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“You’ll open up soon enough.” Keeping her face turned away, she sighs and wipes away her tears.
Ignoring her for now, I look at the GPS on my phone. We are about an hour from where we need to be.
* * *
“Get out.”I look at the woman who’s been the only subject in my mind for almost fifteen years.
“No.” Her voice is soft and hoarse from yelling earlier. Those strong brown eyes glare at me, and I feel the stirring of my cock in my pants. I smirk.
“Well, even better then.” I take hold of her right arm and pull her along behind me.
“Let me go.” Even though she has no idea who we are or what I have planned for her, Crucinda still demands as if she has no fear.
Turning around, I slap her. It only makes her close her eyes. I didn’t get the reaction I wanted, but that’s alright.Soon enough, I remind myself. “You seem to think you’re in a position of power.”
Keeping my grip on her wrist, I squeeze hard and growl in frustration. “You aren’t. Now, you can move on your own, or I can put you in a duffle bag.”
“No.” Simple, easy does it for her, it seems.
No anger or any other emotion.
Why isn’t she turning into the killer my father insisted she was?
My brothers come up behind her as we stand outside the van, staring at one another in a standoff. “Fine.” I nod my head to my brothers, and they hold her arms. This gets a reaction out of her.
A smirk tips up one side of my mouth as she struggles. Pulling the rope out of the van, I make a noose and put it around her thrashing head. Joey pulls his gun on her when she bites him.
“Fucking hell.” He cocks his gun and puts it against Crucinda’s temple. “Be still. Or die. I don’t give a fuck what my brother wants to do to you. I’ll end your fucking life right now.”
She pales and stands up straight, trying to avoid angering Joey further. Bending down to tie the rope along her waist and place her wrists behind her back, I get a view of her ass. I wasn’t planning to touch her sexually, but that may change.
“I’m glad you were smart enough to stop messing around when Joey pulled his gun.” Whispering in her ear, I tell her my thoughts. “You know, I was going to torture you, but after getting a good look at that sweet ass of yours, I might need to dip my dick in you first.”
A deep gasp leaves her lips, but she doesn’t step away from me or try to act out. Her behavior has me so damn confused.
“What, you aren’t going to try to fight us?”
“You have guns. I’m not stupid enough to try to run or fight you.” Crucinda says this as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Irritation runs through me as John bites his lip to keep from laughing. Joey stands there, like a good soldier, with his gun trained at her head.
“Leave us, brothers.” Taking the rope, I turn to them. “Don’t contact me. I’ll contact you.” They nod as I take my pack from the van and pull the rope to make Crucinda follow me.
“Keep up.” It’s the only warning I give her as I move along the trail to my cabin. It’s a three-mile hike, and I expect Crucinda won’t be able to make it halfway.
The first mile goes as planned. Me having to slow down only twice to yank Crucinda to keep going. By mile two, she’s lagging, and I’m getting angrier by the step.
Four
I’m doingeverything I can to keep my wits about me. High heels in rough terrain are a bad idea. I’m not going barefoot, though. Even if my feet are killing me from this hike, being barefoot seems like the worst option. The further we get from civilization, the worse my chances of surviving are. It would be futile to fight. Boris and Jasper taught me how to defend myself, but they also taught me to never fight when guns are involved. Sure, I could push this maniac down, but I would go down with him. He’s tied the rope onto his belt.
Nope, no running for me. I’m going to bide my time and get away when I can. Well, if that is even possible. The man is walking like a fire is coming, and I can’t keep up.
“Can you slow down?” I keep my voice haughty as if this whole thing is beneath me. It’s stupid, but I refuse to beg for anything.
He doesn’t even turn around to look at me. “No, now keep up.” My question seems to have irked him because instead of slowing down, he picks up speed.
My foot catches on a branch, and I go down. Without my hands to balance me, I’m super ungraceful about it. “Ow.” Closing my eyes as my ankle throbs, I try hard not to cuss and make a scene. Something deep inside me tells me this man would love to see me throw a fit.
