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“Does Daddy need to take his belt to your ass and leave welts again?”
Amber grabbed the rounded globes of her perfect, and probably fake, ass. She danced back and forth from one foot to another.
“No Daddy, please. Your widdle girl will be a good girl,” Amber said in a sing-song voice.
“All right, then. As soon as I get rid of this snooty bitch, Daddy will meet you in the hotel in Costa Rica and we’ll have us a party.”
“I’m so excited. I wuv you, Daddy.”
Ewan dragged her out through one of the side entrances. The two men from Cerberus who’d been assigned to guard that exit were down, unconscious and bleeding.
“She really is a sick little bitch. She wanted to knife both of them. She has no idea what’s waiting for her in Costa Rica. Those cartel boys pay good for dumb, blonde, and able to take some discipline when they don’t behave. Just so you know—Janine and the kids aren’t headed for Hawaii. They’re flying to Dubai—no worries about extradition there.”
He shoved her into the trunk of a newer model sedan, and within minutes she was bouncing around. Alicia didn’t think they were going fast enough to be on the freeway, so that meant city streets. She needed to stay calm and assess the situation.
The first thing Alicia did was use what Miley had taught her about getting out of zip ties. She’d made sure Ewan zip-tied her hands in front and that she’d held her hands palms down, side-by-side in fists. Once she was in the trunk it was easy enough to slip them off. She reached up and unbuckled the ball gag.
Again, thanks to Miley, she looked for the taillight closest to her, punched it out and looked around to try and get her bearings. They were driving along one of the lakeside roads. That wasn’t necessarily good. A lot of those roads passed by areas that were fairly isolated. On the other hand, he probably wasn’t going to want to call attention to himself by speeding.
Okay, so her hands were free, she was fairly maneuverable, she knew kind of where she was. Now to get out of this trunk and get to safety. She spotted a small glow-in-the-dark rectangle where the trunk release should be. A lot of new model vehicles had trunk releases inside for safety. She grinned as she realized she could open the trunk from within. She needed to be strategic about when and where she made her move.
Just popping it open at random would alert Ewan that she was free. Unless there was someone around, all he’d have to do was stop the car, get out, run to the trunk, and shut it again. He would also most likely either knock her out or kill her—neither of which was ideal.
She cursed the dying light. Had it been earlier in the day, it might have been more effective when she’d stuck her hand through the missing taillight to attract attention.
But if Ewan could knock her out, she could do the same. She unlocked the trunk but kept it from flying open. When the asshole was in position, she could open it, with some force behind it, smacking him in the jaw or nose and either knocking him out or incapacitating him. If the gun was handy, she’d grab it and find help. If not, she’d run like hell, screaming her fool head off.
Either way, the next time Miley offered to shoot his balls off in a secluded location so they could watch him bleed out while they made s’mores and sang Kumbaya with the rest of the girls, she was going to take her up on it.
But for now, she held the trunk lid in place and waited.
* * *
Brock
Cerberus Headquarters
Chicago, Illinois
Trying to remain outwardly calm while he was frantic on the inside would be something Brock would never forget. Alicia had disappeared from under their noses. Miley tried reminding him that she and Alicia had gone through the protocols for being abducted, and Alicia was an excellent student.
Two of their men had been knifed and were in the hospital in surgery. The wounds were serious, but they were expected to recover.
The only lead they had was the dimwitted blonde who had been hired to act as hostess/receptionist over at the club. She’d been bebopping out to her car with blood all over her hands. She’d been happy as a pig in mud. Brock would have gladly throttled her, but she was their only lead. She’d demanded that they let her leave, and when they’d refused, she’d fallen into a sullen silence, complete with a pouting lower lip. While it was adorable and sexy as hell on Alicia, it was downright revolting on Amber.
Brock paced back and forth in the bullpen outside the conference room. Normally he would be able to see inside, but given the toxic level of his anger, King had flipped a switch, and the shades had come down to conceal all that was going on.
Seth had, however, linked his comm unit into the conference room so he could at least hear what was going on.
“Amber, I’m going to need you to work with me,” said King in a kind tone of voice. “You need to tell me where Ewan Rennault has taken her.”
“None of you ever really liked me,” Amber whined. “My daddy said you’ll do anything to get that frigid bitch back. Have you seen her clothes? How she attracted that hunky Brock I’ll never know, although she has been dressing better since they came back from California. Don’t ever tell my daddy this, but if Brock had wanted to fuck me and make me his little girl, I’d have dropped my current daddy like a hot potato.”
The girl was dumb as a rock. No, that wasn’t right, she was dumber than a rock. She didn’t seem to quite grasp the seriousness of the situation.
“Please, boss, just let me put one round in her knee. She’ll talk then, or I’ll put another round in the other knee,” said Miley.
Amber gasped. Miley just might have brought home the point to Amber that she was in a lot of trouble.
