“Absolutely not.”
“Good girl,” he practically purred.
“That’s exactly what I told Preston,” I mused.
His dark brows creased. “Huh?”
“I told him I was a good girl who didn’t kiss on the first date.”
Johnny threw me a lazy smile. “I sure hope you’re not planning on being a good girl for me.”
“Oh no. I plan on being very, very bad.”
“Now that’s what I like to hear. How about I pick you up at seven?”
With butterflies dancing around my stomach, I quickly replied, “That works.”
“Great. Just text me your address.”
Although I was all about embracing my bad girl side, I couldn’t totally abandon who I was, which was a goody two shoes who always followed the rules. “How about I meet you at Pacey’s again?”
HIs chuckle echoed through the phone. “Playing it safe. That’s smart.”
“Yeah, I can’t go total dark side yet.”
“That’s fine. I’ll meet you at seven.”
That had been a week and two dates ago. Two hot andveryheavy dates. I’d never slept with a guy on the first date, but it hadn’t taken much to lure me into riding Johnny on the back of his Harley.
It was everything I imagined it to be and more. Once I’d had a taste, I was absolutely addicted. I couldn’t get enough of him, which is how I found myself once again on the back of Johnny’s bike with the wind rippling through my hair and clothing.
When the bike started to slow down, I raised my head from Johnny’s back. My brows furrowed in confusion as we pulled into the parking lot of a run-down motel. Since I had given him directions to my house, I wasn’t sure what we were doing in this part of town.
After Johnny pulled into a parking space, he killed the engine and eased down the kickstand.
I slipped off my helmet. “What are we doing here?”
At that moment, the door to the room in front of us swung open. Three hulking men loomed in the doorway. They all wore motorcycle cuts like Johnny’s.
“So this is the piece you’ve been talking about?” one guy with waist length dark hair said.
I glanced from them back to Johnny. “What’s going on?” I questioned lamely.
In the back of my mind, I had already come up with the frightening answer. More than anything, I knew I needed to get away from Johnny. I needed to get my phone and call 911.
“Sorry, darlin’. But you’re going to make me an awful lot of money.”
Without further thought, I scrambled off the motorcycle and started sprinting away from Johnny and his friends as fast as I could. Although I could barely run in my heels, my fear pushed me harder and harder. I’d almost reached the motel office when strong arms grabbed my waist. As I was jerked back against Johnny’s body, his breath burned against my ear. “Don’t you even think about running again, bitch!”
I opened my mouth to scream, but the bite of a needle pierced the skin on my neck, silencing me. The raging fight I’d had within me succumbed to the drugs pumping through my system. As my eyelids drooped, I felt my feet leave the pavement, and I began to float.
My body felt like a buoy bobbing along the ocean waves. One minute I was outside gazing up at the darkened sky and the next I was in a hotel room. As I was lowered down onto something hard, my eyelids fluttered, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t wake myself up.
Conversation floated above me. I began to feel like I was in coma—that level of consciousness where you were aware of your surroundings, but you could do nothing about it.
“I did good, right boys?” Johnny asked. Just the sound of his voice now caused my skin to crawl. Gone was any attraction I had once felt for him. Instead, I loathed him for the monster he was—a true wolf in sheep’s clothing.
A hand gripped my jaw and roughly turned my head from side to side. “She’s a little older than the usual pick,” a different man said.
