“You do. Don’t worry. At some stage, I’ll come calling.”
61
Addie’s heart skipped in fear as the man reached her.
She managed to sit up, crawling backward. Her heart thumped fast.
And then he reached for the bottom of the balaclava, pulling it over his face.
Oh God. Oh God.
That wasn’t a good sign.
When the balaclava came off, shock filled her.
“Hello, bitch, remember me?”
Nausea bubbled its way up her stomach and she turned her head just in time so it didn’t go all over her front.
She wasn’t sure if it was due to the pounding in her head or fear.
“What . . . what do you want? Why did you take me?”
“Ahh, maybe because your man fucking humiliated us! You didn’t think we would get revenge?”
We?
She glanced around as his friends joined them.
Oh God. This wasn’t good. Where was Cash? He had to have noticed she was gone, but how would he find her?
Was this it? Was she going to die?
Fuck it. She didn’t want to die. She’d only just found happiness.
Screw these assholes.
“Bet you thought we weren’t smart enough to find you, huh?” he sneered. “Wasn’t that hard. Got a friend at the DMV who looked up your man’s license plate. Found out where he lived. Thought about robbing him or torching the place, but then I realized what I really wanted to do was. . . take something of his. And hurt it.”
She swallowed heavily.
“That’s you, by the way.”
“Yeah, I got it. You’re not that smart,” she told him.
Wow. Had she just spoken? With her stress and anxiety at an all time high?
Go her!
Slap!
Also, fuck that hurt. She reached up with a trembling hand to cup the side of her face where he’d just hit her.
“No talking from you, bitch.”
Normally, that wouldn’t be a problem. Tears streaked down her face.
“Now, we’re all gonna have some fun with you,” he said, gesturing to his friends. “Then we’re gonna beat you up just like they did to us. And then we’ll be even.”
