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Livvy focused on one shape, trying to aim, but the bright purple negative image of the blast made him disappear. She pulled the trigger, heard a cry of pain, and turned the gun toward the other attacker.
Not fast enough.
A hand slammed down on her wrists, and the gun flew from her hands.
With no gun and an attacker at close range, it was time to fight. She wanted to go for the eyes but couldn’t see well enough, so she aimed at throat level and stepped into a punch.
The assailant brushed it aside and grabbed her arm, spinning her around and wrapping her up tight. Instep and groin were her next targets, but as she lifted a leg to crush her assailant’s foot, the other man stepped in front of her, swept her legs out from under her, and lifted her into the air.
“You hit?” the guy behind her called over the house alarm.
“My arm. I’ll live.”
The men hurried around the bed as she writhed and tried to pull an arm or leg free, but they were too strong. Neither of them said a word.
They made it to the hole in the wall where her picture window used to be. The man holding her feet let go and leaped out. The other guy shifted quickly and wrapped his arms tightly around her, pinning her arms to the side. Livvy dug her fingernails into her captor’s arms and slammed her heel against his shin.
“Stop it, Livvy,” the man growled in her ear. The voice was empty and echoey, but the ringing was subsiding. “I’m finally here for you. We will marry and make babies.”
“Treven?” The horror of his awful voice and his body pressed against hers made her temporarily weak. It couldn’t be him. It wasn’t possible. He was in prison.
A banging at her front door was louder than the alarms. Shots followed, then pounding footsteps. Hope spiked. The officers would come for her.
But her dresser was in front of her door.
“Go out back,” she screamed, but she had no idea if they heard her over the alarm. She prayed desperately for help.
“Let’s go, love.” Treven lifted her off her feet and shoved her through the hole in the wall and into the other man’s waiting arms.
Livvy punched and kicked him, aiming for his arms, not sure which one she’d hit with the bullet. The man cursed and relaxed his grip on her. Her vision cleared a little more from the blast and adjusted to the darkness. She dug her fingernail into his eye, and he screeched and grabbed for it. Livvy used the opportunity to yank free and run for the backyard gate.
Treven dove out of the blasted wall and tackled her.
Livvy screamed as she hit the grass. More lights flashed in front of her eyes, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was in the middle of a war zone.
Treven ripped her to her feet. The neighbor’s backyard light flicked on, and she could clearly see Treven’s bluish-gray eyes and the face she’d once thought was attractive but now made her nauseous.
It was him.
Treven had escaped. It seemed impossible, yet he was right here in front of her. Cold chills racked her body. Her heart pounded against her rib cage. She thought she’d been terrified before, but none of the threats had anything on this surreal moment.
“Don’t fight me,” he said. “I don’t want to hurt the mother of my children.”
“Never!” she screamed.
Livvy would fight. She wouldn’t be a victim anymore.
Treven didn’t want to hurt her, but that was little consolation when two strong men were trying to kidnap her, one of them the depraved psycho who’d made her life a living purgatory for so many years. He was even smarter and stronger than she’d given him credit for to trick Jensen and somehow escape from prison.
“You’ll love every minute of it,” Treven growled in her ear. “The chief thought he could protect you with a couple lame officers, but I’m always a step ahead of him.”
The other man approached them.
The back patio door burst open, and a police officer raced down the patio stairs toward them.
Livvy elbowed Treven in the gut. He cried out in surprise and loosened his grip enough for her to chop both hands down hard on his forearms. He released her. She dodged away from him, racing for the police officer.
The man had his gun out and commanded from only a few feet away, “Get your hands up!”
