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With one hand on the small of my back, the other skirts around my throat to capture the back of my neck and pull me closer. Brushing his lips with mine, I suck in a sharp breath when his tongue flicks out to lick across my mouth.
“Stay calm,” he says, his voice laced with a steel edge that stiffens my body. “This is Robert Stark. He’s the one who hired those men to attack you, and I believe your father was aware of what was going on.”
I try to look back at them, but Adonis refuses to let go of my neck. “Why?” I whisper, hurt blossoming in my chest. “Why would he do that?”
“Princess, some men, they don’t know how to hold onto the things most precious to them.” My tear-filled eyes raise to his. “Your father is one of those men.”
Leaning closer, I grasp onto his shoulders as I ask a question I may not be able to handle the answer to. “Are you going to kill them?” The room feels like it freezes at my request for the truth.
Adonis’ eyes move to stare behind me, flicking from one man then to the other before returning to me. “Stark will die. What happens to your father is up to him.” Indicating my understanding, I get to my feet, and as I’m about to leave, I hear a sob behind me.
“Soren.” My father’s voice croaks with pain. “Don’t you see what he’s doing to me?”
The heat of Adonis is at my back, but I refuse to turn around. Leaning my head into his chest, I gaze up at him. “You’ll be certain he’s guilty first, right?” I could beg and plead for my father’s life; I’m almost certain Adonis would do as I wish if I did. But the truth is, I’ve never felt anything from the man who has fathered me for as long as I can remember.
“I will.” My eyes close when I feel his hands around the front of my throat. Not squeezing—much as I’d like that—but stroking me like a kitten needing soothing. “Back to bed, princess. Daddy will be up soon.”
I fall into the role seamlessly as I turn in his embrace and meld our lips together, tangling our tongues and accepting the passion he elicits from my body with every touch. I always turn liquid in his hands.
Drawing back, I lick my lips, feeling the swollen cock in Adonis’ pants. “Come soon, Daddy,” I whisper before returning up the way I came down.
Rather than heading to our bedroom, I go for the back door, where I see Blue sitting and staring outside. Flicking the light on, illumination filters across the patio as we step out. Settling in one of the deck chairs, I retrieve a blanket and cover my legs. The night holds a chill, but I can’t bring myself to go back inside.
So much has happened, is happening, and I need a moment to breathe deeply. I need the walls of my world to fall away and leave me with some kind of peace.
Blue climbs into the chair with me, forgetting he’s too big to be a lap dog, causing me to laugh as he snuggles in. “You’re lucky this chair is so big.” He grunts as he settles his chin on the arm.
Laying my head back, I picture a time when I won’t have to worry about the motives of others in my life. Eventually, my eyes begin to drift closed, and my body relaxes while my hand slowly stops scratching Blue’s belly.
Startled awake, I see that Blue has fallen off my lap and is lying too still at my feet. “Blue?” I whisper his name, fear freezing the blood in my veins when I think of him hurt or sick.
“He won’t be answering you,” a frosty voice whispers from behind. A hand wraps around my mouth before I can even attempt to scream for Adonis. Only as I’m lifted and forced from the chair do I realize the patio light is out.
Fighting and clawing at the arms holding me in an iron grip, it’s clear I’m about to be taken. Kidnapped by men who have an agenda that I can’t imagine means anything good for me.
Shoved into the trunk of a car, I bang on the lid until my hands are bruised and my throat is raw from screaming. I don’t know how long we drive for, but it feels like hours. Searching around me, I find a tire iron shoved beneath some cloth.
“Idiots,” I mutter as I sense the car slowing. I know there are at least two abductors. While I don’t think I can take them both, I will fight until I can’t anymore. This iron will be the only advantage that I have.
I feel the car turning, the sound of clanking and machinery muffled, and I know immediately that we must be close to the docks. Which one, I couldn’t guess. My frantic crying and pounding made it impossible to decipher more than what I felt.
The car comes to a stop, and two doors slam shut, shaking the vehicle. Muttered voices steadily travel farther and farther away, leaving me in the dark of the trunk. I recall a documentary I watched once about the strings placed in cars for people who get trapped, and I begin searching for one.
Finding it, I bite my tongue so I don’t scream out my triumph. Slowing my breathing down, I close my eyes and listen carefully. I don’t hear anyone, and I have no idea what I’ll find once I pull the lever, but I have to.
With a racing heart, I tug until I hear the trunk pop. Counting to ten before letting the lid open completely, I grip the tire iron tightly and slip from the small opening. Keeping low to the ground, I close the lid quietly before darting to a dark corner of the warehouse to gain my bearings.
There’s arguing from a room in the back. Stacks of crates and boxes are spread throughout the building, giving me plenty of hiding places, but I can’t locate a door to exit. The longer I wait, the more likely it will be that I get caught.
Searching for a better hiding spot, I freeze when I hear the large overhead door begin to rise. Panic seizes my heart as headlights brighten the area. Scrambling farther back into the corner, I hold my breath as the room darkens, and I wonder briefly if I can clear the opening before it shuts down.
My window of escape is closing, and the longer I wait, the more likely I’ll be caught or lose my chance. Peeking around the crates hiding my body, I notice three men exit a large SUV, all of them carrying guns and looking ready to kill.
“Did you get her?” the one coming out of the back shouts.
I keep my eye on the door as they make their way around the front, and seconds before it’s too late, I dart out, my bare feet slapping the concrete as I reach the door, sliding through the bottom crack just as I hear shouting and bullets pinging off the metal. Getting to my feet, I do a quick glance around, run to the closest building, and dash around the side.
Inhaling deeply, I don’t stop moving while trying to listen for the men who took me. Clearly, they know who I am, who I’m attached to. What I don’t know is what they want. The shouting and cursing continue as I keep moving. Hidden by the dark of night near a large garbage bin, I slip behind it and then crawl underneath, concealing my body at the same time two men come racing around the corner, searching for me. I know if they have flashlights, they’ll be able to see me.
