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“It doesn’t matter,” one of the men snaps. “You are coming with us, sweetheart.”
The largest of the men moves forward and grabs my wrists, tying them together with a cable tie before I can fight.
I squirm, attempting to get to my feet, but he lifts me off of them as if I weigh nothing.
“You can thank your husband for this. We need collateral to ensure he doesn’t get in our way.”
I shake my head. “I don’t understand.”
“You don’t need to understand. Frank, carry her out to the van.”
I kick out and manage to land my foot in his crotch, making him double over and drop me. It’s almost impossible to keep my balance as I try to run toward the door, unsure how exactly I’m going to open it, when one of the other men grabs me and yanks me back against him.
I shudder at the proximity of him as he molds his chest to my back. “Be careful, sweetheart. Frank gets turned on when a woman fights.” He nips the lobe of my ear with his teeth, making my stomach roll with sickness. “In fact, we all do.” That’s when I feel the hardness of his erection against my ass and my whole body turns stiff. “Please, don’t—”
“Silence,” he growls. “Now this is going to go one of two ways. Either you stop fighting and come with us and you won’t get hurt…at least not yet. Or you fight and see what it’s like to be taken by three men at once.”
I purse my lips closed in pure terror at the prospect and give him one nod. “I’ll come with you.”
“I thought you might.” He sighs heavily. “Shame, I would have loved to fuck you.”
The other two men laugh, but all I feel is queasy as he pushes me out of the door and toward the elevator. We ride it all the way down to the lowest parking level and he pushes me out, guiding me toward a black van.
There’s a man inside the van who opens the back and the man behind me pushes me inside, slamming me into the metal floor so hard that I’m surprised my nose doesn’t break.
I shuffle as best I can to one side but can’t sit up.
“Stay down and don’t move.” Suddenly, everything goes black as they stick a hood over my head. It only heightens the terror spiking through my veins as I remain as stiff as a board, wondering how I’m going to get out of this.
My mind is racing with questions, none of which I can ask unless I want to be violated by these men. A shiver courses down my spine as I remember how my skin crawled just being touched by one of them.
Does this have something to do with the pedophile ring Isiah is trying to bring down? And if so, does that mean my father is behind my kidnapping?
I can’t recognize any of the voices as my father’s men, but you never know. He has hundreds of men on the payroll who I’ve never met.
“What time are we meeting them at Red Cove Country Club?” one of them asks.
I freeze, as Isiah mentioned, that is the club where he was headed tonight for the auction to bring those motherfuckers down once and for all.
“Nine o’clock. It gives them enough time to finish off the leaders and then we come in with the leverage.”
A man laughs a deep laugh. “That British son of a bitch will either do as he’s told or watch while fifty men fuck his wife.”
The blood in my veins runs cold as I realize they’re talking about Isiah. He had mentioned he hated trusting people he didn’t know to help him with this, and that he was unsure about the guys Jane had brought in. And it turns out, his intuitions was right.
“I’m hoping it’s the latter. The bait is hot as fuck. I’d stick my cock in her ass and see how well she takes it.”
Rage simmers to life in my veins, these men are fucking disgusting. And as I lie on the dirty, cold floor of the van, I can’t help but wonder what is more important to Isiah. I’ve seen his reaction to men flirting with me and it’s damn right animalistic, but what happens if I come between him getting his revenge on my father? What is more important to him?
The van suddenly takes a sharp turn, slamming me into something hard on my right. I try to move, but it’s impossible with my hands bound behind my back.
“We’re here, boys.”
The engine turns off and I can feel the blood draining from my body at the thought of being used by these men. As I am dragged out of the van, all I can think about is Isiah.
Suddenly, I feel two hands grab my jacket and yank me out of the back of the van, forcing me to my feet. “Move. Now,” a man barks.
I move my feet as I’m dragged along by these men, unable to see where I’m going. And then they stop and I hear the fumble of keys.
