Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
I just need to find Harley and get her back. No matter how perverted that bitch was, I did learn something. I’m not my father, and I can love Harley.
“I need to find Harley,” I tell Timothy.
“Sorry, sir. We don’t have a location on the necklace.”
Chapter Eight
Harley
It’s been miserable without Dylan. His words stung just as much as the way he left, going to his other home. I found out from one of his men, whose name I don’t remember, that he doesn’t even live at the condo all the time. It’s where he brings his hookups. This was just temporary, something he does from time to time.
Yet, I miss him so much. A part of me doesn’t believe a word he said because I remember the way Dylan was, and that was a man conflicted and not a man playing a game. I was his after the first day. He could have had me over and over if he wanted, and yet he refused to touch me, holding out until he lost control. Still, he shoved me away, telling me that it was over and so was his need for me.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. I need some air, Lillian. I’m going to go out for a walk.”
“Don’t go too far, okay?”
“Of course.” I head out with my keys and my purse and walk down her block. I only get about halfway when there’s a cloth placed over my face. I gasp, and then everything goes dark.
My vision’s fuzzy, clearing up as the road grows bumpy, and I slowly wake up. My hands and feet are tied but I’m not blindfolded, so I see who is in the passenger seat and I’m not as shocked as I should be. Her blonde hair is a clear giveaway, but then her shrill, bitchy voice is the dead giveaway that sent the chill down my spine—Sandra.
“James, baby.” I almost vomit in the back. I can’t slap my hand on my mouth and it’s too late anyway because she hears me. “Oh, shit. She’s awake.”
“Well, well, well. Pretty little pussy’s awake.”
“They’re going to love her.”
“Love breaking her,” she says with an annoying giggle that turns dark, something I hadn’t expected even from Sandra.
“They are going to do so much more than that, or maybe Hunter will give us tons of money to get her back.”
“Oh, he so will. He never gave any woman a single ounce of time, and suddenly he hires her as his personal assistant. He wanted his mousy little woman, and I’m sure he’ll do anything to get her back.” I’m so confused and scared that I drop my head back on the seat and try to think of a way to get out of here. Whoever they’re taking me to isn’t a good person and nothing good can come of what’s going to happen to me, so I’ve got to get myself out of trouble.
“Hunter’s got deep pockets, and we’re going to take him for so much.” I can’t believe that my cousin was involved in my own kidnapping. How sick and twisted does someone have to be to do it to their own family?
I disliked James before. Now, I despise him with everything in me and if I ever get out of here, I’m going to find a way to make him pay for his involvement. The road only gets more and more bumpy as he flies faster, sending me bouncing around the vehicle, plumping to the floorboard in the backseat.
“Hey, slow down, James. She’s going to get hurt back there.” Wow, a modicum of sympathy coming from her takes me by surprise. “Malone’s not going to be happy if we damage the merchandise before we get there,” she continues, and then I’m no longer shocked. Can’t be looking ruined for the buyer. I can’t believe they are doing this to me. Taking a hard breath, I try to calm down and focus. Since I’m not strapped down, I consider my options.
They are flying way too fast for me to pop out and make a run for it, so I’ll have to wait for them to make a stop, but then what would be my next move? Shit. Things are crazy, and my mind is whirling. More like actually spinning at the moment; whatever they drugged me with is giving me a killer headache. Suddenly the vehicle slows, turning onto a gravel road, and my tension picks up. I’m beyond frightened, but that’s not going to do me any good, so I stay strong as the vehicle comes to a stop.
“Come on, little bitch. It’s time to make me a lot of money,” James sneers, staring at me from the front seat. The back door flies open, and my head tilts up to see a massive brute leering down at me.