“Nope.”
She rolled her eyes. “Come on. What am I going to do? It doesn’t look like there’s a window or anything.”
“Get in there or you’re pissing outside,” he said.
“You would really keep me tied up for days?”
The answer to that was he would love to keep her tied up, but not as a captive.
Ryker stepped in. “Just untie her hands, man.” He reached between them and removed the rope.
Willow rubbed her wrists and her demeanor softened. “Thank you,” she said, fluttering her eyelashes at his friend.
He glared at Ryker, heat flaring in his middle over being overruled—and something deeper. Jealousy.
She backed into the bathroom, still eyefucking his friend as she closed the door. She must be playing them. There was no way she was flirting. Was she?
Ezra smacked Ryker’s shoulder and muttered a curse. This girl was going to end him.
Chapter 10
Willow
Oh, this was going to be easy.
The blue-eyed one was the key to freedom. He was much sweeter than the other one, all things considered.
The fury emanating from them once they’d seen her scars was palpable. Every other guy who’d seen them treated her with soft pity. Sure, it was nice that most guys wanted to be careful, but it got boring very quickly. Maybe she needed someone like the two currently holding her captive. Someone who could loom over her and make her breath catch with the slightest touch. Or someone who could work his amazing fingers into the stiff joint plaguing her with pain.
No, she shouldn’t be thinking about that. This was just a scam like all the others she’d pulled against companies and idiot men.
Willow assessed the bathroom, still rubbing her sore wrists. The bindings were annoying. Maybe she could convince them to let her keep her hands free. Eating would be a pain in the ass if they didn’t.
As quietly as possible, she opened a sink cabinet—nothing useful. Only toilet paper and extra soap. Another cabinet revealed towels folded a little sloppily. The corner of her mouth lifted at the thought of one of those hulking guys folding up towels to put away. It was weirdly domestic.
She sighed, checking the one drawer and finding a pack of toothbrushes and some toothpaste. Nothing sharp or useful to be found. One corner of the room had a stacked washer and dryer unit. That would be useful if they were stuck here a while. It wasn’t like she had a change of clothes.
Willow pulled her pants down to pee and winced as the cold rim touched her skin. The cabin was still very cold as the woodstove had only been lit for a short time. Her teeth chattered as she finished up and stood. Why couldn’t she have been fully bundled up when she’d been kidnapped?
While washing her hands, she heard the voices of her captors whispering harshly back and forth. She left the water running so they wouldn’t know she was done.
Carefully, she pressed her ear to the door that smelled strongly of cedar.
“—if she’s one of Davidiuk’s we might be fucked, so be prepared.”
“No way,” the other said, maybe the light-haired one. “That’s not why—”
“Even if she isn’t, Xan might still be pissed about this.”
Wait, were they still going to kill her? For fuck’s sake. She’d been toying with the fact that maybe she didn’t really need to slip away, but if they were debating her fate like this? Then fuck them.
There was some shuffling around, making her unable to hear. Who the hell was Davidiuk, and why would they think she was connected to him?
Heavy footsteps approached, so she backed away quickly and switched off the faucet. She opened the door to the masked face of the gruff one staring down at her. His hazel eyes were quite striking—well, so were the blue eyes on the other one.
Stop it, dumbass.
“I don’t know who you think I am,” she said, shaking off the intrusive thoughts, “but I have no connections to a ‘Davidiuk’. So don’t think of killing me over something you don’t know.”
