“Found you!” is scrawled on the mirror with red lipstick.
My heart drops in my chest, and I start to panic. That uneasy feeling is back tenfold. I start to sweat, my heart starts to race, and my body starts to tremble. I’m not alone. The thought hits me, and before I can turn around, scream, or run, an arm comes around me, and a big hand covers my mouth. I see us in the mirror. I’m shocked, eyes round, and the man behind me doesn’t even attempt to hide from me. Piercing ice blue eyes stare back at me.John. The man that I kissed. The man that has made my life a living hell these last two years.
I struggle against his hold, but he’s not relenting. He drags me from the room, down the hallway, and to the front door. I know I can’t let him take me out of here, so I fight like I’ve never fought before. I jerk my body in different directions, clawing at his hands and fighting as hard as I can.
His voice is demanding in my ear. “Stop it, Bree or else I’m going to stay here and wait for your little boyfriend to show up and kill him right in front of you.”
My whole body goes limp. Logan will be here any minute, and even though John is no match for him, Logan won’t be ready for something like this. I can’t put him in this situation. I can’t believe I broughtJohn and his Mafia family right to Whiskey Run. Right to Logan.
John smirks at me. “I’m guessing you don’t want me to meet your new boyfriend, do you?”
I pull from his hold, and this time he lets me go. I hold my hands up. “I’ll go with you. Can I at least put my shoes on?”
I gesture beside the door where my tennis shoes are sitting.
He grunts. “Yes, but hurry.”
As I’m putting on the tennis shoes, I ask him, “How did you find me?”
He shrugs. “It wasn’t hard.”
I shake my head. I did everything I could. I waited until the court proceedings were over. I emptied out my checking and savings. Paid cash for my move to Whiskey Run, and when I got here, I confessed to Zach, and he said he could seal my employment records. I have no idea how John found me, and I guess it doesn’t matter now. I stand up and point at the door. “Lead the way.”
He crosses his arms over his chest. “Leave your phone.”
I point to my purse. “It’s in there.”
He pulls a gun from his waistband. “Any problems, I shoot. I wanted to come kill you. My dad thought you deserved to be tortured.”
I hide my face from him, looking down at the ground as I walk out the door. I don’t want him to see the fear I know is evident on my face. John’s father, Luca, is the mob boss of the Antonelli family. I never wanted to get mixed up in any of this, but I didn’t have much of a choice. It all just fell into my lap.
“How is your dad doing?” I ask, and even I’m surprised by how calm I sound.
John grabs my arm, digging his fingers into my skin. “He’s serving a life sentence in a maximum security prison. How do you think he’s doing?”
He walks me over to his truck, opens the passenger side door, and shoves me inside. He leans over me, glaring. “My father is an old man, and?—”
I cut him off because there’s no way I can sit here and listen to him spout about his father like he’s a good man. “He was trafficking women. He was?—”
I don’t get the next words out. His fist connects with my face, and the pain is excruciating. He slams thedoor and stalks around to the driver's side. He’s angry, and he drives erratically through town. I’m holding my hand to my face, wiping the blood from my split lip. “Where are we going?”
“Have you not learned anything? Just keep your mouth shut.”
I stare out the window, watching the town go by, and when he pulls into the airstrip, I sit up a little taller. I’ve never been on the property, but this is where Logan worked when he was with the Ghost Team. I just know someone here will help me.
As if John can read my mind, he laughs. “Forget it. No one is going to rescue you.”
He drives right up to a waiting airplane. He pulls me from the car, and I try to run, but I don’t get far. John grabs me and drags me up the stairs to the airplane. Someone from the ground starts yelling, but the sound is gone when the door of the airplane closes. “We gotta go,” John yells.
Instantly, the plane starts moving, and John slams me into a seat. “Stay put. Don’t move. Don’t say a fuckin’ word… and I might make this a little less painful for you.”
I close my eyes and lean my head back against the seat. My mind instantly goes to Logan. I would give anything to have told him I truly do love him and for him to believe it. Now I’ll never be able to tell him. I’m going to die, and he’s always going to believe that I cheated on him.
My head jerks back as the plane picks up speed. I look out the window, and there are police cars with their lights and sirens on, driving toward us. John goes to stand by the cockpit. “Get this thing in the air.”
Almost instantly, we’re in flight, and I turn to look as we leave Whiskey Run behind us.
I hear the pilot yelling over the roar of the engine. “I told you that when I landed there, I couldn’t stay long. You don’t know Walker.”
