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Alina scuttled back until her shoulders hit the wall. She wore a pair of blue silk pajama pants and a torn top. Goose bumps covered her body and the cold kept making her shudder. She had zero weapons and enough fear to choke her.
A hand rapped against the door. Then… “You’ve got to calm down.”
He couldn’t be serious.
“I don’t want you hurt. But my partner doesn’t feel the same. He’s coming back in soon, and just…don’t make him mad, understand? Don’t do anything to set him off. If you fight again or if you try to escape…” The words trailed away, and her stomach knotted even more. He cleared his throat. “Look, be good and you might get home. The last one, though, she didn’t.”
The last one?
“But there have been others, and it doesn’t always have to end that way. But, just…be good. If you think my partner is bad, wait until you meet the boss.”
Alina shook her head frantically even though he couldn’t see her. She didn’t want to meet the boss. She wanted to wake up and have this whole scene just be some terrible nightmare. Please, please let it be a nightmare.
She’d kissed Midas. Felt heat pour through her body. Felt need and desire and passion and…
Then she’d woken to ice cold terror. Fear that numbed her. And a terrible, growing certainty spread through her that…
She wasn’t going to make it through this.
Please, please be a nightmare.
“If your dad follows the rules, there’s a chance you’ll make it.”
Her dad? Was this—was this some kind of ransom thing?
“But the boss…” His voice lowered. “He’s like my partner. I think—I think he likes hurting people.”
Her stomach heaved.
“I think he likes killing people.” A pause. “And I work for him, so what the hell does that say about me?”
Her eyes squeezed closed.
The floor creaked as he walked away.
***
The bastard barreled into the woods louder than a charging bear. He gripped his knife tightly and ran in. Midas had just ducked behind a bigger tree, and when the fool prepared to run right past him, Midas threw up his arm and caught the guy right around the neck. The knife flew from the man’s fingers even as his body whipped back at the sudden clothesline attack. The prick slammed into the ground, but Midas gave him credit, he jumped back up fast, even if he was wheezing.
“Who the fuck—what the—”
Midas drove his fist into the SOB’s jaw as hard as he could. A fast and brutal hit. He heard bones crunch. Fine. That’s what happens when you hit a woman, you piece of shit. Prepare for someone else to hit you back, even harder.
When the asshole hit the ground this time, he didn’t jump back up. He couldn’t. He was out cold. Midas pulled his phone from his pocket and put it over the man’s face. He snapped a quick pic. I want to know who the hell you are and who hired you. Then, because he’d planned ahead like the good freaking Boy Scout he was, Midas pulled some zip ties from his back pocket. He secured the man’s wrists and ankles and rolled his ass even deeper into the woods.
One down.
Midas glanced toward the cabin.
One waiting inside.
Midas sucked in a deep breath and headed straight for the cabin.
Someone else is coming. Could be multiple someones. You need to move fast. Get her out. Get her to safety. Alina is the priority. His only priority.
More blood trickled into Midas’s right eye. The damn cut hadn’t stopped bleeding yet. Hell, that was just one of many cuts still bleeding. He’d taken just enough stock of his injuries to know he wasn’t in mortal danger. He could handle pain. What he couldn’t handle?
Anyone hurting Alina.
