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CHAPTER THREE
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TAKE ME TO CHURCH
OPHELIA
I WAS SORE.
I was hungry.
I had to pee like I’d never had to pee before.
More than any of that, I was terrified.
And furious.
We’d driven for God knew how long before finally stopping. I’d hoped it was a gas station, but my increased screeching hadn’t led to a rescue.
Wherever we’d stopped, we were still there. When it became obvious no one could hear me—or they just didn’t care—I’d quieted and crouched to the side, playing possum. No one had come to check on me, but I’d used the time to rest and prepare for whatever came next.
The girls at work have probably already called the cops. I’ve never missed a day and a no-call, no-show sets off all sorts of warning flags and alarms. I just have to wait.
The cops will find my car, check the camera, and then come get me.
I’m good.
It’s okay.
I’ll be safe.
Eventually.
Close to hyperventilating, I blinked back tears and took some deep breaths. Once I had control of myself—but was dangerously close to losing control of my bladder—I stood and started banging on the door.
“I have to go to the bathroom!” When no one answered, I increased my pounding. “If I pee in here, it’ll be you cleaning it up. I’m well-hydrated, it’ll be a lot! Let me out, you stupid assholes.” My forehead landed on the door with a loud thud. “Someone will notice I’m gone. They’ll send help. I know people and they’ll kick your ass, you jerks! They’ll—”
The door opened suddenly, and I lost my balance and fell out.
Fortunately, someone caught me before I faceplanted onto the concrete.
Unfortunately, it was Psycho Tattooed Asshole.
His hair was even more mussed than earlier. And while he was still wearing the same tee, he’d added a leather vest thingy to it.
There were various patches on the worn leather, but the one that caught my eye was on his chest.
President.
“We’ve gotta work on your shit-talk, princess,” he said, but without the smirk or amusement he’d had that morning.
Had it really only been that morning?
Time slowed when I was locked in the back of a windowless van.
“No,” I snapped. “I have to go to the bathroom and then I’m leaving.”
“Is this before or after your rescue comes to kick my ass?”
