What the hell is wrong with me?
I can’t be attracted to this guy. I mean, the jerk literally threw me over his shoulder like a sack of freaking potatoes, zip-tied my wrists, and gagged me with a bandana he pulled out of his pocket. Can you say unsanitary? Ick. And here I am noticing what he smells like?
Trinity was right. I’ve lost my damn mind.
“She’s not gonna stop wiggling,” Journey says from the driver’s seat.
“Good.” Bane’s voice rumbles above me, and I feel the vibration of it through his palm against my spine. “I like it when they fight.”
Oh God. Oh God, oh God, oh God.
I’m going to die.
The Kings are going to kill me and dump my body in a swamp somewhere, and nobody will even notice I’m gone for weeks. Maybe even months. It’s not like anyone was ever around, andDad’s been missing for weeks. Who’s going to report that I am too?
My throat tightens, and tears burn behind my eyes.
No. Absolutely not. Dry it up, Frank. Do NOT give these assholes the satisfaction.
Gritting my teeth I thrash harder, trying to buck Bane’s hand off my back, but he’s too strong.
“Keep it up, Troublemaker,” he murmurs, pressing down harder as his lips brush across my ear. “You’re making my dick hard.”
I freeze.
Did he just?—
“Dude.” Journey sounds disgusted. “That’s fucked up, even for you.”
“What?” Bane sounds genuinely confused. “I’m just being honest.”
“Yeah, well, keep your honesty to yourself. She’s terrified.”
Thank the gods. At least one of these assholes seems to have a conscience. Though I’m not sure “terrified” fully covers what I’m feeling right now. It’s more like... terror, rage, confusion, and—if I’m being completely honest with myself—a tiny, twisted thread of something I refuse to acknowledge.
Because acknowledging it would mean admitting that some dark part of me is turned on by this jerk, and that’s just... no.
Nope.
Not going there.
The piercing sound ofAC/DC’s “Back in Black”sounds through the cab of the truck.
“Fuck!” Journey swears. “It’s Stella. I gotta take this.”
Guess he didn’t tell his girlfriend he’d be busy kidnapping someone tonight.
“Take it,” Bane says, his hand still pressing me into the seat.
I hear the animated click when Journey swipes to answer. “Stells? What’s wrong?”
Even through the phone I can hear a woman’s voice, high-pitched and panicked. I can’t make out the words, but the fear in her tone is unmistakable.
My stomach twists.
“Slow down, sis,” Journey says, his voice tight. “Where are you right now?”
More frantic talking.
