He yanks me out the back doors, everyone around us oblivious to someone being kidnapped.
I fight their hold and bite down on their arm as hard as I can. They throw me across the empty back parking lot. I hiss as my skin scrapes across the gravel.
“Fuck!” The man holds his arm, anger storming in his eyes as he heads for me.
I scramble to my feet just to slam into someone else.
I reach for my knife but they beat me to it and force me into a hold so tight it’s painful.
The guy I bit punches me in the face with enough force that I see stars.
Not today,I blink them away.
“You’re fuckingweak.” I grin through a mouthful of blood, spitting it on his shoes.
Apparently that’s enough to make him hit me again. My head spins and I nearly go down.
“Hey! They don’t want her damaged. Yet.” The guy holding me tells kidnapper number one.
A van screeches around the side of the building, coming to a stop beside us.
God, why can’t kidnappers be more original?
“Rory!” I hear Helen’s blood curdling scream.
“Call the guys!” I shout as loudly as I can before kidnapper number one grabs my arm, throwing me into the back of the van.
I wince when I land on my shoulder. The tires scream as they take off and I’m thrown around the back, slamming into the back of the doors.
“Tie up her hands,” the driver orders.
Kidnapper number two reaches for me. His mouth drops open and looks down at my knife, imbedded deeply in his chest. I twist before yanking it out, alerting the driver.
“Aaron!” The driver warns kidnapper number one who whips out a gun.
“Fucking bitch!” He roars when he sees kidnapper number two slump to the ground, gurgling as blood fills his lungs.
He cocks the gun, pointing it at my head.
I hold my knife out, not wanting to back down.
“Put it the fuck down!” He shouts and I flinch. He pounces on me, forcing me to the ground where we wrestle over my knife.
“You ain’t worth the trouble, bitch. Stupid fucking Dark Riders,” he snaps when I cut his arm with my knife.
My confusion has me losing the upper hand and the chamber of his gun slams into my temple.
Epilogue ~
Jace ~
“She wasn’t afraid when you told her about the panic room?” Maverick questions.
“Nah. I mean, I think she was overwhelmed but no, she wasn’t scared or anything,” Dominic tells Maverick. “She gets it.”
We chuckle at the hooting and shouting from inside—John and Devon watching the game.
“Fuck,” Luc shakes his head, “I never thought your plan would actually work but it really fucking does.” He claps his hand onto Alec’s shoulder.
