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The Agenda Today

A Lloyd Hansen Mini Series

PART TWO

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

WC: 2.3K

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PART ONE | SERIES MASTERLIST | PART THREE

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First it was the distant sound of ocean waves. The hush as the waves rolled in, then the soft crashing sound as they collapsed to the earth.

Then it was the buzzing. An incessant kind of buzzing. Almost as if it was in your ear, but it wasn’t. Not really. The buzzing too was distant, but nearer.

And then it was the pain. A dull yet throbbing sensation on the side of your forehead. You winced, fluttering your eyes open.

The first thing you noticed was the ceiling. It was thatched, supported by wooden beams. Then it was the sheer white curtains, or netting, that lined the sides. You raised yourself onto your elbows.

When you did the pain returned & you hissed, touching your head. But it was what felt like gauze that you felt. What the…

Then everything came flooding back—

Three men. Wanda screaming. The villa being shattered to pieces by gunfire. Shehu.

Gracie…

“RUN!”

Panic surged through you, shooting you to your feet. The sudden movement made you dizzy, causing your feet to tangle & trip over the layered rugs. The pain in your knees, & head, were long forgotten as you shakily moved forward.

The netting parted easily at your frantically waving hands.

“Gracie..” You muttered, your vision swaying slightly.

Though you were unsure of your surroundings in your discombobulated state, you could make out that you were outside. Somewhere that wasn’t the villa. You stumbled forward, seeing a set of stairs at the edge of the space.

You barely reached the top of them when your legs gave out again, your hands this time catching your fall. But your strength was diminishing fast. You rolled onto your side, groaning out Gracie’s name.

As your breathing slowed & darkness lined the edge of your vision, you saw a blurred figure appear at the end of the stairs.

“Oh, sweetheart.” A voice that sounded muffled came from the figure. The figure moved toward you, taking the stairs slowly. You could vaguely make out a deep chuckle as the toes of the finely polished dress shoes reached the top of the stairs, standing just before your face.

“Tsk tsk tsk.” Then the figure crouched, a somewhat familiar face coming in & out of focus as you fought to stay awake.

The man behind the mustache smiled pitifully at you, “You shouldn’t overexert yourself so soon.”

“You…” But nothing more came, you were fading.

“Yes. Me.” He grinned wolfishly, “You’ll know plenty about me soon enough, darlin’.”

Then much to your misery, darkness successfully consumed you.

The second time you woke, you managed to stay awake.

You were in the same space you woke up before. This time you took in your surroundings. It was a patio of some sort, it seemed. You were lying on a U-shaped couch that only stood 3-4 inches off the floor.

The air was thick & warm, tasted like salt. You were still near the ocean, that much gave you very little relief, any of which you would take at this time.

When you stood, you took your time, not wanting to repeat your earlier spell of fainting. Once you calmed your senses, you slowly rose to your feet & following in your previous venture to the stairs, recalling them easily.

This time no one stood at the bottom of them. Before you went down, you sped-walked to the edge of the patio. It was only then that you realized you weren’t on a patio, not a typical one anyway. Judging by the roofing just below the hip-heigh wall, you had to be on some rooftop deck.

You observed the environment. There were many palm trees. Peering through them enough you could make out a beach in the not too far distance. On the ground a story below were other thatched roofs, covering tables, loungers, even a pool table.

Gracie had to be here somewhere… but why were you?

“Good morning, sleepyhead.”

You spun around.

It was him again. The mustache.

“Where is she?” You spit, stepping forward.

“Where is who?”

“Gracie! Where is she? What did you do?”

“Why nothing.” The man smirked knowingly at you before crossing from the stairs to the couch that you woke up from.

Your eyes gazed at the stairs, an escape. But you didn’t know what may wait for you below…

“Go ahead, if you like.” Mustache said, lounging comfortably the couch, one leg propped on the other. He nodded toward the stairs, “Really. I’ll give you a head start.”

Your instinct to run crushed a moment later by a twinkling sadistic look in his eyes. “Give me something fun to do.”

The breath in your lungs was thin as you exhaled. Torn. Scared.

“Please just tell me she’s okay.” You pressed your lips together in worry, inching cautiously toward the couch.

Mustache peered up at you with a mirthful glint. He continued to observe you as you moved to sit across from him. It made your skin crawl.

After he stared at you, unwaveringly so, for what felt like an eternity, he finally sighed, “She’s okay.”

A sigh of relief escaped you, picturing her somewhere breathing, unharmed, alive. But she was still being held captive by this man. Whoever he was.

You narrowed your eyes at him, taking in his attire. A slim fitting dark navy polo that emphasized the size of his arms tucked into a pair of khaki pants finishing off with the same polished loafers that had entered your vision earlier. Your nose crinkled in distaste.

You didn’t like him.

“Done checkin’ me out?”

“Who are you?” You ignored his comment, crossing your arms, “Why am I here? Why aren’t I dead?”

��Geesh. One question at a time, will ya?”

You glared at him pointedly. He chuckled, frankly amused.

“You can call me Lloyd.”

“Okay, Lloyd.” Even his name you disliked, “Why are you doing this?”

“Oh, why not, I suppose.” A jovial grin splitting his face wide open, “But the 200 million I’ve been offered certainly makes a difference.”

200 million? You couldn’t stop your jaw from dropping.

“For what? Why?” Why Gracie? You hadn’t voiced that last question, scared of what the answer might be. There were very bad horrible people in this world, & you were positive one of them was sitting directly across from you.

“Tell me, nanny, do you know what your employer does?”

Raj?

You swallowed, suddenly questioning everything you knew about Raj West.

“He’s an engineer.” But your voice shook as you said it. You knew it was more than that. But when you got hired you had signed a lot of forms that would keep you silent about his activities, comings & goings, etc, & when words like ‘safe house’, ‘security measures’ became regular vocabulary in your training, you knew you were going to be working for someone who did something dangerous.

But that was all speculation on your part. You had never asked Raj about his work on the stints when he was home & he never spoke about it, let alone brought it back with him.

Until now.

“Ya sure that’s the answer you want to go with?” Lloyd’s brows wiggled excitedly.

“It’s the only answer I know.” You replied firmly, “If it’s anything else I never knew about it.”

Lloyd grunted curiously at that. “I find that hard to believe, nanny.”

Your heart panged. Before you could inquire further, Lloyd slipped a phone out of his pants pocket, did some quick tapping on it before tossing it across the space to you.

“You’re his mistress after all.”

The contents of the phone consisted of voyeuristic images of you & Raj. In bed.

You closed your eyes, tossing the phone to the couch.

“Oh, don’t be shy now.” Lloyd teased, “You certainly like to have fun in private.”

“You’ve been watching us. Those were taken months ago.” You recalled Raj’s final night before he left for the UK. The two of you had stumbled into his bedroom after a few glasses of wine & meaningful conversation. The first time was an accident—a year into your employment—but every time after was with purpose.

“Well, if I’m gonna kidnap his little girls I oughta know about the man.” Lloyd leaned back, his arms resting on the back of the couch, his legs spread, establishing that he’s alpha.

“What do you want? A little girl? Really?” It was disgusting. You shouldn’t be surprised, you couldn’t be, but you were.

“I want my money. And I will get my money when Mr. West finishes the job.”

“What job?”

Lloyd’s laughter this time began deep & low until it was vocal, permeating the warm air with his callousness. “Oh, honey. You really don’t know who you work for, do you?”

“Then tell me.” You challenged, “Not like I can do anything about it.”

“Right you are, but I think I enjoy watching you try to piece everything together.”

You shook your head, already growing tired of this man who quite clearly got off on playing mind games. You felt your nostrils flare at your next question, “Can I see Gracie?”

“Hmm…” Lloyd pondered that for a moment. Whether or not he was actually thinking about it, you doubted he was. He seemed like the kind of man that had an answer prepared for everything question asked.

“No.” He flashed you a toothy smile, “But perhaps another time.”

Then he stood. You quickly followed suit, “Why am I even here if I can’t be with her?”

Lloyd ignored your question, “Would you rather be dead?”

The abruptness, & threatening nature, if the question left you speechless.

Lloyd’s eyes cooly overlooked your form before landing on your dumbfounded face, “Didn’t think so.”

“But Gracie—“

“Is fine. And if you’re good, you’ll see her.” He gestured toward the stairs, “I promise.”

Though you knew next to nothing about this man, you knew promises didn’t mean shit.

“Now follow me & I will show you to your room.”

You stood staring at him, suspicious. A room? Like he was putting you up in a hotel for vacation? Like this was fun? Wanted?

What was he up to?

Reluctantly though, you followed him down the stairs to a first floor bungalow. Much to your surprise, there was no one waiting. As you continued to follow Lloyd through the small building, you kept an eye out for the other two men from the attack.

“You can’t see them but they can always see you.” Lloyd commented over his shoulder. Goosebumps erupted across your exposed skin.

It was only then that you realized what you were wearing. A loose fitting mint-green summer dress covered you. You stopped in your tracks, can’t believing you hadn’t realized you weren’t in your old, let alone, normal clothes. But considering your predicament you allowed yourself a reprieve.

“How did I…” You couldn’t finish the question, staring wide-eyes at Lloyd’s back as he paused in his movement to face you.

When he understood what you were referring to, a knowing smirk appeared beneath his ridiculous mustache. “I figured you’d like this better, considering the slightly warmer climate change.”

“Who…who changed me?”

Lloyd’s eyes glimmered, “Me, of course.”

A nauseating feeling overcame you at the thought if this man having his eyes & hands on you naked in an unconscious state.

As if he knew exactly what you were fearing, he rolled his eyes, “Don’t worry, nanny. You’re not my type. I prefer them awake, sometimes willing.”

You guffawed at what he implied.

“Please.” He gripped you firmly by the upper arm, dragging you outside with him, “You know me well enough by now to not be surprised.”

You hated that he was right.

The small hut he showed you consisted of two rooms. There were no doors upon the first room, which could be considered a foyer, but to the right was a small bathroom, & then straight ahead through a set of double doors was a bedroom.

It was simple enough. A queen size bed with white sheets, area rug, small closet, & a dresser. No windows.

After you surveyed the room, you checked the locks on the door. There were none.

“Can’t trust you.” Lloyd shared as he leaned against the doorframe, his gaze narrowing in delight, “I’m sure you understand.”

“Right.” You muttered, “Because I’m the one who kidnapped you.”

You walked over to the dresser, catching yourself in a small mirror above the furniture piece. You looked wrecked. Tired. Hopeless. But you weren’t, couldn’t be. Not when Gracie depended on you.

“Am I to assume you wouldn’t kill me in a second if you had the chance?” Lloyd prodded.

“Not at least until I know where Gracie is.” You carelessly responded.

Movement in the reflection made you turn around & back up. Lloyd slowly stepped up to you, but left a few inches of space. When he stood directly in front of you, your eyes were level with his chest.

“Besides,” You began, looking up to meet his domineering gaze, “I’m not stupid enough to think I could take you anyway. Unfortunately for us, this appears to be a long game that we’ve no choice but to participate in.”

Lloyd raised a single brow. “You’re smarter than you look.”

Any words you were about to say escaped you when he moved closer, trapping you against the dresser & his immovable body. Both his hands gripped the edge of the dresser, effectively locking you in.

You felt yourself shake, licking your suddenly dry lips in regretful fear. The hairs on the top of your head tickled with the exhaling of his breath. He remained standing over you. But he never touched you.

At that point you were sure he could hear the pounding of your heart. You imagined he was enjoying the sound of it. You bit your lip, your fingers digging into the fabric of your dress, trying to fight the claustrophobia feeling he was imposing upon you.

“A smart woman is a dangerous woman.” Lloyd said, every word sending unpleasant tingles down your spine, “And a dangerous woman is a dead woman.”

The threat was clear.

“I suggest you remember that, nanny.”

So, a much shorter entry than my usual updates but that's because it was a lot of plot building via dialogue. Next part will be longer, I promise!

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