Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 109086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
“What kind of cop has access to tech like that? Aren’t you guys supposed to be poor?”
“Were you not paying attention when my cousin was bitching? Money is not an issue for my family. Any of us.”
He sighed. I felt it more than heard it, and after that, I got quiet, feeling just how seriously strong he was. There was no softness on his body. He was pure muscle. Feeling him, remembering that glimpse I got of him earlier when he’d changed clothes and a small section of his very flat stomach showed, I gulped, feeling itchy.
“Stop squirming. Just wait to hear me out. You know I was forced to take you.”
“Our definitions of force vary. What dictionary are you using? The criminal one?”
A slight snort sounded from him. “We’re almost back.”
Oh joy. Almost back to where he’d put me on a chair, tie me to it. It didn’t matter if it was reclined or not, I’d be tied down.
I didn’t think so. “Promise you won’t tie me up.” I tried to look at him, but the most I could see was the back of his shoulder.
He went still, his head turning toward me. “Promise you’ll hear me out.”
I let out a long, frustrated breath of air, but said, “Fine.”
“Fine,” he clipped out, just as annoyed.
We kept going in the complete dark. “How are you driving this thing? There’s no lights.”
He didn’t reply, only saying, “We’re almost back. I’ll make you food too.”
And with that, my stomach let loose a growl that could’ve scared off a grizzly bear. Normally I’d be mortified, but we were past that with the whole two dead guys and him kidnapping me. Plus, I’d peed in front of him.
When he pulled up to the house, he stowed the cart in a building, plugging it in. He kept me on his back. How strong was this guy? Seriously? I was a good hundred and forty pounds. I wasn’t some lightweight woman, but he was walking around as if I were a backpack that he was too lazy to drop.
I was getting a little sick from the different motions and all the ups and downs before he stepped out and hit another button on his phone. A big door closed, coming from the top like it was a garage door.
As we crossed to the house, I took in the scenery this time. I hadn’t been able to before.
He was right. We were surrounded by trees. Trees and trees and trees. A knot formed, thinking how stupid it had been of me to try, but I had to. That was lesson one of being kidnapped. You get a chance, you run.
We’d come up a smaller trail, but there was a driveway jutting out to my left side.
Which would be my right side if I was normal, and not upside-down.
Wait . . . Did I have that wrong?
I was frustrated all over again because this was so confusing.
He was at the back door, putting in a code. The locks were unlocking, and as he stepped inside, he moved around so my head didn’t hit the doorframe (so considerate of him) before he punched in another set of codes. The door shut, and he did a whole set of codes after that.
The guy hadn’t lied about that security. Fuck. He was either really into security or paranoid. Though, the contract out on his life was giving him some credibility. If I believed him. I still wasn’t sure about that. I watched Nightline. Kidnappers brainwashed their kidnappees.
He didn’t turn on the lights, going through the kitchen and moving into the bedroom where he turned with his back to the bed. I heard a swish and I was airborne. “Oooh!” I fell to the bed with a bounce. That was a little jarring. I glared, sitting up. “You could’ve warned me.”
He didn’t spare me a look, moving around the room.
There were two of them. They were going in circles.
Now three.
Was I hearing birds?
I lay back down, cursing because I knew better.
He laughed, not trying to hide it. “I could’ve told you not to sit up. All the blood’s at your head.”
I rolled so I could watch him, and as he paused at the window, I called his name. “Jake.”
He looked.
I held out my middle finger, making a point to turn it around so it was upright. “Fuck you.”
He stared at me for another moment, taking me in. There was no glare back, or curse, or even annoyance. His jaw just tightened before he moved to the last window. “This room is secure.”
I smirked. “Did you check the bathroom?”
His jaw clenched. “Already done. That won’t happen again.”
It was dumb of me, but I couldn’t help myself. I needed to taunt him. I was helpless so I wanted him to feel an eighth of what I was experiencing, even if it was foolish of me. There was something in me needing a reaction out of him. Any sort of reaction.