Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 109086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Who would shoot at us with a silencer?
Two men. Two men just shot at us.
I . . . I was trying to have that make sense, but no plausible explanation was coming to me.
Jake knelt down over the guy and looked around. Who was he looking for? His gaze skimmed over me, hardening for a second, before continuing his scan.
There was no one else on the street.
Was that odd? I didn’t know. It’d been late when we left the diner. I had no clue what time it was.
Jake rolled him over and pulled off the ski mask.
Then he cursed. It was a fierce whisper, but I heard it and he looked back at me. His eyes were stark.
I started shaking, because I don’t know. A bodily reaction? Something else I could control?
I might be verging on some hysterical thinking again.
Jake got up, holstering his gun as he came to me. “Get up.” He touched my arm.
I didn’t. I kept shaking, hugging my legs to my chest as hard as I could. I did that instead.
Jake bit out a curse, kneeling in front of me. “The game just changed. I need you to come with me.”
I shook my head. Nope. I was just fine where I was. If I stayed here, maybe no one would try shooting at me for a third time. I changed my mind about Jake too. I was good. I didn’t need any of whatever that was between us.
“I’m good here.”
“No,” he clipped out, now cold again.
Twice.
We’d been shot at twice.
I glared at him. “Who are you?”
I almost died today. Two times.
I kept shaking.
Jake cursed again, standing up. He moved, and he moved fast, so fast I didn’t have time to react. He scooped me up and had me in his truck before I could fight him.
“Wha—no!” I tried kicking at him.
He dodged my feet, and I heard a click click as something plastic wrapped around my wrists.
Horrified, I looked down. He’d zip-tied my wrists, and as I was processing that, he bent down at my feet.
Zip-zip.
“What? What are you doing?” I tried kicking him. I couldn’t because they were also zip-tied. “Whatareyoudoing?” I had officially lost it. “You’re not a cop. You can’t arrest me. Or detain me. This is illega—arghmph.”
I belted out a scream, but it was muffled as he wrapped a shirt around me, stuffing it into my mouth. He tightened it again so I couldn’t spit it out.
“Yeah, sweetheart. That’s the point.” He straightened up, checked me over and pushed me so I was lying down. I was struggling by now, squirming around, trying to kick him.
Nothing. All to no avail because as I was doing that, he wrapped seat belts around me, basically hog-tying me in place.
I couldn’t move one bit.
He shut the door, disappearing.
A few minutes later, he returned, opened the back, and something was tossed into it.
Something heavy.
My eyes bulged out, and I tried screaming again.
I only needed one guess to figure out what that was. A dead body.
Oh my god.
Oh my god.
I was panicking.
I was starting to hyperventilate.
Everything was all . . . ugh. I had no idea, but as Jake got behind the wheel, started the engine, and drove away, I knew one thing.
He was kidnapping me!
Chapter Ten
Sawyer
I woke, tied to a bed, and instant anger boiled in me.
I was about to lose my mind. Kidnapped! I was freaking kidnapped. What the hell? I didn’t come to New York City for this. To be in a freaking Taken storyline.
And I had liked Jake. I’d been attracted to him.
I had legit lost my mind.
Kidnapped. I still couldn’t believe it.
“Ahhhh! Let me out of here! You asshole.” I struggled, but my wrists were tied to the bedposts. I could talk, and my legs were left free, so yay for that. I could do windmills in the air above me, but that was it. I didn’t think he’d climb on top of me so I could . . . There was a thought.
I’d been ready to let loose with another scream, but I quieted, now thinking.
Headlights flashed through the windows. Tires moved over gravel as a vehicle approached the cabin.
I had no idea how long I’d been here. He hadn’t said anything to me as we were driving, but I knew we weren’t in the city anymore. We pulled up to some cabin. I got a glimpse when he carried me inside. He asked if I needed to go to the bathroom, and yes. Of course. I’d downed three cups of coffee after the shooting and two before the first one. My bladder was screaming, but he wouldn’t let me go to the bathroom alone, so I couldn’t do anything. When I was done, he tied me to the posts. Again.
He took off after that, and eventually I fell asleep.
Every muscle in my body ached, and I needed to go to the bathroom again.