Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 87961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“A businessman.” I shrug, then take her by the arm to help her up. I place her against the wall. “You gonna stay there, right?”
“It’s not like I’m going anywhere,” she mumbles.
I take my shirt from the desk and pull it over my head, then dig my cell from my pocket and dial Marney’s number. As usual, he picks up on the first ring.
“Yeah?”
“That deal in Vanderbilt’s fucked up. I’ve got a damn hostage now, and what the fuck am I supposed to do with that?” I groan, my eyes locked on hers.
“A hostage?”
“Yeah, a fucking girl!” Hearing it out loud sends me into a sudden fit of rage. “Someone’s gonna fucking die!” I shout. I exhale in an effort to calm myself. “Call around and find out some more about this Euan kid for me. Tap his fucking line. I want to know everything about him down to what kind of lotion he uses when he jerks off, got it?”
“Yeah, sure thing,” he chuckles. “So, what you gonna do with the girl?”
“I don’t fucking know!”
“Well, have fun with that. I’ll let you know what I find out.” He hangs up the phone, and my eyes zero in on her swollen lip again.
I will fuck Richard up so bad for doing this. I take her by the shoulders and, without saying a word, turn her around, my gaze instantly falling to her bound wrists. The skin is red and raw, the flesh worn into the rope. Bastard. I quickly untie the knot and notice just how deeply the burns have cut into her fair skin.
She wiggles her fingers, working to get feeling back into her hands. “Thanks,” she mumbles.
I don’t know what the fuck to do with her, but she’s got to go somewhere besides here.
”Come on, then.” I reach for her arm to escort her to another room, and the next thing I know, her knee is coming at my balls. I jump back, bite down on my lip, and hiss in a breath. Fucking bitch! I catch both her arms in my hands, jerking her around as I pin them to her sides and slam her into the wall. She fights me, thrashing her entire body in a feeble attempt to get away.
Leaning into her, I place my nose inches from her ear. “Really?” I growl against her neck, as I press her against the wall. “Now, do you think that was a wise decision?”
“Let go of me!” she screams.
I force her harder into the wall. I’m using so much of my own body weight I doubt she can hardly breathe, much less move. “Not a chance,” I say, and push into her more, my thighs now firm against her ass. She gasps, and I keep my voice calm and low as I say, “I’m telling you, girl, it’s best not to test me.” She squirms and her body rubs over me in a way my cock can’t ignore. I back away an inch so she can’t feel that I’m slightly aroused by her.
“Please just let me go,” she begs. “You don’t have to do this. I won’t tell anyone. I won’t call the police. I promise.”
“I don’t trust anyone, not even pretty little blondes. And you know what usually happens to people I don’t trust that try to kick me in the balls?” My hold on her tightens, and I yank down on her arms. “They end up in a fucking body bag.”
She grunts and, without warning, drives an elbow into my stomach. To my surprise, she actually has some force behind it because it knocks the breath from me. That little stunt makes my hold on her let up, and she wiggles from my grasp, running for the door. I storm after her, my heart thrashing in my chest. When I catch up to her, I grab the ends of her long hair, yanking her head back so hard she stumbles and falls to the floor. I drag her back down the dark hallway, and she’s pitching a fit. Screaming, yelling; she’s clawing at my hands so hard that her nails are slicing through my knuckles.
“I’m gonna fucking kill Richard for this shit,” I grumble. She lets out a scream so shrill I’m certain only dogs can hear it, and I cringe. “You can’t just make things easy for me, can you?” I mumble as I plop down in the office chair and pull her onto my lap. “Had to go and make me act like an asshole.”
She’s still fighting me, slapping me, wiggling around. I manage to yank the drawer open despite her bucking like a rabid mule, and I fish out a zip tie. “Would you just fucking be still?”
She screams again, then I grab her by the waist, and in one swift movement, I lay her face down across my lap, wrapping one leg over her thighs to hold her there. “I don’t guess you’re gonna put your hands behind your back without a struggle, huh?” I ask, my tone dripping with sarcasm. She grabs onto the edge of the chair. I guess she thinks that’s going make it more difficult for me to get her hands? I just laugh and take both arms, bringing them behind her back. I fasten the restraint, then pat her on the back. “You gonna behave now? Not try to kick me in my balls again, huh?”