She tugged at the rope around her wrists, trying to loosen the knot or at least give herself a bit of space to pull a hand out. He’d forced her onto a wooden chair and bound her hands behind her but had left her feet untied. Probably because just tying her hands had been such an effort. That spray had really affected him.
Good. She needed him weak. Because Colt would work out the hint she’d given him and figure out where she was, or she’d save herself. Either way, a weakened Gordon was a good thing.
“Are you waiting for the money to hit the account?” she asked, needing to distract him so he didn’t realize what she was doing.
“I’m waiting for Chester to confirm he got the transfer.”
“Then what?” She wasn’t sure she really wanted to know the answer to that, but keeping him talking felt smart right now.
He rubbed his eyes again. “You’ll find out when I have the money.”
He wouldn’t just let her go. There was no way. “Do you ever feel even a little bit of remorse for everything you’ve done to your ex-wife and son?”
“No.” The answer was instant, obviously requiring no deep thought from him. “I’ve never understood those kinds of emotions. I feel anger. I feel resentment. I’ve learned to imitate everything else.”
That’s how he’d convinced Sylvia to marry him? By imitating love?
Jesus. He was so open about his inability to feel anything close to empathy. That was the definition of a psychopath, wasn’t it?
Another tug at her bonds. Almost there. A little more and she’d get her hand all the way out.
She eyed the knife on the small table nearby. It was closer to her than it was to him. And if she moved fast enough, she could grab it. She’d prefer the gun, but it was on the other side of him. There was no way she’d get it.
Either he didn’t think she’d escape, or he just hadn’t been thinking when he’d put it there. Whatever the reason, it was a mistake he’d regret.
“Will this pay your debt to Chester?” she asked quietly.
He scoffed. “That asshole will never let me go. Once you get into bed with Chester, the only way out is in the ground. I was always gonna use the money to run.”
“And now?”
“Now I survive until I can come up with another plan.”
Indie wiggled her hands in the rope again. Another tiny bit of her hand out. So close.
“Why hasn’t he transferred the money yet?” Gordon growled. “He’s fucking obsessed with you. He should have transferred it already.”
“He doesn’t have the amount you’re asking for. He’d need to access Sylvia’s money, and she’s probably still unconscious from whatever your friends gave her.” And theydidgive her something. This entire thing was too well orchestrated.
“Colt would have her bank details. Sylvia always loved that boy too much. He would have access to everything.”
One more tug—
Air froze in her lungs. Separated. Her hands wereseparated. She was free.
Gordon’s head shot up. “What are you doing?”
Shit. Had she moved? Had she given herself away? “Nothing.”
“You’re lying. Are you trying to get out of the bindings?”
Now. She had to move now.
He rose.
And she lunged, grabbing the knife and plunging it into his gut.
Shock cut across his face.
