We just got back from visiting Kyra’s fiancé with Captain Montgomery, and he is just as big a douche as I thought. Demitri, the lucky bastard, punched him in the face. He lost complete control of himself when Mike decided to blame Nyx for the abduction. Granted, he just did what we were all thinking.
“Hey, Cal.” Graham walks up to where I’m sitting on the couch in their living room. I’ve been sleeping in the house since the girls have been gone because I don’t want to be too far away if they have a breakthrough.
“What’s up, Graham?” I look up at him, and I can see the bags under his eyes from the lack of sleep.
Today is the first time he’s walked away from his computer since it happened. The fresh air probably did him some good, but he’s itching to get back to looking.
“How are you doing?” He sits down next to me.
“Shouldn’t I be asking you this? Nyx is your girl.” I let out a small chuckle.
“Yes. But we all know that you are crushing on Kyra, HARD.” I can feel my cheek flush at his words. Fuck, they are on to me. “You don’t have to hide it, little bro. If it’s anything like when I fell for Nyx, it just happens. Completely out of your control, and that is how love is.”
I just nod my head before leaning over and resting my elbows on my knees.
“What am I supposed to do if we don’t save them?”
“That’s not going to happen. I need my Little Witch back, and we will give you and Kyra a fighting chance.” He slaps me on the back a couple of times before standing back up. “Back to the search. We will find them.”
I watch him retreat back upstairs to his room with the tiniest bit of hope shining in my chest. We have the best hacker we know on the case, looking for the girls. If Graham can’t find them, no one can.
CHAPTER 11
KYRA
Icouldn’t tell you how long we have been trapped in this cabin. There isn’t much to the building, and honestly, I’m shocked it hasn’t fallen down around us yet. From the bed I am chained to, I can hear the soft purr of what I am assuming is a generator, since we have lights. There is running water, but based on the smell, it’s definitely well water.
The room I am in is very basic. This mattress has a spring stabbing me as I lay here. The sheets are scratchy, like they don’t know what fabric softener is, and everything smells musty. I can feel a draft coming through the holes in the logs that make up the walls, where the chinking has crumbled from lack of maintenance. More than likely, this cabin was used for the hunting season, not as a permanent home. This is probably the last place I will ever see.
With that thought, my heart starts to race, and the panic settles into my bones. Tears start to silently fall down my temples, soaking my hair and the pillow beneath my head. If you want to call this piece of fabric a pillow. Wiping the tears from my face causes the chains on my wrists to rattle, and I still. I don’t want to bring Jack back into this room.
I can hear our captors talking quietly in the cabin’s main space. Earlier, Nick and Nyx were screaming at each other because she tried her damndest to keep their attention off me. The sound of a hand against flesh echoed to me, and then Nyx went silent. I really hope she was just knocked out and he didn’t kill her.
What if the guys can’t find us?
The sound of boots echoes through the small space moments before the door to this room is thrown open. In the doorway stands Jack Campbell. Nyx has worked with him a lot since she joined the force. I will never understand why he helped Nick with this hair-brained kidnapping plot, but he has shown a creepy interest in me.
“Well, hello there.” His voice is low and sounds like he has smoked a pack of cigarettes since they took us. I refuse to respond to him, but my shaking body causes the chains to rattle. “You can ignore me all you want, baby doll, but your body gives you away. I know you are terrified of me.” His chuckle causes a chill to run down my spine.
Staring at the wall in front of the bed, I refuse to meet his eye.I can do this. This is no different than dealing with Mike. Channel your inner bad bitch.My little internal pep talk helps to calm me enough to stop my body from shaking uncontrollably.
“Shall I play with my baby doll?” He leans down to whisper in my ear, and I freeze, not realizing how close he has gotten to me. His hand was resting on my stomach. I am still completely clothed in the outfit they took us in, thank god for the small blessings, right? The oversized hoodie and boyfriend jeans definitely smell, but my flesh is completely covered, and they will need to unchain me to take my clothes off.
I hear the flick of a knife, and my breath hitches. Turning my head slowly, I see Jack has opened his pocket knife, and he isinspecting it closely. He runs his thumb over the blade, checking its sharpness, before he brings it to my body.
“I could just cut these pesky clothes off your body. Then I will have complete access to you.” His smile feels straight out of a horror movie, and I have no way to stop him.
“JACK.” Nick hollers from the other room. Jack lets out a growl before he closes the knife and turns back towards the door.
“You are safe from me for now, Baby Doll.” The words are quiet, but I still can hear them, and then he is gone.
My body is fading from the adrenaline, and all I want is to sleep. Against my will, my eyes close. I will rest for just a few minutes, I tell myself.
“Sunshine…are you waiting for me?” Callum’s voice echoes through my dreams.
“Cal, I told you. We can’t do this.” I try to pretend like he hasn’t flipped my world on its head.
“That’s not what you said when you begged me to be balls deep in that perfect pussy.” His voice fades too quickly.
