But no matter how hard I tried, the rope wouldn’t budge, not even slightly. After a few more seconds of trying, I stopped at the sound of footsteps approaching again—more of them this time.
“Here she is,” the one that drugged me said proudly, as if he caught the tournament winning fish or something.
What a prick.
I turned around, looking at the three stooges.
There was something familiar about the one I assumed was the boss. Had I seen him around somewhere? Was he was one of my customers from way way back? I couldn’t place his face.
He crouched down in front of me, arms on either thigh. “So this is the one and only Molly McKinley,” he said, studying my face. There was nothing but evil behind his eyes.
So I did the only rational thing a girl could do in this moment. I spit in his face.
The vein in his forehead popped out as he wiped the saliva away, flinging it to the ground.
“Who the fuck are you and what do you want with me?” I said, seething.
“I’m surprised you don’t recognize the grandfather of your own child,” he said, smiling wickedly as he stood back up.
Liam’s dad. That was why he seemed familiar. He looked like Liam.
The realization of who he was showed on my face.
“Yup. I’ve had these two goons trying to track you down for some time. You’re a hard one to find, Molly. Or should I say my son’s just really good at keeping you hidden?”
“Why do you want to hurt me?” I asked, trying to sound unafraid, like this moment wasn’t scaring the shit out of me.
“How you convinced my dumbass son to get a greedy bitch like you pregnant, I’ll never know. But he did, and now I have to clean up his mess.”
“What the hell are you talking about? I’m not taking anything from Liam?”
“Not yet. But as soon as that baby is born, I know you’re going to try to take him for all he’s worth.”
“News flash, dipshit, Liam isn’t filthy rich like you are.”
“So he thinks. What he doesn’t know is his grandfather left him a large trust fund. One that he getswhen his first child is born. That’s the stipulation my father put in his will. I always assumed Liam would be married when he had a child. With a rock-solid prenuptial agreement put in place, of course, barring the mother of his child from ever seeing that money. Then you came along, no pre-nup, nothing. I knew you’d find out about the money eventually and get greedy. All snobby bitches like you do.”
This guy was a piece of work. Who the fuck did he think he was talking to me like this?
He jerked me up by the arm, so I was standing now.
“Where’s the gun?” he asked the two men standing off to the side of us.
I tried as hard as I could to jerk away, but his grip was too tight. I watched in horror as one of them handed him a black pistol. He pushed the barrel of the gun into my temple.
“I will never let anything come between me and my money. If you had just stayed away from my son, none of this would’ve happened. Actions have consequences, Molly, and this is yours. Any last words before I shoot you dead right here and all my problems finally disappear?”
“Go. To. Hell,” I growled.
He cocked the gun. “Not before you get there first,” he said, followed by a loud boom.
Chapter 33 – Liam
I approached the location where Molly’s earbuds had last registered. The dust cloud I’d made while driving surrounded me as I hopped out of my Jeep. Holding my gun out in front of me, I ran toward the empty warehouse.
There were no cars out front. What if she wasn’t here and I was wasting my time?
I couldn’t afford to think like that. I had to search this building, and if she wasn’t here, I’d get the hell out. Until then, I had to believe she was.
