Kade tilts his head and cocks a small but threatening grin. “You expect me to accept her, train her and show her off to you? When for all I know, she’s a fucking cop!” Kade’s shoulders lean forward with the last words.
Ricky’s eyes turn cold and it's clear he's not shy about his hatred for Kade. “She’s not a cop. We have her license and paperwork done. I’m sure of it.” I want to speak; I want to plead with them to let me go. But I’m frozen with fear, my eyes darting between the two of them. “She goes with you, or she gets shipped off.”
I break into a cold sweat, and I have to force myself to keep breathing when I hear what Ricky says. That option can’t happen. I don’t want to get shipped off, because whatever the fuck that means, it’s not good. It can’t be good. “If you don’t take her, you can take another. I don’t give a fuck, but it’s time we see what you can do.”
Kade turns away from Ricky and looks at me for a moment before walking forward. I've still got my back up against the wall. My arms and wrists ache from being held behind me with zip ties. I can feel a trickle of blood from the plastic cutting into my skin.
My skirt has ridden up and my pale thighs are exposed. With my ankles bound, I’m trapped.
He crouches in front of me and seems to inspect every inch of me. He licks his lips as his eyes travel down my body. His masculine smell fills my lungs.
“Please,” I beg in a whisper. “I won’t tell anyone.”
Ricky smiles wickedly at my words. He moves to the door as the man from earlier finally comes back. He hands a yellow folder to Ricky. “That’s what they all say.” He mimics my voice and mockingly says, “I won’t tell a soul.” Ricky, Vic, and the pale toady laugh, and all hope leaves me as hot tears fall down my cheeks.
Kade doesn't laugh, instead he continues to watch me. I lick my dry lips and try to wipe away my tears by brushing my face against my shoulder. I want to plead with him to take me away from them, but when I look up at him, there’s no sympathy there. Only hard and cold blue eyes seemingly made of ice. My head falls to my chest, and I wish I could disappear.
“So, what will it be?” Ricky asks, drawing Kade’s attention from me. He rises and walks away from me and I find myself trying to crawl toward him. I can’t stay here. Not with Vic looking at me like a predator and the threat of being shipped off.
Kade grabs the folder from Ricky and opens it. I don’t know what’s in there, but whatever he’s looking for, I hope he finds it. I watch as his eyes travel down the page and then the next. Suddenly, he looks back at me with an expression of dissatisfaction.
“You’re on birth control?” he asks.
My cheeks flame. I swallow the spiked lump in my throat and try to verbalize an answer, but I can’t, so I nod my head.
They must have my school records. I just went to the gyno on campus a few months ago, after I decided to give myself to Daniel. I went with the shot because it seemed easier than having to remember to take a pill every damn day. I almost didn’t get the last injection since we broke up, but I went and got it since I’d scheduled the appointment.
He shuts the folder and shoves it against Vic's chest.
He looks at Ricky and then back at me. I can’t read his expression. I don’t know what he’s going to do or say, so I do the only thing I can do at this point. I wait with bated breath.
“After today, I could use a distraction.” Kade turns back to Ricky and nods once as he says, “I’ll take her. And then you give me what I want.”
Ricky’s lips pull into a wide smile and he says, “Deal.”
Olivia
My throat’s hoarse from screaming through the gag, and I’m getting tired. I'm starting to really feel the exhaustion weighing down on me, but fear is keeping me wide awake.
I’ve tried to kick the trunk open to no avail. I've been kicking this entire time, hoping that maybe someone would see the thumping. It’s not really kicking though since my ankles are bound. So I’m pushing all my weight to my chest and thrusting my legs upward. It hurts. The zip ties rip into my skin with each blow. But I have to try.
It’s been a long time since he put me in here. I don’t know exactly how long, but I’d guess hours. The first time he slowed to a stop, I thought he would get out and try to stop me and shut me up. But he didn’t.
He either doesn’t care, or he’s confident that my struggling and muffled screams are useless. The soft sounds of the car rumbling and moving effortlessly against the smooth asphalt make my eyes shut. My fate’s no longer mine, but I still have fight in me. I can’t give up hope. I heard my phone go off in the front of the car a while ago. It rang a few times, but there's been nothing since.
I don’t know who it was, or if anyone else has called wondering where I am. Maybe he’s just shut it off. For all I know, he threw it out the window.
My eyes feel puffy and swollen with tears. I hate this. I hate how helpless I am. I'm bounced around painfully as the car passes over an uneven patch of gravel and then slows. My heart hammers against my chest, and the heavy weight of sleep vanishes, replaced with intense anxiety. We've stopped.
I keep perfectly still as he opens and closes his door. I wait to hear where he’s going. Part of me hopes he’ll forget I’m back here, like that’s even a possibility. Still, if that were the case, I could try to get the fuck out of here.
That stupid dream crumbles into dust as he opens the trunk. I bite down on the gag in my mouth and shake my head, trying to move away from him.
He looks at me with an intense stare that makes me want to cave to him. Something in his look sparks an electric current between us, but in a flash it’s gone.
I don’t fear him, not like the others. Some part of me feels safe with him. It’s a false sense of security, but it’s there, keeping me somewhat calm although anger is coursing through me.
He grabs my waist, hoisting me over his shoulder. I try to struggle, but his large hand smacks hard against my ass. Slap! His hand meets my bare skin underneath my skirt, and the shocking pain shoots through my body. My back bows, and a scream rips through my throat, muffled by the gag.
