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Here I’d been, contemplating leaving them for their desire to protect me, and now I’d happily look the other way if they saved me.
The irony was unjust.
“Shut up!”
Something slammed into the side of my head, dazing me as I slumped against the arms yanking me into the trees.
Pain split through my skull, my vision blurring as I stumbled along, being dragged by one of the men.
“Who…” I just blinked, my mind struggling to remember what the hell had just been going on.
The daze passed quickly thankfully, and I planted my feet, tugging against the man who was trying to whisk me away for something I didn’t even want to think about.
“Scream again, and this ends now.”
I stilled, something cold pressing to my temple as I turned to the shadowed man following my original attacker.
I didn’t even need to make everything out in the darkness to know my life was hanging by a delicate thread now.
The man’s face was pissed, and I gritted my teeth, my heart threatening to end this all as he pressed the gun harder against my temple.
“That’s good, we like good girls here,” he said, a horrid smirk breaking his face. Nothing like the wicked smirks my men had given me. This was foul and promised nothing good, and my lower lip trembled.
My men. As much as I’d wanted to turn away, that was how I thought of them, and right now, I’d do anything to have them here.
I needed their killer instincts, as much as I hated to admit it. I wanted them to save me like they’d already done.
Why had I thought it was all too much? They’d given me safety and affection, doted on me. They’d promised to never hurt me, and I’d fully believed that.
“My friend here is going to carry you, since you’ve just let them know we’re here. You try to fight or scream again, I put you down with a bullet,” the man stated, the cool muzzle of his gun against my temple making a numbness sweep over me.
The fear and panic had faded away, all the emotions too much as my mind shut down, unable to handle it.
Was this what shock felt like?
Was this how Callum felt? Had he gone numb by the end? Or had he been afraid before he died?
No, I couldn’t think like that. I couldn’t just shut down, not if I wanted to survive.
“Tie her up, then carry her. We need to move,” he snapped to his companion who still held my arms.
I shuddered as the man released me, the sound of his belt being undone making a sliver of fear curl in my gut, but I didn’t move, the terror of the gun pointed at my head keeping me frozen.
My hands were yanked into a suitable position behind me, and the leather belt was wrapped around them and done up as I ground my teeth together. My throat was closed up, not even a whimper escaping me, but hot tears slid down my cheeks.
I let out a strangled gasp, praying Mr. Pissed Off didn’t think it was a sound worthy of ending my life as the man behind me hoisted me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing.
I hung limply on his back as he took off, the man wielding the gun right behind us, keeping his weapon raised and ready. I sure as shit hoped he didn’t trip and put a bullet in me. Maybe he’d accidentally shoot his friend, though.
I wanted to scream, to beg them to not kill me, that I wanted to live. Who were these men? Enemies of the brothers? It seemed that way, but how’d they get here? I hadn’t wandered that far from the lodge, surely.
So much for them having state-of-the-art security.
How fitting that this was how I went out, kidnapped and murdered by a rival mafia family. It’d be just like Callum. And that terrified me to no end.
Where were the brothers? Would they come for me? Would they save me?
I flinched as a siren sounded off in the distance, shouts rising up from behind my two kidnappers.
