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I continue to stumble in the darkness until my foot falls into a hole and twists. I can't help the cry of pain that leaves my lips.
“Fuck!” He swears under his breath as he turns and catches me before I fall down.
I whimper at the pain shooting up from my foot, surprised whenever the big man kneels at my feet and inspects my injury. I wince whenever he touches my ankle.
“Sprained,” he murmurs as he looks up at me as if this is all my fault.
Before I can say a word, he's swooping me up into his arms and cradling me against his chest as he continues on his dogged path.
I clutch my hands into his shirt instinctively. The scent of his spicy cologne wraps around me.
Neither of us speaks. I'm internally cursing myself because now that my ankle is sprained, it's definitely going to slow me down if I ever see a chance to escape.
I stare up at my captor, studying his strong jawline and the fullness of his lips. His face is all hard lines. He looks like he's permanently grumpy—like a big grizzly bear.
His eyes flicker down to me when he feels my gaze on him. When I don’t look away, his mouth presses into a thin line. “Not a word,” he warns me before we emerge out of the tunnels, and he carries me swiftly over to a black SUV that's idling off the side of the road.
He slides us into the backseat before he barks at the driver, “Drive!”
He doesn't lay me on the seat beside him. Instead, he keeps me cradled in his arms.
He looks down at me, and I stare up at him. His eyes glow an even more vibrant blue in the dim lighting of the car.
“Can I talk now?” I ask him.
He closes his eyes and takes in a measured breath before he lets it out incredulously. “Unbelievable,” he murmurs.
I ignore him and ask him the question that's burning in my mind. “What's your name?”
His eyes darken, and his lips press into that thin line again. “Christopher Gage.”
My heart palpitates so hard I'm surprised it doesn't burst out of my chest.
Oh shit.
CHAPTER3
Christopher
Her face paleswhen she hears my name, and I can't stop the wicked grin that tips the corner of my lips.
“I see you've heard of me, Marissa.” She doesn’t seem surprised at all that I know her name.
This is first time she hasn’t been itching to talk all night. “If I knew all I had to do to silence you was tell you my name, I’d have told you a long time ago,” I comment dryly.
Her eyes flash fire before she states defiantly, “If I had known who you were, I never would have spoken to you at all.”
I arch an eyebrow down at her. “Is that so?” I feign hurt. “Why? I've done nothing to you.”
“You're kidnapping me right now,” she grits out.
“Oh yeah, that's right.” I smile down at her.
“What do you want with me?” she asks as she turns her little nose in the air.
I study her. She’s like this fierce little kitten. Amazingly, she doesn't seem to be afraid of me. She’s not exhibiting any of the normal reactions people usually do when they're kidnapped. Not that I make a habit of kidnapping women or anything. In fact, this is my first time, but I digress.
Since she knows my name, she likely already knows what I want. My territory back from her father.
