“What will you do?” Mickey asks.
I open my mouth, but my phone rings. Must not have the jammer set up outside the building.
“Brother, how goes it? I was thinking—”
“Save it, Jumper. I’ve got a problem, and I need Flint.”
I might have lost my tech guy locally, but that doesn’t mean I lost the only one able to figure shit out. We might not have had cameras on the outside, but I don’t doubt my boy’s skills. He’ll be able to find me something I can use. Even if we have to make another deal with the Crazy Eights to figure this out. Whatever the price, it’ll be worth it to get her back.
And there’s no doubt about it—I’m getting my girl back.
“What’s the problem?” I hear him huffing, so I know he’s running to find Flint.
“My old lady was taken.”
Chapter 26—Viv
“Ahh,” I moan as I twist my head and pop the crick in my neck. My shoulders are killing me. But when I try to pull my arms down from above my head, they don’t move. And when I try to bend my legs, they don’t move either.
What the fuck is going on?
I look around, but all I see is darkness. I twist my head back the other way, but I still see nothing, and it’s a slow movement. Something’s off about me. None of this makes sense.
I look again, but it’s only at that moment that I understand my eyes are still closed. I try to pry them open with sheer willpower, but nothing. I feel my cheeks lift as I move my eyebrows, and my sluggish brain connects that my eyes are taped shut. Someone doesn’t want me to see what’s going on.
I should be panicking. And I am, but in my own way. I force my brain to quiet the noise of internal screaming for help. My mouth isn’t taped, so I lick my dry lips. Okay, I can speak. What else can I do? I can wiggle my fingers and toes, but I can’t move my arms or legs. I try again, and this time I’m getting my brain on board enough to understand I’m cuffed in every direction. They have a little give, but if I struggle too hard, they’ll cut into my skin.
I feel a breeze on my face but nowhere else, so I’m still clothed. Doubt I’m even out of my sweats, but I know my shoes are off, just not my socks.
I’m lying on something soft, and I’m guessing it’s a bed.
How cliché.
Of course my stalker would get me into a bed. I just have to hope I haven’t been out too long for him to plan our wedding. Which I’m sure is next on his list.
Step one, secure bride.
Step two, force bride into marriage.
Step three, die by bride’s hand.
At least that’s my plan.
I know Domino’s coming for me, but I hope to be out of this mess before he even knows I’m gone.
I pull and twist, doing everything I can without having a clue what anything looks like. It seems like hours pass, and I let out a frustrated groan at the lack of progress I’ve made.
“I love it when you make that sound.”
My body freezes, and fear trickles down my back. I didn’t think I was scared of anything. I mean, I’ve been kidnapped, and I wasn’t even freaking out. Till he spoke.
How long has he been there? Is he in the room with me, or was it just over a speaker? What’s he going to do since I can’t move? I can’t defend myself. Hell, I can’t even find a weakness in him since I can’t see him. He could be anywhere in here, wherever here is.
I wait for him to talk again. Now that I know I’m not alone, even if it’s just over a speaker, I refuse to move till he speaks and gives me something to work with. A sign that he’smoving around the room. An indication of what he plans to do next. A freaking clue as to who he is. And what he wants.
Other than me. I already figured that part out.
“They told me not to get you. That you would be too much trouble. But I know it’s not that they were worried about the fight you would put up. They were worried I wouldn’t let them sell you. And they were right.”
