“You were the one who was looking for me.” Gunnar glanced at her before putting his eyes back on the road. “So now you’re gotta shut up, sit there, and wait. Because we're going back to our place and you're coming with us because we need to know more information.”
“I'm calling the cops.” Maybe if she glared at the back of his head enough, it would explode. She snorted in her head. The chances of that happening were exactly zero.
“How?” Gunnar asked. “Remi has your phone.”
Oh my God, I'm the stupidest person on the planet. I was fucking insane. Why did I think this was a good idea? I should have just stayed at home with my computers. I’m such an idiot. What was I thinking?
Jorja silently fumed at herself. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Remi still working on her phone. “Just stop the car and let me out. I won’t tell anyone this happened.”
Gunnar, the dick, just snorted in response.
“I was only trying to help you out. Why are you doing this to me?” Jorja tried another tactic. “I was only trying to help you; this isn't fair to do this to me.”
“Life isn't fair, sweetheart. Get used to it.”
Did he have to be such a dick? “You should know you're an asshole, right? Did anybody ever tell you that you're an asshole?”
“Oh, yeah.” Gunnar took an exit. “Way too many people to count. Want me to add your name to the list? I believe there is a fucking queue to call me an asshole at this point.”
Remi tugged on their connected arms and whispered to her, “Don't wind him up. He’s already pissed. His jaw is ticking.”
Now that Remi mentioned it, she could see Gunnar’s jawwas ticking. But instead of instilling fear or caution, it only egged her on to piss him off some more. If he thought he’d kidnapped some meek woman who could be cowed by all those muscles he was packing, then he was in for one heck of a surprise. She whipped out a card she had in her favor. One she hoped he hadn’t considered as of yet. “I'm going to make sure my momma tells yours what you are doing right now. See how she likes it.” She ignored Remi’s snicker and focused on the back of Gunnar’s head.
“What are you, five?”
“No, you jerk, I’m going to make you pay for this.”
“Good luck with that.”
She resolved to make an escape the second the jerk stopped the car. At some point they had to uncuff her from Remi. When they did, then they better be ready, because she was not staying kidnapped, damn it. She had too much life to live yet, and jerk face Gunnar McKinley and his buffoon brothers weren’t going to prevent her from doing that. They had to open the cuffs at some point, just as they had to let her out of the car. When they did, that’s when she’d make her move.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Gunnar watchedthe spitfire that was Jorja Buchanan in the rearview mirror. He didn't believe for one second that she had settled down. Nope, she could fold her arms and glare holes into the back of his head all she wanted. It wasn’t going to change a damn thing. There was no way he would believe that she was going to make this easy on them.
He had to hand it to her, bringing their mommas into it was one hell of a good idea. It was just a shame for her that he wasn't the kind of man who was worried by his momma believing shit about it. His momma knew who he was, she’d never believed that of him. But his ex-wife on the other hand—oh yeah, she'd believe it. Hell, even if she didn’t, she’d still make it her business to share that shit on Facebook like it was going out of style. Making him look bad was something his ex-wife excelled at. It wasn’t his fault that he didn’t give one flying shit about his reputation at home, but it was the reason he rarely went home. Bumping into Gillian was never a fun experience.
I bet she’s not spiteful when she’s mad.
Don’t bother going there, dude. You have an ex-wife for a reason. You don’t need to add to the tally.
“Watch it, bro,” Levi warned just as a car behind them honked.
Shit.Gunnar turned the wheel hard, putting them back into the right lane. Damn it, when was the last time he’d been so distracted by a woman that he’d allowed a car to drift across the motorway? “I got it.”
“He’s going to get us all killed.”
He was pretty sure that wasn’t meant to be said out loud.
“You can’t drive for shit.” Jorja raised her voice.
The mouth on her. Give me freaking patience.
“Then stop distracting me.” He barked out the order a little harsher than he’d meant to. “We aren’t going to hurt you, damn it.” It was important to him that she understood that.
“Could have fooled me.” She jerked up the arm which was cuffed to Remi’s. “If you wanted me to believe that, you wouldn’t have used these.”
“I didn’t, Remi did.”
