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He wants me and I want him, forever.
After putting on my clothes, I glance at the clock, seeing it’s almost eight in the morning. I should be able to get back here by eighty thirty with a nice spread.
I’m already smiling when I picture the look on his face, like a caveman happy with his woman for preparing a good meal.
Thoughts like that would’ve seemed crazy to me once.
But something magical happened yesterday, something truly transformative. And I’m not going to ruin it by questioning it.
I slip you out of the room and walk down the hallway toward the elevator, stepping inside. There’s one other person in here, a tall man with greasy black hair, wearing cargo pants and a hoodie.
The moment the doors close, a warning goes off inside me, telling me I shouldn’t have gotten in here with him. He smells off somehow.
I’m chiding myself for being so judgmental when the man reaches inside the front pocket of his hoodie and takes out a knife.
“Don’t say a fucking word,” he snaps, pressing it softly into the small of my back. “Or I’ll gut you right here.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Ryker
I reach across the bed the moment I wake up, eager to feel my woman’s curvy body again. After we had sex the first time, she coyly asked if she could try going on top, with that cute-as-fuck quirk to her lips. I smirked and told her yes, hell yes, and then she started to bounce on my cock, captivating me with each movement.
My hand meets the empty sheets.
“Rosie?” I say, sitting up and glancing at the clock.
It’s eight forty-five, far later than I usually sleep in. But I was so comfortable lying next to Rosie last night, knowing I didn’t have to be on high alert because she was right there beside me.
I didn’t have to live my life with that unceasing loneliness inside of me.
“Rosie?”
I walk around the suite naked, hoping to find her in the shower, stalk up behind her and drive myself between her legs, pounding into her slickly as she gasps and thrusts and pulses against me, the way she did last night.
But she’s not in the shower, not in the living room, not in the kitchen. The suite is large, but it’s not that large.
Returning to the bedroom, I scan it quickly, noting that her clothes are gone.
Where did she go?
A vicious voice hisses at me that she’s run away after what we did, that she isn’t interested in me after all. But the very idea is goddamn laughable.
Last night we boded, mated, like an alpha male and his mate, promising a future together.
I pick up my phone.
There are two missed calls from a number I don’t recognize.
My instincts tingle and my heart starts to drum heavily in my chest, slamming against my ribcage.
I call the number back.
“Finally.”
Zane, fucking Zane.
His voice is rough with a smoker’s rasp, and there’s a note of something like triumph in it that I don’t like at all.
“Ryker, old buddy. Are you there?”
“What have you done?” I snarl. “Zane, what the fuck have you done?”
“Oh, nothing… yet. But I am glad for the company. I’ll admit, Ryker, she’s not really my type. But she’s sure got some spunk to her. She’s looking at me right now like she wants to tear my head off. I’m sure she’d be ranting and raving if she could speak.”
If she could speak.
He’s taken her. He’s fucking gagged her, he must have.
My blood suddenly turns cold, ice-cold, making me feel like an alligator who’s going to mindlessly do whatever is necessary to make her safe. Even if that means wrapping my hands around Zane’s throat and squeezing until his eyes bulge and all the life drains from him.
“Zane, I’m telling you right now. If you’ve hurt her, in any way, I’m going to kill you. You need to know that.”
“Yeah, yeah, sure,” he says. “Whatever you say, big man.”
“Where is she?”
“Nun-uh. You’re not in charge now.”
“Where is she?”
“First you have to do something for me. I remember how you liked to keep some cash in that big old safe of yours in your apartment. A little backup fund, eh? If I remember correctly, you’ve got some gold in there too.”
I grind my teeth, my forehead aching as apprehension tugs at every part of me, tightening my insides.
“You’re going to fucking regret this. You idiot, you fucking idiot—”
“Careful,” he snaps. “Don’t forget I’ve got your little whore.”
I spin and punch the supporting beam of the four poster bed, letting out a roar as it snaps and causes part of the bed to collapse. Splinters bite into my knuckles and I immediately feel like a jackass, but hearing him call her a whore just sends me into a rage.
“What was that?” Zane asks.
“Where. Is. She?”
“Relax. Tell me when you’ve got my money, my gold, and then you can bring it to me and we’ll do a trade. Play this right and nobody has to get hurt.”
