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“Switch cars. I want to use your trunk,” I tell Luca.
“I don’t want her clawing up my shit like she did your face,” he gripes like a big-ass baby, but I do have to say my fucking face stings like a motherfucker.
“I have the emergency blankets in the Rover. Load them nicely in the back and come on. I don’t want anyone seeing me carry her like this.” I toss water on her face before we leave the apartment, and she hisses at me. Fuck, she’s like a feisty cat.
Luca gives me a disapproving look, but it’s only because he’s afraid of his trunk getting fucked up. I’ll pay for the repair if it does. My woman is a bit rough around the edges, and it only makes me love her even more. I thought she would be my opposite, but I’m learning we are very much alike.
“See ya later, Officer Nick. Just remember that I’ll report you if anything happens to my woman. In fact, I think I’ll report you anyway,” I say, walking out of the apartment with my woman’s ankles and wrists zip tied.
Tossing my sweet woman in the car while she lunges at me like a demented kitty, I do my best not to chuckle at how cute she looks. I do feel awful for having to tie her up, but what am I supposed to do? She would have harmed herself. The drive is a short one and with the lack of traffic, it will be even shorter.
A loud bang comes from inside the building, taking us by surprise. It’s the sound of a gunshot. Strange. It was too sudden for us to see if there was a muzzle flash, but I can already guess which apartment it came from.
Chapter Six
January
A bump in the road shocks me awake from this hazy, strange state, and I find myself in a dark space. Panic sets in quickly and I start shouting, banging around. “Let me out.”
“Calm down,” comes a muffled voice. It takes me a moment to recognize it as Enrico’s.
This motherfucking asshole. He’s going to pay for tossing me in the trunk. I can’t even believe he did that. I was only teasing about running away, but the damn man took me at my word. Now, the prick has me bundled up in a cushioned trunk that smells too clean.
Really? I’m not going to punch him in the balls. No, I’m going to find another way to make him pay. I wonder what I can do. All I know is he’s asking for it, and I’m sure as fuck going to give it to him. I hiss and shout, hoping someone hears me. He’s stopped and talking to someone so damn calmly as if he doesn’t have me in the trunk.
I’m going to kill him.
“Let me out, you fucking asshole,” I shout again, hoping whoever he’s speaking to can hear me and are willing to help me. Unfortunately, they’re useless because he starts driving away from those pricks. They’re probably one of the many thugs that work with him and so I’m just screwed.
The vehicle comes to a complete stop, and then he has the nerve to say, “Time to let the terror out.” The terror? I’m the terror? He’s my freaking kidnapper if he has forgotten.
As soon as he opens the trunk, I’m on him like a rabid damn animal. “Asshole.” I bang on his chest, but he quickly grabs my wrists.
“Fuck, not again, baby girl.”
That’s when I see his face. “What happened to you?” He looks like he’s been mauled by a cat.
“Sweetheart, you don’t remember it, but let’s just say we had a little problem with your landlord’s cop buddy.”
It comes back to me. We stopped back at the apartment to find a cop rummaging through our things. “Oh my God—I did this to you, didn’t I?”
“Yes. He blew some fucking ketamine in your face. You were tripping. I had to dump you in the trunk so you didn’t scratch me anymore.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay, baby. The doctor’s already here, waiting to see you.” He takes my legs and wraps them around his waist, and I feel terribly guilty about the cuts on his face so I brush my lips along his ruddy cheeks.
“I’m so sorry.”
“Relax. You’ve already got me hard as hell with your tight little body against mine.”
“Oh, oops.”
“Don’t apologize again. Just relax. I need you to be taken care of before you hurt yourself or before I fucking forget my manners and fuck you against the side of the damn house. You don’t need to add brick burns to your injuries.”
“Do you really have any manners?”
“You know, only June thinks I’m nice.”
“You’ve hung out with June?” I can’t hide my jealousy and it’s stupid, but it’s sitting at the top of my throat and beating in my heart.
