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Chapter one
Kinsey
Stolen
“Weshouldputherin the fucking trunk. I can’t stand how strong she smells like those bastards.” A car door slams, and I blink my eyes open again, trying to find the will to fight against the sedation.
“I’m not risking losing sight of her.” The world shifts as the man sets me on the front seat of a vehicle heavily scented like cigarettes and citrus.
“Who fucking cares, Brock. She’s used. You got to get it out of your head that she will be anything other than fucking trouble. The princess, on the other hand...she’s perfect.” The second man speaks about Holly.
“I care. Now just get in and shut up, Vance. Don’t test me today. You’ve fucked up enough already. We’re lucky that the fucking wannabe king is a cowardly bastard.” The man, Brock, slides behind the steering wheel while the other guy gets in the back. I wish my body would cooperate so I could see exactly where we are on the property, but I’m also afraid to move. All I know is I need to act fast. If they get out of these walls, I’m not so sure that I’ll ever see my guys again. These men aren’t just some club owners. They’re powerful. They’re the leaders of Platinum Shores and also a reigning pack within the Pack Regimes. They rank the same as the princes of Gilded Sands.
Vance grumbles from the backseat and slaps his hand against my headrest, sending my soul out of my body for a second. At least, that’s what it feels like. It’s enough to help me focus. I peek through my heavy eyelids, staring at the winding driveway. It’s a quick shot to the gate, exiting the palace grounds.
The vehicle lurches forward, sending me into the dashboard. I don’t move, acting as if I still haven’t gained awareness. A hand grabs my shoulder and yanks me back to the seat. Brock restrains me with his arm instead of putting the seatbelt on me. His skin is so close that I can nearly taste the citrus. I count the seconds, knowing I have to do something. I have to fight. I have to distract him. We can’t leave. But I’m also afraid that if we crash the car, I’ll go flying. I could get severely injured or worse. And Holly? I need to think of her as well.
“Help me with the seatbelt.” Brock growls the words, stomping the throttle, pushing us faster.
The cool strap slides around me, and I summon my bravery. I can’t let it click into place. I can’t let it trap me.
Shooting upright, I sink my teeth into Vance’s arm at the same time as I swing my fist down between Brock’s legs, punching him in the cock. I thrash and manage to slap Vance behind me. He hollers, yanking away. The car swerves, and Brock swears. Shit. He doesn’t slow. I need to keep fighting.
Pushing through the fog of whatever drugs I was given, I scratch and scream, hitting everything I can. I don’t stop. I won’t stop until they force me to.
The car slows, coming to a halt. I snap my eyes open to get a good look at Brock. And then I see the knife on his belt. He doesn’t even have a chance to block me before I lock my fingers to the hilt, pull it out, and stab him in the thigh.
He shouts and smacks me, jerking his hand to grab me. I twist in the seat and kick him in the face. I manage to get him in the neck, stealing his breath as I smash my foot against his Adam’s apple. I blindly find the handle and thrust open the door, managing to get more space between us. Vance hops from the backseat, exiting the vehicle to chase me. I roll a couple times, scrambling to get to my feet.
“Get back here, bitch. Don’t make me hurt you. We had a deal with Winston. You belong to Platinum Shores. If you don’t uphold the deal, we’ll take down this fucking territory.” Vance rushes toward me, not giving me the chance to decide if I’m going to surrender to him or not.
“Hurry the fuck up and grab her. I need you to drive.” Brock growls with his command, his hand bloody from where he puts pressure on the stab wound with the knife still lodged in. I wish I would’ve gotten him a little higher. Ensured he wouldn’t be procreating anytime soon. But alas, the universe has always been against me.
I duck and meet Vance’s charge. But instead of trying to plow him down, I drop to the cement, tripping him. He slides across the driveway, hollering as he suffers road rash. I hop to my feet, my head spinning. I push through the dizziness and turn around. The palace isn’t that far away, but I’m sure Vance can outrun me. And then there’s Holly. I spot her blond hair blowing from the open back door.
I dash toward the car, my mind set before I can even think anything through. Brock holds his arms open, attempting to snatch me. I swing my fist and punch at the knife, dislodging it. I pray he bleeds out. I beg the universe to destroy him. He howls and drops to his knees, clutching his leg. I jump into the driver’s seat and put the car in gear, stomping the throttle. It’s been forever since I’ve driven, but my panic turns my movements automatic. I don’t even bother closing the doors as I peel forward, sending white smoke and the scent of burning rubber through the air.
I hit the brakes, sending Holly rolling to the floor. It’s enough to pull her from her unconscious state, the drugs not lasting long. Maybe because we didn’t eat very much. Maybe because we are damn lucky. Regardless, if I can get her mobile, we can get to the panic room. There, no one can get us. I know the back way. We can just go through the door, and it’ll lock behind us.
“Holly, can you hear me? I need you to brace yourself. We’ve been drugged and kidnapped. Please try to get it together. They’re after us still.” I jam the gear into reverse and look over my shoulder, stomping the gas pedal again, aiming to run over the fucking bastards before they can get us again. It’s the best weapon I have at my disposal, and I will not let them take me away. I’ve been through too much to have to deal with this again. The king will not have won. He’s going to regret ever betraying us like this...if he’s even alive.
With the thought of King Winston comes the memory of the gunshot. Fuck. What if these bastards went after my guys?
Shit. Terror courses through me.
A shout echoes through the air, and I scream as Brock tries to grab the door. I jerk the wheel, knocking into him enough to get him to let go. I glance in the rearview mirror and tense at the sight of Vance aiming a gun. Something pings off the metal, and I hunch down, tears blurring my eyes.
This can’t be happening. This has to be a nightmare. Why is it that we keep facing one threat after another? We can’t just have our peace to take care of each other.
“Kinsey?” Holly’s soft voice tugs me from my panic. “Check the glove compartment. People like this always keep spare weapons.”
She’s right. There’s no way these two alphas would come into another territory and face the leaders of one of the Pack Regimes without enough arsenal to ensure they could get out alive if things went down.
I smack my hand to the dashboard until the glove compartment pops open. I spot the handle of a small gun and pull it out. I don’t know much about shooting, so I carefully hand it to Holly. She’s been trained by her brothers. I just hope she’s clearheaded enough to use it.
Vance continues to shoot at us. I realize he’s not trying to kill us. He’s trying to force the car to stop by either popping a tire or just breaking it. My nerves twist my stomach, and I clutch the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white. Grinding my teeth, I keep low, maneuvering the vehicle back and forth in a zigzag pattern, shaking us. I can’t make it easy on him. He doesn’t seem like the type to give up either.
Silence fills the air as he stops shooting. It makes things worse for my anxiety. I stretch my neck to peer over my shoulder, catching sight of him. He’s out of bullets, but he pulls out another weapon from a holster under his jacket.
