Terror has a vise grip on my heart, and I’m scrambling out of the car before my brain has processed it, racing toward him when I’m yanked back by my shirt. Muscular arms wrap around me from behind, and someone pulls a covering down over my head.
“No fucking way,” I shriek, lifting my legs up into my chest and rocking forward with all the strength I can muster. The guy holding me loses his balance, and I tip forward again until his arms drop and I’m free.
Yanking the covering off my head, I spin around, thrusting my clenched fist out, glancing the side of my attacker’s face as he’s straightening up. He’s wearing a ski mask too, so I’ve no clue who’s trying to take me this time.
But I’m fucked if I’m getting taken against my will again.
I kick him in the balls, shoving my foot into his crotch with all my might. “I am not.” I swing at his chest this time, landing a decent punch because he’s too distracted cradling his junk to deflect my throw. He staggers back, cupping his crotch, while cussing and moaning. “Getting fucking kidnapped again.”
I kick him in the chest, pushing him to the ground and jumping on top of him. I swipe the ski mask off his head, blinking to ensure my eyes aren’t deceiving me.
“What the actual fuck?” I stare at a face I was recently reacquainted with.
“Way to go, dipshit,” a familiar voice says at my rear. “Youcan explain this one.”
CHAPTER FIVE
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I snap, pouring venom into my words as I glare at Maverick—aka Rick—Anderson. I’d have known it was him by his voice if he hadn’t already whipped off his ski mask after lifting me off his younger brother.
“I’ll explain on the way,” he says, reaching for my arm. “We’ve got to go before someone shows up.”
I jerk back, narrowing my eyes again. “I’m not going anywhere with you.” I glance over at the door, my heart thumping wildly against my rib cage at the sight of Charlie sprawled unconscious on the ground. “And if you’ve hurt my fiancé, I will end every single one of you.” I send daggers at the guy who tried to take me as he awkwardly climbs to his feet. He’s still cupping his crotch, and I can’t get a good look at his face to see if it’s Joaquin or Harley. Until the engagement party, I hadn’t seen either of those boys since they were little kids, so I’m not sure if I could even tell them apart now. There’s only a year between them, and all the Anderson boys look so alike.
“Your fiancé?” Rick inquires, arching a brow and pinning his warm brown eyes on me.
“You heard me.” I thrust my hand forward, showing off my sparkling diamond. “So, whatever feeble effort this is on Kaiden’s part, he’s too late.You’retoo late. I don’t need your help. And I don’t needhim.”
“Rick!” The other brother pokes his head out the window of an SUV parked at the side of the station. “Get a fucking move on.”
“You’re coming with us.” Rick grabs hold of my arm. “Whether or not you like it.”
“No. I’m not.” I yank my arm back, ready to swing for him, when my wrists are pulled back behind me, and a sweaty palm clamps down on my mouth.
“Don’t make us hurt you,” the brother holding my arms says.
I lift my leg to knee him in the balls with the heel of my foot when he bites down hard on my shoulder, and I lose my focus, crying out as my leg drops to the ground.
“What the hell?” Rick shouts, glaring over my shoulder.
“I’m improvising,” the guy holding me supplies. “Kai said she was feisty, but I’d no idea she was this bad.”
“Kai will chop your fucking cock off if you hurt her. She’s pregnant, for fuck’s sake.”
Everything locks up inside me, and pain consumes me to the point I don’t put up any resistance when Rick slings his arm around my shoulders, walking me toward their car.
Kai sent them to fetch me, and Iwantto see him. Because I need answers, and I want to inflict suffering. Charlie said they’d gone into hiding, so this is probably my only opportunity.
A new plan forms in my mind, and I go willingly with Rick, not mouthing any further protest.
“I’ll go with you,” I say, tugging on his arm to stop him. “But I need to check on Charlie first.”
“Charlie will be fine,” he insists, tugging me forward.
“He’s not fine!” I shout, pointing at him. “He isn’t moving!”
“That’s because I gave him a sedative,” he admits, and I launch myself at him, roaring as I drag my nails down his face, drawing blood, before the other Anderson pulls me away. I don’t have the long, shapely nails I usually sport, but my shorter nails are jagged thanks to the lack of manicures in Parkhurst, and they work effectively.
“Can’t we givehera sedative?” the guy struggling to hold me says. “Because this journey will be hell on Earth if she’s going to swing for us every chance she gets.”
