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If she had skimmed over the personal section for all those weeks she might have seen it. She had been so focused and sure that she would see headline news on her being a murder suspect that she had never contemplated the lengths he would go to.
Tears filled her eyes, and she blinked them away. Paul’s cell number was listed at the end of the ad. Those ten digits made her tears flow harder and faster.
The paper crumbled in her hand, and she threw the ball in the fire. Black smoke billowed from the burning trash, and she laughed sardonically at the image.
That was the story of her life: black and burning until there was nothing left. Part of her whispered that Paul wouldn’t be able to find her at the cabin, but the louder side of her said it was possible, especially when Paul was determined.
The fact he claimed she had a mental illness and others should be wary of her had a hysterical laugh leaving her. The bastard was a sociopath, and she vowed he would never have control of her life again.
She needed to speak with Thayer and Deacon, needed to tell them what was going on, to warn them. If she left now she could make it into town before she missed them.
Yes, she needed to leave now because who knew how soon Paul would come for her. Leaving them was not an option, not when she loved them. She stopped in her tracks and squeezed her eyes shut.
She loved them, so much it hurt at times. She had no doubt in her mind the Uncia brothers could handle themselves, but Paul was the very devil himself and wouldn’t stop, no matter what. That was why she needed to tell them the storm that was about to descend upon them all.
She raced to the door and grabbed her coat, purse, and the keys to her car. Memories of her night spent between Thayer and Deacon washed through her mind.
She let herself think about those times, about the soft moans, whispered words, and pleasure that brought her to the brink of heaven.
A fat tear slowly slid down her cheek and collected in the corner of her mouth. All she wanted was for things to be simple, but of course life didn’t work that way. Hard, body consuming sobs wracked her.
After she put her coat and boots on she gripped the door handle and felt the cold seep into her body. She threw the door open and came face-to-face with the epitome of evil.
Paul stood on the other side, his smile wide, his eyes filled with all kinds of crazy.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t my little whore.” He flicked his eyes behind her, and a scowl took up his expression. “I heard you’ve been shaking up with not one, but two men?”
He cocked an eyebrow at her.
“If you wanted two cocks I could have made that possible. Maybe shared you with some of my buddies?”
The way he said it left no doubt in her mind that the thought of him watching her with his friends excited him.
The sound of her blood rushing through her body was deafening as it filled her ears. Her car sat in the garage. If she could make it there she could lock the turns and try to make a run for it.
What she knew with certainty was if Paul got her in his car, she would not be able to escape. He would make sure that never happened again.
“Now, are you going to come home with me like a good girl, or do I have to drag you kicking and screaming?”
His grin had chills racing up her spine.
“Because I’ll tell you what, Jessa, the idea of you screaming turns me on.” He held his hand out for her, and she eyed it. Just the thought of touching him repulsed her.
She could see his SUV parked close to the garage. Slinging her bag over her shoulder, she slipped one of her hands into her coat pocket and felt her keys.
Jessa swallowed and placed her other hand in his. It took everything inside of her to keep the bile down.
“Good girl, Jessa.” His hand tightened on hers to the point that pain shot up her arm. “It’s lucky your little bastards aren’t here, sweet thing.” The way he grinned looked like a starving wolf in the darkness. “We’re going to deal with the little stunt you pulled before you left.
He raised his hand, and she flinched. His laugh was low and deadly. He brushed the pale hair away from his forehead, and she could see the nasty looking damage the fire poker delivered.
“You’re going to get punished for this, darlin’.” He pulled her forward so hard she stumbled and slipped on the slick ground.
It was hard to keep up with him, and when he opened the passenger door and shoved her in, she knew she couldn’t let this happen.
She didn’t fight him as he pushed her onto the seat, but she was ready to bolt as soon as he started walking around the front of the car.
The garage was behind them, and she had her keys in her hand. When he started to make his way around the car she knew this was her only chance. Adrenalin and endorphins pumping a mile a minute, Jessa threw open the door and ran to the garage.
