“Not a chance.” I throw the photos and matches at him. “My car? That was you?”
His face pales.
“At least be a man and admit it.”
“You needed protecting, and I needed to move things along. Now untie me, Red, or you’ll be sorry.”
A laugh burst from my lips. “What you gonna do, Dom? Spank me again?”
“No. You fucking liked it too much. What I’m going to do to you is much worse.”
“You’ll have to catch me first. And I don’t see you getting out of those ropes anytime soon. The scout club my mother sent me to is finally paying off.” I open the door with my trembling fingers, but do my best not to show how much effect he has on me.
“You’d better run fox, because when I catch up with you, I’m going to eat you alive,” he roars as I run down the stairwell to the garage.
With my heart pumping in my throat, I fiddle with the keys in my hand, trying to find the one that opens the shutters to the garage.
“You can’t run from me, Red.” Clatters and bangs rain down from above. While I’m shaking with adrenaline, I allow the smug curve of my lips thinking of my revenge.
He’s still going on. I knew I should’ve gagged him. With trembling hands, I drop the keys, then unlock his Range Rover. I shove the holdall on the back seat and slide in behind the wheel. My body relaxes slightly at gaining some of my independence back. I doubt I’ll ever have my freedom. There seems to always be someone chasing me or wanting something from me.
I’m exhausted, but I’ll not just lie down and let some stalker kidnapper play his sick games with me.
Free and out of the door, I press the button for the gates, locking him in. Unless he has a spare set, he won't be following me.
The setting sun shining on the windshield has me squinting my eyes. I have no idea where I am, but I follow the signs in the direction of the city centre, then I can make my way to the club, hoping I can dance and make enough money to take off for good.
19
DOM
In my rage, wrestling with my constraints and moving the chair back and forth, it topples over. My shoulder is the first thing to hit the tiles before my head bounces. “Fuuuuck.” Wriggling along the floor like a worm, my ears ring against the thrum in my temple.
An engine roars to life in the garage. The garage door screeches as it opens, and I know there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. I lie still against the cold tiles. Images of her beautiful face are strewn all over the white floor.
I had forgotten they were in my bag. A bunch of surveillance photos taken when I was trying to figure out if she was the right girl. She wasn’t easy to find. I was looking for a hidden asset, a treasured jewel. Now I’ve found her, there’s no way I’m letting her go without a fight.
Wriggling on my side, I make my way into the kitchen and open the bottom draw with my teeth, knowing there’s a carving knife in here with the rest of the utensils.
I blink in disbelief at a drawer full of fucking tea towels. She’s rearranged the damn kitchen. My chest swells with pride at how fucking clever she is. My sly little fox has really fucked me up in more ways than one. I glare down at my dick shrivelling back behind the zipper. It’s all his fault.
* * *
A cold sweatcoats my skin, my wrists sore from rubbing against these bindings. I’m getting too old for this shit. The night has fallen by the time Dan arrives home, whistling a tune as he flicks on the light.
“You took your fucking time.”
“Holy shit.” Dan steps back, holding onto the worktop for balance. “Fuck’s sake, Dom. What are you doing?”
“I’m having a fucking party. What does it look like I’m doing? Where the fuck have you been?”
“You told me not to come home for a while. Threatened me even.” His lips curl into a grin. “I can see why now. This is some kinky shit.”
“She’s gone, Dan. She tied me up and took off. So instead of gloating, maybe you can unite me so I can drag her ass back here.”
“Hang on. Let me take a picture first” He snaps a few photos as he speaks. “The lads will piss themselves when they see this.”
“You send those pictures on the group chat, and I’ll break your nose.”
