But now that I knew they weren’t virgins and could easily have sex before marriage, I wanted to know if they would besleeping with other women. It didn’t feel right that they seemed to be sharing my attention, but I got them all to myself. It didn’t mean I was okay with anybody else touching them, either.
I think about how Pete reacted to that guy touching me today. If I saw a woman touch him, I’d want to do the same. I’d claw her eyes out.
Did that make me crazy? Maybe a little, but I didn’t care. They were a little crazy, too.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
WREN
Blinking my eyes open slowly, I realize it’s still nighttime. The sound of Sly breathing heavily behind me tells me he’s still asleep.
Dex’s chest rises and falls slowly, and I lick my lips, my mouth feeling dry. Deciding to grab some water, I slowly extricate myself from his arms and climb down to the end of the bed, trying not to disturb them.
When I make it to my feet, I glance back and confirm they’re sleeping, and when I step into the hall, I decide to take a peek in the other bedroom. Pete is lying sprawling on his stomach, his bare back on display. He might be the smallest of them, but he was still toned. The blanket is twisted around one of his legs. Jagger sleeps on his side, looking peaceful.
Quietly, I make my way to the mini-fridge located by the TV. I pull out a bottle, unscrew the top, and take a long drink, my throat instantly feeling better.
I move up to the glass door that leads to a tiny balconyand look out into the night. We’re in a small town, so there isn’t much to see, just the lights of the parking lot below where a black van idles by the curb.
A reflection in the door moves, catching my attention as one of my guys approaches me from behind.
Smiling, I start to turn as I tell him, “You couldn't sleep either—” My eyes widen when I finally see who it is. It’s not one of my guys, but Idoknow him. It’s Max, one of Robert’s guards. I try to shout for help, but he’s on me in an instant, his hand covering my mouth before I can even inhale.
He twists me around to press my back to his chest, as another man dressed in black appears in front of me. Troy. He pulls out a roll of duct tape and wraps it around my wrists, then holds one up for my mouth.
“Careful,” Max whispers. “She’ll try to scream the second I move my hand.” Troy nods, moving the tape to his left hand. I suck in a breath, getting ready to scream, but he pulls his right hand back and punches me in the gut. I grunt out against Max’s hand as pain shoots through me. Before I even realize it’s happened, my mouth is covered in duct tape.
Max wraps an arm around my waist and hoists me up as he starts to move to the door. I kick my legs, trying to knock something over and make noise or kick Troy. Quickly, he grabs my legs and wraps my ankles in duct tape.
I try to scream against the duct tape, hoping my guys will hear me, but something hard hits me in the head. My body sags in Max’s hold, and I feel myself being turned so he’s now carrying me against his chest.
I try to pull away, but my head throbs and I feel disoriented, unsure which way is up. I must have blacked out because the next thing I know, I’m being laid on the backseat of a van with no windows. Someone buckles a seatbeltaround both my legs and my torso. I hear a door slam, then we’re moving.
My heart is beating so loudly, it drowns out everything else around me. I squeeze my eyes shut as I try to breathe.
Dios Mio! I’ve been kidnapped!
How did Robert even find me? I have no idea how he could have possibly tracked me down. Or has he been following me this entire time?
My mind flashes to the guys, sound asleep in the hotel room, and tears slip free. How long before they realize I’m gone? Will they even know I’ve been taken? Or will they think I left on my own?
Will I ever see them again?
“Will you quit your crying, woman?” Max grunts from the driver’s seat.
“We rescued you from a bunch of murderers; you should be thanking us,” Troy adds with annoyance lacing his tone.
Thanking them?
I open my eyes and narrow them at the back of his head, wishing I could tell them what I really think of them, what I’ve always thought of them.
“You’ll be reunited with your brother soon enough, everything's going to be okay,” Max says as if he really believes that to be true.
They’re quiet as they drive, and I wonder how long it will take us to get back to Arizona. Will it be enough time for the guys to figure out I’m gone and catch up with me? Hopefully, they can at least guess the direction we’re heading in.
They will come after me, won’t they?
I shake my head free of that thought. They literally escaped prison to come and rescue me. I’m positive they’llfind me again.
