Page 16 of Stolen Trophy


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Seriously hot. Which is annoying, since he’s my kidnapper. His face is almost square and nearly too sharp to be considered classically handsome, but somehow, it works. The strength in the lines makes me quiver for a moment. He screams bad boy with dark commanding eyes, thick slanted eyebrows, and a light scar through his plump lips. Everything about his features tells me he is trouble…the best kind.

“Please,” I whisper. “I’m freezing and my face aches.”

“That’s what you get when you get punched.” He shrugs but sighs. “Fine, I’ll cover you.”

“I need the bathroom,” I blurt out, not wanting to be covered but to be free.

His eyes narrow, unsure, and I feel like I pushed it too far.

“What’s your name?” I ask, licking my lips. “Mine is Genevieve.”

“I know,” he sneers, and I wait patiently. “Fuck it, she won’t ever know the full thing,” he mutters to himself. “Gage. Name’s Gage.”

“Please, Gage,” I implore, fluttering my lashes. “I’ll be good—no more nut punching or heels. I just need the toilet.”

It’s not working. I can see that.

“Unless you want me to go here?” That gets him moving. He grabs my hands and deftly undoes them. I take my shot, already noting the bedside table and old lamp to my right. Swinging across the bed, I grab it and bring it down across his meaty asshole head. He grunts, but instead of falling back, he tumbles into me and pins me on the bed as he groans.

Snarling, I kick and shove at him, but he’s massive. “Move your heavy ass!” I wheeze out, but it’s no use. He recovers quicker than I expected, his eyes narrowed in anger as he touches the back of his head, his hand coming away covered in blood while he glares at me.

“That wasn’t nice,” he spits out.

“Not sorry.” I huff as I jerk upright and try to escape, but he’s there, slamming my hands back to the bed and tying them up before stepping away.

“Because of that, you can pee yourself for all I care,” he snarls, feeling his head again. “Now behave,” he warns, pointing at my face.

“Or what?” I retort.

“Or you won’t like what we do to you.”

I freeze then, my heart icing over and my legs shutting automatically.

“You aren’t in the city anymore, rich bitch. You are all alone out here with us. So play nice.” He leaves, shutting the door behind him.

My mouth is dry, and fear pumps through me, mixing with my annoyance…and I’m still fucking cold!

I settle back, knowing he won’t return anytime soon. Oh no, I burned that bridge. It seems all I have is time now—time to figure out how to escape and get back home.

Time to figure out just who the hell these men are and what they want with someone like me.

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