Page 46 of Dark Prince

“Track her.” I state, knowing he will know exactly what I’m talking about. He’s the one who helped me get the tracker into the lock in the first place.

“Son,” Ethan says as I hear him tapping away at something.

“I’m fine, find her.” I hang up the phone and drop into the passenger seat as Kenan takes off down the road. My fists open and close several times as the anger rolls through me. My body feels like it’s on fire and my soul is fighting to stay with me. I’ve been angry before, but I’m fucking fuming now. My heart slams against my chest as my mind races. How did I let this happen? How did I let someone get the fucking jump on me? I punch the dashboard and growl out my anger as Kenan speeds faster, hitting the on ramp for the highway.

My phone rings and I pull it out, seeing Ethan’s name on the screen I swipe the call on and answer, “Anything?”

“Wherever she is, the tracker isn’t being located.”

“Fuck!” I shout, looking over to my brother. “Get us home.”

?Chapter Twenty Five

?Cordelia

My blindfold is firmlyin place, tied into my hair and pulling it hard as I wrestle the binds on my wrists, trying to get free. I saw that asshole come up on Axel, but the guy was hitting him faster than I could say anything. I fought and kicked until I was also knocked out, too. I have no idea where I am now, I could be fucking anywhere and who knows how much times passed since I was with Axel.

When I try to stand up, I can’t. The chair I’m in is holding me down, am I bound to it also? Who the fuck has me? I try to move my mouth but something pinches and pulls at my skin. Tape? Is there fucking tape on my mouth. Pushing my tongue out, I taste the horribleness of duct tape, gross. But I’m going to get this fucking thing off so I can try to use my teeth to undo the binds on my wrist. My tongue feels raw as I keep licking to remove the tape, and I’m so close. Whoever took me is going to regret it, I won’t just fucking let this happen again, not like I did with Axel. I will kill everyone.

“Yeah, she’s still out, we want a full once over.” I hear a man’s voice, slightly shaky, older. I stop moving and drop my head to play the role of the unconscious victim. Maybe they’re going to remove the binds and I can work with that. I just need my hands, I can do the rest.

Someone grabs my arm and there’s a prick forcing me to jump, “Looks like we woke her.” A different voice says, this one younger and closer. Is he the one who just did whatever, it feels like a needle in my skin. Are they taking blood? I try to fight him off, but again, I’m literally bound to the chair.

The tape is ripped off my mouth, burning my skin making me hiss. These motherfuckers, all of them, fuck men and their need to control me and tell me what to do and when to do it and how to like it, I’m going to kill them all.

“Settle down, Cordelia.”

Did he just.

“Calm down!” someone else shouts as I keep moving, because fuck him. I keep trying to fight out of these fucking rope things that are too fucking tight.

The needle is pulled out and I try to head butt in the direction I think the person is but, nope, nothing. Fuckers. I will kill all of them, one slow fucking second at a time. I will take pleasure in watching the life leave their eyes as I stick shit into them. Motherfuckers.

“I’ll have this sent out, we should get a pee sample too, do a quick drug test to see if they have her on anything to make her more pliable and agreeable.” The younger voice says.

“Open your mouth baby, I’ll pee for ya!” I say, air kissing out to him.

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