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“I’m getting close though, so don’t worry, Rickie. I’ll have her to you soon enough. Served on a silver platter.”
“Alive. Even if barely. I don’t give a shit what you do to her to get her to me, just make sure she’s breathing.”
This truly is the most disgusting phone call I have ever overheard in my life. I feel dirty even listening to it, but I do need to carry on hearing it because I’m certain knowledge is power in this situation.
“Right, well I will be in touch soon, Rickie. When I have anything for you, you’ll be the first to know.”
“You know the paycheck will be good for this, Hudson. Don’t let me down.”
As the call ends, I click off the recording, but I know those words will stick with me for a very long time.
Those men cannot get anywhere near Emma, and that is the end of it.
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EMMA
I tuck my legs underneath myself, getting comfy on the couch while I sip my cocoa and watch Owen flick nut shells on the floor.
I don’t know what the hell is wrong with him, but he’s all sexy when he’s grumpy like this. I can’t take my eyes off him, which is… well, unhelpful.
Unhelpful because my head isallover the place.
Looking at this man is confusing. Hot as he is, he’s also alotolder than me. Plus, I still don’t know what the hell he’s doing with me here. It doesn’t really make any sense, and he won’t tell me a damn thing.
I sigh heavily as my eyes lower underneath the coffee table, eventually finding a stack of board games. I’m not really the biggest lover of games, but how else are we going to pass the evening? Especially since Owen isn’t talking.
At all.
“You wanna play?” I ask him as I pull out the first box. “These must be your games, right?”
He darts his eyes my way for less than a second. “Yeah, from when I was a kid.”
I roll my eyes. “Well, should we play one now? Unless you want to do something fun, like maybe go out for the night? We could go to a bar or something.”
He shoots me a side-eyed glare.
“Oh, so it’s okay foryouto spend the whole night out, having fun, but not me?”
“You know why you can’t leave.”
I throw my hands in the air in frustration. “Actually, I don’t. You tell me nothing.”
“It’s to keep you safe.”
I roll my eyes again.
Safe, sure.
“I don’t feel safe here at all,” I grumble back. “And the longer I spend stuck here, getting in my head, the less safe I feel.”
“Fine,” he huffs in a very unpleasant manner. “Whatever. Let’s play.”
I could keep this argument going to see where it leads, but I think Owen has been keeping his distance from me a little—like he doesn’t really trust himself around me.
That’s a real shame.
I don’t want him to trust himself around me.
