The Kiss that Sparked it All

Chatper 2101

Chapter 2101

“After it’s done?” He inquired with a hint of impatience in his voice.

“Once the job is finished, I’ll wire over the rest of the money as promised,” Clara declared, having invested a hefty

sum into this operation. “Remember, I want pictures and videos!”

“Got it.”

Raven relayed Clara’s demands to his gang, and the motley crew of ruffians could not hide their twisted delight.

“Hey, boss, you were all ‘hands off the lady’ a minute ago, but it looks like this dame is destined for our little

shindig,” one of the goons, a guy with a greasy mop of hair, sneered with a lecherous grin.

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“Keep it together in the van, boys. We’ll have our fun when we’re in a secure spot,” Raven ordered with authority.

None of them had ever been this close to a celebrity before, so just the sight of Ivy lying there was enough to get

their blood racing and their excitement peaking.

Meanwhile, Ivy’s forehead creased with worry.

The motion of the car was making her nauseous. Just as she was about to open her eyes, the realization of her

predicament hit her she had been kidnapped!

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By whom?

And what did they want?

Afraid to give herself away, Ivy kept her eyes shut, feigning unconsciousness and eavesdropping on their

conversation.

“Times are tough, man. With this many mouths to feed, I dunno how long that hundred grand is gonna last us.” The

goon with the greasy hair lit a cigarette, and Ivy had to suppress a cough.

“If I had the chance, I’d be a movie star too, prancing around on screen. I can do all that acting jazz, so why should

pretty boys rake in all the dough?”

His naive words were met with laughter from his pals. “You kidding? Ever look in a mirror, or are you too busy

peeing without seeing? You think you’ve got the chops for Hollywood? If you can make it, I’m the next Leonardo,”

another henchman with a buzz cut scoffed, mocking his brother-in-arms.

“Jealous, that’s what you are. What’s wrong with how I look? I’m a regular Adonis!” The greasy-haired one

protested, placing his hand near Ivy’s to compare, “But seriously, how do these stars get such silky skin? I didn’t

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have this soft touch as a kid.”

Ivy felt a stranger’s proximity, causing her skin to crawl.

The conversation revealed there were several men in the vehicle with her. What were they planning?

She was terrified and wanted to pull away from the intruding hand, but she could not risk exposing her awareness

what might happen if they realized she was awake.

not knowing

“Ha! It’s all in the genes, my friend. My hands are way nicer than yours. You’ve got mitts like you’ve been baling hay

all your life. And let’s face it, apart from chain-smoking and card games, you’re a roughneck through and through,

dreaming of the silver screen,” the buzz-cut man said, dangling a cigarette from his lips.

The group bantered until they arrived at a derelict building. Ivy was stiff with fear as she was carried to a makeshift

bed.