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Not the loss of consciousness part but when he was on top of me and rock hard.
Now I’m…lying dead ass naked on some kind of small table across from a cramped kitchen in what appears to be a…travel camper? There are sheets of black plastic on the walls covering the windows and the floor. The kind of plastic serial killers use for easy clean up.
No. This can’t be fucking happening.
When I try to rub my fingers over my bleary eyes, they don’t reach my face because there are thick metal cuffs on my wrists attached to chains that must be bolted to the floor.
The table is low enough that with my long legs hanging off the edge, my bare feet are flat on the floor. But when I try to liftmy legs, two more chains rattle around me, then catch about six inches off the floor.
Oh, yeah. That son of a bitch in the suit is definitely going to kill me. I’ll deserve it too.
He’s right. I have a wife so amazing I couldn’t have thought to even dream of her before we met, a wife who spreads her legs for me morning, noon, and night, and I couldn’t stop thinking about being with a man.
Oh, and then I got excited by some psycho kicking my ass. And let him capture me like a little bitch. The same psycho who killed two menafterdigging out their eyeballs and…fucking the sockets.
I’m going to die with Maddie hating me…
“Ah, you’re finally awake,” the jackass says when he strolls over, his tall, wide frame blocking out most of the light. Even so, my head begins to throb. He stands over me looking even bigger and more dangerous from this angle. “I had to bop you on the head when you got rowdy in transit. Doubt you would even notice if there was any brain damage.”
With his suit jacket off, his shoulders look even wider, stretching the fabric of his button-down so thin I can nearly see through the white material. Both the sleeves are rolled up his thick forearms, revealing the kind of corded muscle only serious athletes have. I shouldn’t be admiring the man who is going to take my eyeballs and kidnap my wife.
“Who are you?” I ask him since he never told me his name or how he knows Maddie. Definitely not a cop. No, he’s the murderer the cops are looking for. “What…what do you want with Maddie?”
“My name is Eli Murphy, but I’m known around Vegas as Eligor, the man who tortures the enemies of mafia king Dante Salvato.”
“If you say so. And who the fuck is Dante Salvato?”
“Dante is Maddie’s overly protective, extremely violent mobster father.”
It takes longer than it should for all the pieces to fall into place. “Oh, fuck.”
Leaning over, he slaps my cheek several times in a row. “Oh, fuck is right, baby boy. You kidnapped the wrong mafia princess.”
“I didn’t kidnap Maddie. She begged to come home with me. I didn’t know who she was.”
“Would you have refused hera rideif you had known who she was?” he asks.
“No,” I answer without hesitation.
“Then you are as stupid as you look. It’s a shame too. I hate killing the pretty ones.”
He reaches down and brushes the hair off my forehead as he stares at me inthatway. And did he just call me pretty again?
I should be more concerned by the part he said about killing me but is he openly admitting that he’s attracted to me?
If that can help me get out of these chains so I can escape and kill him to keep him away from Maddie, then I have no problem going with it. Especially since I’ve been wondering what his massive body looks like naked from the moment he strutted into the garage.
Oh, fuck. That’s so messed up. I hate myself for just thinking it.
Besides, this guy is all talk. He won’t lay a finger on Maddie, not if what he said is true and he works for a ruthless mobster, Maddie’s father. But he will try to take her back to Vegas, even if she fights him every step of the way. And as easy as he was able to overpower me, Maddie won’t stand a chance.
“Kill me. Just kill me now and get it over with,” I tell him, changing my mind. I’d rather die than cheat on Maddie, even if it’s my only chance of walking out of this alive. I don’t care if shehas been lying about who she is and our marriage for an entire fucking year. I still love her. Whoever the hell she is.
“That’s not how this works, Jordan,” Eli replies, using my name like we’re old friends. “I like to play with my food before I kill it.”
His fingernails flick my cock painfully to show me how he plans to play with me.
I try to play it cool and calm. “So, I guess this is going to go a little differently from the last time I was kidnapped.”
