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I simply nod.
“Good girl,” he says. “Now get out of the tub and get dressed. You’re coming with me.”
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Ariana
Stay calm, Ariana, I think to myself. Whatever he wants, he needs me alive for it; otherwise, he would’ve killed me already.
The thought doesn’t feel as reassuring as it should be, but it gives me enough energy to at least get moving. I’m about to come out of the water when I stop and give him the nastiest glare I can conjure. “Do you mind?” I ask, my voice trembling.
“Not at all,” he replies.
I take a deep breath, hoping that someday I will be able to live down this shame. Until then, I have no choice but to stand up, wet and naked and fresh off an orgasm in front of a complete stranger.
Did I not lock the door? I swear I remember locking the door.
His gaze lingers on my body for a fleeting second, his nostrils briefly flaring as he looks away. Honestly, if he weren’t about to kidnap me, I’d actually think he was hot.
With shaky legs, I manage to get out of the tub and quickly pat myself down with a towel before putting some clothes on. He steps into the hallway and motions for me to follow him, the gun permanently trained on me.
Once we reach the door, he has me slip into a pair of sneakers that I left nearby and brusquely takes me into the hallway. I keep looking around, hoping that one of the neighbors might step out and see us, but nobody does. At this hour, the whole building is probably drifting off to sleep while I’m getting kidnapped.
Damn.
“Who are you?” I ask in a hushed tone as he grabs me by the arm and takes me down the stairs. “What do you want?”
“Did I say you could talk?” he shoots back without even looking at me.
He’s too busy scanning our surroundings, making sure that we’re completely unnoticed. We exit out through the back door of the building, and I freeze again at the bottom of the steps. He didn’t come alone. There are three motorcycles parked in the back alley where I’m well aware the building’s cameras don’t work.
“Come on,” the man says, yanking me away from the steps.
“Hold on,” I gasp, shaking my head in pure horror as I realize he wants me to ride on a motorcycle with him. “Are you insane? I’m not getting on that!”
“He’s not asking,” another man says.
“I’m not getting on a motorcycle with you,” I hiss, anger suddenly taking over and getting the better of me.
The first man brings the gun up and presses it against my temple. The feel of the cold steel is enough to stop me from moving altogether. “You are, Ariana, whether you like it or not.”
He knows my name. And his gun could end me in a second.
I need to stay calm. I need to do as I’m told in order to secure my survival. One deep breath later, and I’m given a passenger helmet to wear while the man gets on his bike and turns the ignition. His partners quietly wait while I try to figure out a way to climb onto the seat behind him. The rumbling sound of the Harley echoes through the entire back alley, and I know they don’t want to stay here too long. The last thing I should do is piss them off, so I clumsily climb on the bike and wrap my arms around my kidnapper’s waist.
God, this is insane.
I hold on for dear life as we ride through Everton City like ghosts in the middle of the night. The gun is no longer pointed at me, I realize, once we stop at a red light. A pickup truck pulls up beside us.
“If you scream or make the slightest hand gesture, my partners will kill him,” the kidnapper says, his voice raised over the sound of the hogs.
I nod slowly in understanding.
The driver of the truck gives us a curious look, but as soon as the light turns green, he floors it and goes on his merry way. Could I have tried to ask for his help? Could I have tried to simply jump off the bike and start running? I could have, but better not to risk it. They would probably still shoot me. If I were to get away, I could give the police a description and they can’t have that. That’s why he showed his face in the first place—to make sure I knew how serious this was.
I’m the mayor’s daughter. He knows my name; he knows who I am.
My father. This has something to do with him.
