“What the actual fuck is going on?” she screams, trying to pull her hands free. Despite the situation, I smirk at her feistiness. I don’t think telling her we kidnapped the wrong person will sit well right now, so my best bet is to just go with it.
She doesn’t need to know.
“It’s nothing personal. Just business.” Her body thrashes under me, and it makes my cock grow.
Damn it.
Get yourself together, Emris.
She gets one of her hands free and instantly scratches at my face. A deep burn begins to throb, and fuck, I love it. Wetness rolls down my cheek, and I can’t help the side of my mouth kicking up.
“Let me go, you fucking psychopath!” She continues to fight even when I tighten my grip on her.
“No can do,” I say, pulling her out of the van.
“Who the hell are you?” Her feet dig into the gravel as if that’s going to stop me.
“We’ll get to all the questions soon, promise.”
The front door comes into view, and she tries even harder to get out of my grip. She must know she’s not going anywhere, right?
“I got shit to do. Walk, or I’ll carry you,” I threaten, but she only glares at me.
“Fuck you!”
I shrug, nudging at her shoulder, but she still resists. So, I hold good to my threat. Bending down, I grab her knees and toss her over my shoulder.
“Put me the hell down right now!” Her fists pound against my back until we get inside. Carson closes the door and follows me down to the basement, still completely clueless.
“Let’s hurry and get this shit over with. Bossman keeps asking for an update, and it’s annoying me,” Carson says as we descend the stairs, making me want to throttle him more.
Grabbing the rope from the table, I walk over to a wooden chair in the middle of the room and slam her down. She fights as I wrap the rope around her wrists, making sure she is secure before letting go.
“Can someone please fucking tell me what the hell is going on?” She fights against her restraints, and I’ll give it to her—she’s not giving up easily.
Her voice grabs Carson’s attention, and that’s when he realizes he fucked up. “Oh, fuck,” he whispers, his eyes growing wide.
“Yeah, oh fuck is right, you dumbass.” I pinch my nose in frustration but get myself under control quickly.
“Someone tell me. What. The. Fuck. Is. Going. On. Now!” She grits out through clenched teeth.
“Yeah, we’ll get to that later. But for now, I have a few phone calls to make, so hang tight.” I smile down at her, and if looks could kill, I’d be dead.
7
BRIELLE
“Fuck you! Come back, you asshole!”I shout, pulling on the rope to get my hands free. His deep chuckle vibrates over my skin as he ascends the stairs, leaving me down here with so many fucking questions. The main one being why the hell I was kidnapped from work!
I have to get out of here.
One look at him and his annoying friend, and I know they’re the type of men who won’t hesitate to kill me. If I can just get one arm loose, I’ll be free. Then there’s the problem of getting out of here, but that’s a later problem. I move my wrists despite the sting from the rope, and I can feel it start to give. My skin is burning by the time I give up.
An idea pops in my head. It might be dumb, but it’s the only thing I can think of. I rock my body back and forth with enough force that the wood groans before finally cracking. A few more jerks and the ground rushes up to meet me. The side of my body smacks onto the concrete floor as pain blooms in my shoulder. I grit my teeth, but the fall does exactly what I needed—the back of the chair splinters apart, giving me more freedom to move. My arms are no longer tied to the chair, but my wrists are still bound.
I push myself up from the floor, carefully finding my balance, and manage to bring my hands from behind my back to the front by stepping over my tied wrists. If I can manage to find something sharp, I can try to cut through the rope with it.
My pocketknife.
