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FUCK! Why has he taken me? What does he want with me? Who is his daughter? Does she want revenge on me or Vincent or both? I never hurt anyone’s daughter? Have I?
What about Melinda and Maria?My mind whispers. I try to shift myself in the backseat to see if I can see more of his profile. Is it possible that this is Melinda’s or Maria’s dad? Has he come to pay me back for hurting his daughter?
Maybe it’s Melinda’s dad? After all, Vincent was the one to strangle her to death. Perhaps this is her dad, bent on revenge. That would make sense as to why he wants to hurt me too. I wasn’t the nicest person to her.Nicest person? Are you for real?My mind questions. Okay, so I was an awful cunt to her.
I still can’t make out more than his partial side profile, and that doesn’t tell me whether he’s Melinda’s dad or not. Fuck, this man is more than likely going to hurt me. Maybe he won’t torture me as sadistically as Vincent, but I doubt he’s taking me for a drive just to scare me. I heard the gunshot; I’m pretty sure he shot Trevor back there and he ran us off the road. He went to a lot of trouble to capture me. I don’t think this was just because I bullied his daughter a bit.No, this guy wants something.
I bend my head, moving further into the shadows and trying to work at the knots on my hands with my teeth. I keep at it for what feels like hours and hundreds of miles. Until my teeth ache and my jaw is sore. I haven’t been able to loosen one of the knots yet, and puke is rising again in my throat.
I must have dozed off for a bit; my head is still pounding. I’m pretty sure I have a concussion from smacking the windshield when we were run off the road and then when he hit me. It’s completely dark outside the windows, with not a light in sight other than the ones from the stars. How long was I out? How far are we now from Casbury? Do they know that I’m missing? Has someone realized that Trevor and I left the property?Fuck I hope so.
I’m just about to demand answers again when he maneuvers the pickup down a long dark driveway encased on both sides by thick trees and foliage. The darkness feels like it’s trying to get its claws into me. My heart rate speeds up, and my mind screams at me to do something. “Where are you taking me?” Wherever he is taking us, I might never leave that place.
He ignores me, but the trees start to clear a bit. I can see a dark structure up ahead through the windshield. As we approach, I see a small cabin in the woods, the headlights briefly lighting it up. The structure is cast in shadows, but the moonlight illuminates it enough that I can see the rough shape of a pitched roof with a low porch around the front.
Every horror movie I have ever watched about a cabin in the woods runs through my brain and causes my heart rate to skyrocket. I’m going to die out here. The blonde always fucking dies first!Good thing you’re naturally a brunette, then, my mind snickers at my irrational fear.
“You go ahead and scream all you want out here, princess. There isn’t another soul for two hundred miles.” He states with amusement as he pulls up to the front of the cabin. He parks the pickup near the front porch and then gets out of the vehicle, coming around the back passenger door and opening it. His face is completely shielded from me by darkness and only the whites of his eyes and teeth are light in the otherwise dense blackness.
I struggle in the bindings to pull myself further away from his grip. He tries to grab onto my leg to pull me out, and I use all the strength I have left to kick at him with both feet in the chest, pushing him back a step.
“You really are a difficult little bitch, aren’t ya?” he grabs onto both of my ankles and drags me across the seats and out the pickup door. When he manages to get me out, he swings me over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold and slams the door—turning and heading towards the porch.
I sway back and forth, making my head pound and my stomach nauseous. I try my hardest to hit him repeatedly with my tied-up arms, but it’s like he doesn’t even feel the impact. He’s massive with broad shoulders, and I can feel all the hard-packed muscle underneath his clothes.
The air around us is cold, with a biting wind that suggests we may be at a higher altitude. The clean, fresh air doesn’t have a hint of brine to it, so I know we are far from the ocean. It’s so utterly silent out here. I can hear his footsteps breaking twigs as he walks. There are no calls from birds or other creatures. We are entirely alone out here in the middle of nowhere.
If I can’t get out of here, my only hope is that he kills me quickly. I don’t think I could survive what June, Mateo or Theo has been through. I wouldn’t be able to live with my broken mind if he raped me repeatedly.
Shut the fuck up! My mind yells. I need to stay sharp and focused on a way out of this situation. I can’t give up. I can’t be weak now; no matter what happens to me, I must be strong. I must continue fighting to get free and back to my family. The knowledge that Stella will burn the whole world to find me fills me with a shard of hope.
What about the kings? Will they search for me when they discover that I’m gone.Why would they bother?They hate me now that they know I’m Amelia Hamilton. Besides, I sent that text message to Raegan; no one will suspect that I haven’t run off with my tail tucked between my legs to avoid the hurt the kings were putting me through.
They will only figure out something is wrong when Trevor and the wrecked vehicle are discovered. Then the alarm will go off that the Stratford princess has been taken. My grandmother will wage war to get me back, and when she discovers the reason for me leaving my property to begin with, I fear what she will do to the kings in retribution.
Fuckhead climbs up the two steps to the porch, and I hear the electronic lock of the door opening. It makes a sharp beeping sound, and then we are moving forward, my head bouncing against his upper back. I squirm until he finally puts me down. He releases me so suddenly that I lose my balance instantly and fall on my ass to the floor with no way to brace for impact.
“Fuck, you asshole! That hurt!” I scream up at him from the wood floor. The hard impact on my ass and back is still stinging. Tears fill my eyes, but I fight them back, refusing to give this guy any sign of weakness. I hear him mumble to himself about divas, and then he slams the door, and the same electronic beep sounds.Shit, he’s locked us in.
He moves past me further into the space, and then a bright light blinds me. I turn away and raise my bound hands to try to block it out until I focus properly. Once the light is no longer causing my brain to shout in extreme pain. I survey my surroundings. It’s a small rustic cabin, the walls all made of timber and the furniture all pine and leather. A cowhide is on the ground, acting as an area rug, and a couple of deer heads are mounted on the walls. Shit, it’s a hunter’s cabin, and this guy is hunting one thing right now…me.
A noise captures my attention and my head turns to the far corner of the room. There’s a door partially shut and a thumping and whimpering noise is coming from that direction. Oh my God, I am not the only one he has captured. Someone else is in here with us. “Who else is here? What have you done?”
Fear skates up my body, what if he has taken one of the guys? I try to push myself back to my knees, ready to headbutt him and cause as much damage as my confined limbs will allow.
I turn my glare back at him, prepared to cuss him the fuck out for his mistreatment and for kidnapping me, but what greets my sight has the words trapped in my throat. I can’t fucking breathe looking at him.Oh my god! This can’t be.This is one of my worst nightmares. This can’t be right, can it?
He stands there tall, staring down at me with an arrogant look on his broad face. He’s enormous with wide shoulders and tree trunks for legs, dressed in black jeans and a thick black hoodie. The baseball cap has been pushed back so I can see more of his facial features. He has high cheekbones covered in brown and gray whiskers, a thick pink bottom lip, and a thinner top lip, currently rocking a scowl. Dark brown bushy eyebrows are raised questioningly over blue eyes with just a hint of green. I watch as amusement crawls across his face at my horror.
Eyes that I am intimately familiar with because I see them every single time I look in the mirror. “James?” The name leaves my trembling lips. Is it really him? Am I seeing things? My body trembles like I’m a little girl once again. My heart is pounding so quickly in my chest that it’s causing me to feel light-headed. I can’t breathe, my mind struggling to process who is in front of me.
“Don’t you mean daddy?”
The end
