This asshole thinks this is a game. I’m going to destroy him. No kid gloves, no pulling my punches. I’m going to make him bleed this time. I’ll hack into every account he has and drain them dry. I’ll ruin his credit. I’ll sign him up for every spam email list on the planet.
He drops me onto my feet next to his truck where Journey is standing, smiling like this is all some big joke.
“Hey, doll,” he chuckles like he’s not helping his friend kidnap me again.
Assholes!
Bane digs in my purse and pulls out the keys with the orange U-Haul keychain. “Drive this to the clubhouse,” he orders, tossing them to Journey.
Journey catches the keys with one hand, salutes Bane mockingly, and jogs off towards the box truck.
I narrow my eyes at Bane. I should have known the rat bastard brought reinforcements. These assholes stick together like stink on shit.
Before I can even attempt to make a run for it, I’m tossed into the back of Bane’s truck. The door slams shut and a moment later, I hear him climb into the front seat. The engine roars to life, and we’re moving.
“You brought this on yourself,” he calls over his shoulder. “I tried to do this the nice way, but you weren’t having it.”
Is he fucking crazy? He really has lost his damn mind. This is my fault?
Fuck him!
“I’m not letting you go until you forgive me,” he continues, his voice firm. “And I’m not above keeping you tied up until you do.”
Rolling to my side, I manage to work the gag out of my mouth with my shoulder and tongue. “Fuck you, Bane. Why don’t you just go back to Destiny and leave me the hell alone.”
“I’m sorry about that, babe.” He sighs. “Gonna have to let that shit go. It’s in the past, and we ain’t fucking going that way.”
I laugh humorlessly. “I’ll never forgive you, asshole.”
“Yeah, you will.”
He’s crazier than I thought. He seriously thinks he can just will me to forgive him?
You can’t make this shit up.
“I’m going to make you pay for this, asshole,” I hiss.
Bane chuckles. Actually fucking chuckles. “I can’t fucking wait.”
The truck speeds through the night, and I stare out the window at the passing streetlights, my emotions a tangled mess.
I’m mad as hell. Mad that he thinks he can do this to me again. Mad that I’m helpless to stop him, and mad that a tiny, traitorous part of me is relieved that he’s not giving up without a fight.
Chapter Eighteen
Bane
Pulling through the gates back at the compound, I drive straight to the barn and cut the engine at the foot of the stairs to the loft. The closer to the door, the better, considering I’m flying by the seat of my pants here.
I hadn’t planned on making my move yet, but when I saw the U-Haul parked in the driveway at Frankie’s father’s estate, I knew I had to act.
My baby had been busy, and was making moves I had to put a stop to.
I suck in a deep breath. Fuck. Just the thought of her leaving is like a kick to the balls.
Training my ears on her breathing in the back seat, I wonder what’s going on in that head of hers.
She hasn’t said a word since I told her I can’t wait for her to do her worst.
