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“Oh, he so will. He never gave any woman a single ounce of time, and suddenly he hires her as his personal assistant. He wanted his mousy little woman, and I’m sure he’ll do anything to get her back.” I’m so confused and scared that I drop my head back on the seat and try to think of a way to get out of here. Whoever they’re taking me to isn’t a good person and nothing good can come of what’s going to happen to me, so I’ve got to get myself out of trouble.
“Hunter’s got deep pockets, and we’re going to take him for so much.” I can’t believe that my cousin was involved in my own kidnapping. How sick and twisted does someone have to be to do it to their own family?
I disliked James before. Now, I despise him with everything in me and if I ever get out of here, I’m going to find a way to make him pay for his involvement. The road only gets more and more bumpy as he flies faster, sending me bouncing around the vehicle, plumping to the floorboard in the backseat.
“Hey, slow down, James. She’s going to get hurt back there.” Wow, a modicum of sympathy coming from her takes me by surprise. “Malone’s not going to be happy if we damage the merchandise before we get there,” she continues, and then I’m no longer shocked. Can’t be looking ruined for the buyer. I can’t believe they are doing this to me. Taking a hard breath, I try to calm down and focus. Since I’m not strapped down, I consider my options.
They are flying way too fast for me to pop out and make a run for it, so I’ll have to wait for them to make a stop, but then what would be my next move? Shit. Things are crazy, and my mind is whirling. More like actually spinning at the moment; whatever they drugged me with is giving me a killer headache. Suddenly the vehicle slows, turning onto a gravel road, and my tension picks up. I’m beyond frightened, but that’s not going to do me any good, so I stay strong as the vehicle comes to a stop.
“Come on, little bitch. It’s time to make me a lot of money,” James sneers, staring at me from the front seat. The back door flies open, and my head tilts up to see a massive brute leering down at me.
“How about that. Look at the treat you brought me today. This is a nice one. I might want to sample her first.” I hold back my shiver of disgust so he can’t sense my fear. He grabs me around the shoulders and quickly pulls me out of the car and throws me over his shoulder. The bastard hurriedly moves into a small building out of the fading sunlight to avoid any passing cars on the road. The blood rushes so fast to my head that a new wave of nausea causes the spins, and I’m a little off on my surroundings.
“Boxer, she’s a beauty, isn’t she?” my cousin says. He looks like a damn underground heavyweight boxer.
“She is,” he says, leering at me with a dirty look in his eyes and licking his lips.
“Let me go, you filthy fuck.” I kicked him violently, attempting to break his hold. It almost works, and he nearly sends me falling to the ground. The prick must be used to dealing with women like me, and he snatches me up in a more precarious position, holding me tighter.
He smirks as he tosses me into a cage. Fuck, this isn’t good. “Oh, feisty, is she? You never told me that.”
“Well, we had no idea. She’s a little mouse.”
“Let me steal your freedom and see if you cower, you dirty cunt,” I hiss, grabbing the metal and tugging on it, but it’s useless, so I spit on the fucker.
He wipes his face with the back of his hand while glaring at me. “Watch your mouth, little treasure box. You don’t need teeth to suck dick.” I try to still my expression, but I can’t stop myself from clamping my lips shut.
“Don’t want to lose profit on a precious commodity,” James says, stopping the wrath of my jailer.
“True. We have enough crackhead whores. A pretty little skirt like her would make a killing even if she’s not a virgin.” I slide back into the far corner of my small enclosure and consider my options. There aren’t a lot of ways out of this.
They step out of the room, and then suddenly only two men rush back in: the man who carried me, and a new man. I recognize him from my time with Dylan. He was on his security team, and he brought me my things to the hotel from Dylan’s condo. I see him, and I believe he’s here to rescue me.
“Oh, no. Is that you, Harley?”
“Yes, please help me.”
I move closer to the edge of the cage. He stares at me lecherously, and I try to move back but I’m too late—he already has the cage open and drags me out by my hair. “Oh, my, my. Finally, I’ve got you alone.” He brings his face to mine, about to kiss me when his eyes drop to my chest. “What the fuck?”
“I told you to take the fucking necklace. It has a damn tracker. Hunter put it in there to follow her ass.” He violently rips the chain from my throat.
“No,” I scream.
“What? You’re upset that your boss can’t come to find you? He’s not looking for you anyway. He’s too busy sitting at home like a lost fucking puppy.” He laughs maniacally, and I’m growing more terrified by the moment. There’s something different in him than the others. They’re greedy and unscrupulous. He’s insane.
“Who are you?” I question, scrunching my eyes as I try to remember his name. I know that I’ve seen him around many times, but his name isn’t ringing a bell.
“What? You’re going to play dumb with me?”
“I don’t know your name or anything, other than you work for Dylan.”
“Bitch,” he roars, slapping me across the face. “You ignore me, but drop to your knees for him.” He huffs and attacks me. Damn it. I feel the strikes until the other guy pulls him off me.
“Chill the fuck out.”
“Sorry.” I groan and lie there, still.
“Leave her for now. Let’s dispose of this shit.”
