The Pogues were all gathered together by the campfire, laughing and drinking as JJ shared the most hilarious jokes and stories.

It took suprisingly long before one of them finally realized that something wasn’t right.

"Hey…. Where’s (y/n)? Wasn’t she supposed to join us tonight?" Sarah asked, catching everyone’s attention.

The laughter died down, the feeling of joy replaced by realization. John B pulled out his phone, checking the text messages the two of you had sent earlier today.

John B frowned, "she said she’d be here around seven." He told them, looking up from his phone to share glances of confusion and slight suspision with his friends.

"But the time was seven like…" Kiara muttered, putting away the can of beer to pull out her own phone to check the current time. "…Three hours ago." She finished.

"Where the hell is she?" Pope asked the question they all wanted an answer to.

Meanwhile…

"Let me out!" You shouted, throwing another bottle of wine at the locked door, your voice starting the get hoarse from all the yelling.

"Not until you calm down, sweetheart, alright?" Rafe replied from the other side of the door while nervously biting his nail.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go—locking you inside his father’s wine celler at Tannyhill. He just wanted you all for himself. The truth was that the break up was too much for him to handle, he couldn’t just let you waltz out of his life for good like everyone else had.

So he kidnapped you.