Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
“Usually, I’d tell you to calm down, but fuck it. I don’t care if we have to kill every single one of them. We’re getting her back,” he said with a firm look on his face.
The corner of my mouth curled up slightly. That was how I could tell Andrew loved her too. He wouldn’t ever skip an opportunity to hold me back, but we were fighting for someone special, someone we loved.
“Let’s get our girl back.”
20
EMERY
Twenty-four hours was almost up. My throat ached from lack of water, and my stomach growled from lack of food.
They hadn’t done anything to make me comfortable in the slightest, but why would they? All they wanted was my father’s money, and I was the obstacle that they had to get around.
They wanted to wear me down, to break my spirit. I gritted my teeth and bore down, though, refusing to be broken. I still had faith that the guys would find me, but I was sure that Deviau didn’t hide me somewhere easy to find. They would have to work together, but I believed in them.
Even if they didn’t find me in time, I wasn’t going to give my father’s money up. He wouldn’t dare give it to them if they killed me, even if they thought he was weak. There was nothing meant more to my dad than me. If I died, I was grateful for the time I got to spend with the guys. At least I knew what it felt like to love before everything ended.
“Watch her. I’m going out to smoke,” Justin told Wiley as they sat at the table in my line of sight.
Wiley sighed and waved Justin off.
“Whatever. Don’t take an hour like last time,” he replied.
Justin scoffed and headed out of the warehouse, leaving Wiley and I alone.
Wiley glanced over at me with a smirk before looking back at his magazine with provocative images spread across the pages.
I chewed on my bottom lip thoughtfully, knowing I had to try to take matters into my own hands if I wanted to make it out of this warehouse alive. Wiley had touched my hair or my face multiple times since I had been here, obviously liking how I looked. He thought his outright desire made him manly and strong, but I could make it his weakness.
Before I met the guys, this plan wouldn’t have ever crossed my mind, but I was more confident now. I knew how I could affect men, and I was going to put it to use to get myself the hell out of here. The next time Wiley looked at me, I tilted my head in a flirty manner, parting my legs slowly and as much as I could with my ankles tied to the legs of the chair.
Wiley lifted an eyebrow in interest. He slightly turned in his chair to get a better look at me, letting his eyes sweep over my suggestively posed body. With a chuckle, he rose to his feet and walked over to me.
“Finally giving in, huh? I knew you wanted me to touch you, slut,” Wiley smirked as he cupped my chin, lifting my eyes to his dark ones.
“According to your boss, I’m going to die in a few hours. I might as well make the most of the time I have left,” I replied, subtly dragging my teeth over my bottom lip in a suggestive bite.
Wiley hummed beneath his breath in interest. He trailed his fingers down the side of my neck toward the collar of shirt. His touch made me want to shudder out of disgust, but I dug my feet into the ground and steadied myself.
“Or you could give us the money, and I’ll still fuck you,” he said. “Win, win.”
I laughed lightly and gave him a pointed look. I hoped he wasn’t being serious, or he was just an idiot for thinking that was an actual possibility.
“I’m not going to do that,” I told him. “I want to go out strong… with a bang.”
Wiley tugged on the collar of my shirt slightly, taking a peek at my cleavage. He exhaled sharply, grinning at what he saw.
“I like the feisty ones,” he admitted. “You’re definitely the mouthiest one we’ve kidnapped.”
I tightened my jaw slightly to keep from snapping at him. How could people be so terrible? He had kidnapped multiple people, and he had probably killed them all too. The fact that he thought I was so interested in him made me sick to my stomach, but I would turn his cockiness against him.
“Guess you’ll have to find a good way to shut me up,” I replied as I glanced down at the obvious ridge in his jeans. He was already turned on, while I was sickened. I couldn’t believe I was still keeping up this act without vomiting, but I was determined to survive.