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As we step outside, Kyson’s leaning against my car.
“Fuck!” I grumble.
He stares us down as we approach.
“I need you to do me a favor,” I tell her.
“What?”
“Distract him.” I discreetly point to Kyson.
“How?”
“I don’t care. And give me the keys to your car.” She hands them to me, and I give her mine. I watch as she saunters up to him, but he pays no attention to her. As soon as Louise is in front of him, she tries blocking his view, but his eyes never stray from me. She glances back at me as I near her car, which is parked a few spots in front of mine.
Shrugging, she turns back to him and lifts her skirt. I see her ass in plain view, and his eyes fall to what’s below—she isn’t wearing panties, and Kyson notices. I want to laugh, but instead, I climb into her car and start it. When I look up, I see him stalking my way, so I quickly pull out and take off, flipping him off. And as I speed by, he yells something at me. When I check the rearview mirror, I see Louise laughing as he passes her on his way to his car.
Putting my focus back on the road, I know what will get Zuko’s attention.
And he may not like it.
But fuck him.
He chose not to listen to me, and payback is always a bitch.
And that bitch is me.
TWENTY-SEVEN
Zuko
“What do you mean,you lost her?” I growl into the phone.
“Well, she ran the first time, and I found her. Then…” Kyson trails off.
“Then what?” I snap.
“Well, she got her friend to distract me. She’s looking for you.”
“She won’t find me,” I tell him. “Butyoubetter fucking findher.”
“I’m not your personal babysitter,” he yells. “You should have asked Kenzo.”
“No, I asked you. So go, do your job, andfindher.”
“I’m not getting paid enough for this,” he grumbles.
“I’m not paying you at all. Just do it.”
He hangs up, and I look over to Sarah, who is starting to wake up. My legs are crossed as I sit on the recliner directly across from where she’s tied to a chair in the middle of her living room. She blinks a few times as if she can’t believe what’s happening.
She better believe it.
She starts to scream, but I already have a rag stuffed in her mouth, so nothing comes out but muffled sounds. I sit calmly, watching her. When she finally stops screaming, realizing it’s not getting her anywhere, she starts to pull against the restraints.
Again, getting nowhere.
When she finally settles and her breathing becomes heavier, I stand and pull the rag from her mouth.
