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“Why are you doing this to me,” I whisper.
“Your mother belongs to me. If they want to use her as bait to draw me out. I’ll do the same,” he says, dragging me around the house, checking she really isn’t here.
“She’s not bait,” I cry out, and he slams me against the wall in the hallway.
He grabs my face, squeezing my cheeks so hard that the metallic taste dripping down my throat lets me know my cheeks are bleeding. He pushes his face an inch from mine, and I can’t stop the tears from running down my face. I’ve never been more scared in my life. My body is shaking as a sob rips out of me.
“Oh, sweetheart, I’m not the fucking fool you take me for, and it’s time for me to regain the upper hand,” he growls.
I search his face, trying to figure out exactly what he means, and he lets go of my face. For one second, I think he’s going to leave me alone until he grabs me from behind and wraps his arm around my throat.
“Do you think Porter will come rushing to save you now? What about Finn? How long do you think they’ll be enjoying their family dinner until they realize you’re missing? An hour? Three?” He laughs, tightening his hold on my neck. “We’ll be long gone before they even realize you’re missing. How’s that feel? Knowing that no one will even miss you until it’s too late?”
“Too late?” I ask, straining against his hold.
He doesn’t answer me, just forces me outside. I figure I’ll get in his truck, and while he goes around to get in, I’ll jump out and run. This isn’t happening without a fight.
When he opens the door, I scream as he shoves me inside, slamming the door behind me.
“I love a girl who fights.”
I scream again, trying to push this stranger’s hands off of me, but he’s got a tight hold on me.
“What the fuck!” I shout.
“Language,” Jim says, throwing the truck in reverse.
“Oh, I like the way it sounds when she’s screaming fuck right by my ear,” the disgusting guy says.
“I brought you to help me, not fuck around with my daughter,” he hisses.
“I’m not your fucking daughter,” I scream, throwing an elbow back against this pervert.
He shrugs and looks at me through the rearview mirror. “If that’s the case, Anthony, you might just get a little treat after all.”
“Fuck yeah, Prez,” he says, nuzzling his nose to my ear.
What the fuck? Prez?
I’m being taken by the man who raised me. Is this how he got my mom? Was this what she was protecting me from, or was there more?
He knows there’s a family dinner tonight, and it makes me wonder if maybe he’s got my phone or my mom’s phone bugged. How else could he know such a thing?
“Give her the shot,” Jim says.
My eyes widen, and I try climbing over the seat. Anthony, as Jim called him, laughs and grabs me, holding me tightly on his lap. I try tossing my head back to hit him, but all he does is laugh. I feel a pinch in my thigh, and I look down just as he pulls the needle from my flesh.
“What the fuck is happening?” I cry out.
“As much as I’m gonna miss you fighting against me, you’ll be asleep soon,” Anthony says, rubbing his thumbs on my thighs.
“Don’t fucking touch me,” I yell, but it comes out a whisper at best.
“That’s it, gorgeous. Get some rest. You’re gonna need it.”
I can’t even open my mouth, and my eyes begin to close.
They’ll never find me. Finn will never get to me in time. I don’t know what my stepdad has planned, but I do know that when Finn said he wasn’t a good guy, he was right. I truly don’t believe I will make it out of this alive.
