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“You’re a little strange if you think sweats are hot.”
“Says the girl who’s running into the arms of her kidnappers.”
“It’s not strange since the kidnappers are hot,” I smiled sweetly, a groan leaving him.
“My dick really likes you and you’re not even acquainted yet.”
Cruz scowled, yanking open the car door before glaring at his friend.
“Your dick won’t be going anywhere near her. Get in the front, I don’t trust you in the back with her.”
Drake flipped him off before putting the painting in the trunk, but I faked a whine.
“I was really looking forward to him railing me, you cockblocker.”
“Don’t you start,” Cruz snapped as Drake barked out a laugh. “Get in.”
Once we were in the car, Cruz looked back at me from the driver’s seat and gave me an apologetic look.
“I’m really sorry about this.”
“The fuck for? You’re saving me,” I answered seriously, motioning to the massive house behind us. “That might look like a castle made for a princess but it’s a fucking prison. If you decide to let me go later, I’m sure as hell not coming back here.”
“He’s your Uncle?” That made me frown.
“Uh, no. He’s my father.”
“Penelope Whitlock died. I swear she did,” he grumbled with confusion. He’d gotten me and Emily mixed up.
I clicked my seat belt into place before answering him.
“My sister Emily died when she was fifteen. That’s what you’re thinking of.”
“I know about her.” He started the car, lifting his eyes to me in the rearview mirror. “Penelope died three years later from pneumonia. So are you sure you’re Penelope?”
“I’m Penelope!” I bit out as I became frustrated. “I don’t know how to make you believe me, but—”
“We’ll figure it out when we get back to our place. We’ll order pizza and talk about it, okay?”
His eyes were gentle, soothing the irritation in a way I’d never felt before. He looked upset, making me realize he was telling the truth.
He didn’t make a habit of kidnapping anyone and he was freaking the fuck out.
I nodded, forcing my eyes away from his to stare out the window as he started driving away from the place I’d called home my entire life.
It felt so fucking good to be free, even if it was only for a while.
Chapter Three
Cruz
Stone was going to fucking kill me. Drake and I both said we could handle the job alone since it was supposed to be straight in and out, but the girl currently occupying my backseat had blown it all to shit.
Part of me wanted to pull over and let her out, I wasn’t into kidnapping women, but I couldn’t risk it now.
She knew too much.
Drake kept turning around to watch her curiously and I knew this was going to become an even bigger problem if he got attached to her. He wore a mask of humor and jokes to hide the vulnerabilities below the surface, always searching for more out of life.
