Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
She glanced back at the screen and muttered to herself, “Did all my appointments cancel?”
Trish shrugged. “Maybe the calendar app is glitching.”
Weird. It had never glitched before.
But also strange was the fact she usually booked her first appointment of the day fifteen minutes after unlocking the front door, and no one, not one person, had come in to see her yet, calendar glitch or not.
The bell over the front door rang, but before she could turn to see if it was one of her clients coming in for their now non-existent appointment, something was pulled over her head and someone else was pinning her arms to her side in a tight hug.
Holy shit! “Let me go!”
The same thing had happened to Kyra recently! Were the Russos taking her to give Zeke another message?
But why her? What the hell was going on?
“Let me go!” she shrieked again and tried to stomp on the foot of whoever was holding her. Unfortunately, she missed.
What sounded like a disguised voice ordered, “Let’s go!” and she was jerked toward the door.
No! Her mother had been kidnapped long before Lyric was born and had been tortured—and worse—by a rival MC. This couldn’t be history repeating itself!
“Call my dad!” she yelled, struggling against whoever held her.
But why weren’t her employees helping? Or at least reacting? Were they being kidnapped, too?
She couldn’t hear any of her employees or sounds of a struggle. Did they all run out the back door like cowards? She at least hoped they’d contact her father. Or hell, anyone in the DAMC.
Even better, the damn police.
Her wrists were quickly bound with some kind of soft cloth, possibly a scarf or bandana, and what she thought was a tan pillow case was tugged more securely over her head.
A pillow case didn’t seem to be very professional. And wouldn’t kidnappers use flex cuffs to bind her wrists instead of something like a bandana?
None of what was happening made sense. “Who are you? You’re making a bad mistake. One you’re going to regret if you don’t release me immediately. Trish!” The last she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Her heart did a somersault when Trish answered, “Don’t fight them, Lyric! I’ll contact Crow!”
What? Don’t fight them?
“Grab the license plate info!” she yelled while being shoved out the door and into a vehicle parked directly in front of the shop. In a no parking zone at that!
Where the hell was Shadow Valley PD? They should be ticketing a vehicle illegally parked; especially one being used for a kidnapping.
Her father was the most Zen person she knew, but this would make him flip his lid. Whoever was taking her was making a huge mistake.
She was placed between two other people on a bench seat. After hearing the slam of a sliding van door, she heard nothing else except for the engine and road noise. Not one occupant said a word, so it was impossible to identify them.
She was so screwed right now.
She had no idea where they were going. No idea who they were. No idea the reasoning behind all of this.
“Where are we going? Who are you? Why are you doing this? Do you know who my father is?”
She frowned when she heard a soft snort, and her fear immediately turned to anger.
Did they think her questions were funny?
She kept bombarding her kidnappers with an onslaught of them, even knowing she wouldn’t get any answers. Her main goal was to be a thorn in their sides.
She tried to work her hands free of the cloth binding her wrists, but no matter how much she twisted and pulled, she failed. Damn it!
The van made several turns before slowing down and stopping. All the doors opened and she was pulled out and onto her feet.
The bag was suddenly yanked off her head and she could finally see again.
Only, what she saw was a bunch of beaming faces surrounding her.
She blinked. What the hell? Was this a joke?
Her hands were freed next.
She turned in place to see all the DAMC women circled around her. At least the ones who were single, except for Lily, Piper, and Scarlet, of course. Even an off-duty Laney was there in civilian clothes. That meant Shadow Valley PD had most likely been notified about the illegal parking and fake kidnapping ahead of time so they didn’t come flying in with their party lights on and guns drawn.
Even so…
They had lost their damn minds! Her eyes flicked to the sign above the business’s door.
Shadow Valley Spa and Wellness.
Wait.
Lyric’s gaze dropped to her closest friend and confidant.
“Happy birthday?” Avery sheepishly shrugged.
“Happy birthday!” all the women yelled before breaking out into the stupid birthday song.
Holy crap. It was her birthday! She was officially twenty-four-years old.
How could she have forgotten?
Apparently, it was easy when she’d been keeping her nose to the grindstone with a sole goal in mind.