watch the game. After some time I noticed someone walking to the coach and whispering something to his ear; it was very strange to me, but I didn’t recognize that guy and I assumed that it would be Mr. Parker or Mr. Millburn that would speak with him. But as the giant hunk disappeared into the changing room I smiled under my nose and thought that everything must have been in order. What surprised me was the fact that no matter how much I was looking for them, none of the four behemoths could be seen anywhere and it was another good omen; after all Nick could recognize Mr. Bolton and he would definitely recognize his own father.
After an hour the game was over and all the guys gathered around their coach. I couldn’t hear what he was saying to them, but soon the circle broke and the players started walking towards the changing rooms.
“Nick! Hold on for a moment!” I heard the coach’s voice.
“Yes, coach?” The young jock replied.
“I want you to do some additional training with me today.”
“Oh, all right, Sir! Did I do something wrong?”
“You didn’t do anything wrong, but you didn’t do your best either, Nick.”
The coach walked into his office and soon returned with a strange looking box; it was open on one side and had something like a hanger on the other one. I had no idea what it was, but soon the beefy hunk marched to the goal and hung the box on it with the open part facing the field. The guys talked for a while and apparently Nick was supposed to do some additional training with penalty shots. His task was to place the ball inside the box. Once it was in, the coach changed its position and the soccer player had to aim at it again. It seemed very clever to me and I thought that the muscular guy must have know his job well. Once Nick accomplished fifteen successful shots the coach patted him on the shoulder and told him he was free to go. The young jock rushed to the changing room and soon was walking towards me.
“Good game, man.” I said aloud when he was passing me.
“Oh, thanks. You are a new team member? I’ve never seen you here…” Nick asked and stopped.
“I’m new in the town and I came to watch you guys play. I like playing soccer too, so I was considering joining…”
“You would love it here, the coach is a cool guy. Strict, but cool.”
“All right, I’ll think about it then. Is there anything worth seeing in the town?”
We kept talking while we were walking towards and old, abandoned factory buildings. For a moment I forgot about my job and just enjoyed talking with Nick, who seemed to be a really nice guy. Once we were pass one of the corners and turned left a gloved hand appeared in front of me and clamed itself on my mouth, silencing me. I moaned and began to struggle, but soon another arm was wrapped around my neck and my whole body was pressed against someone torso. I looked to me right and realized Nick was going through the same predicament.
“Well, well… I didn’t know there would be two of them, but never mind. The boss will be pleased to get a bonus….”
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