I looked behind me, but was greeted with nothing but the stillness of the open space.
Was I being followed?
I quickened my pace, wanting to turn back around and run back to the house, but was afraid I would run into—
I didn’t know who.
I cut through a walkway that would lead me to the back of my parents’ house.
Three minutes later, I was breathing hard, but I could see the big, white house in my line of sight.
Just a few more minutes, and I would be in the safety of the house, just—
Someone grabbed me from behind.
I struggled in his hold, and he tightened his arms around me.
“Get off me!” I screamed out.
“Ryleigh. It’s okay. It’s me.”
I stilled from his voice.
He loosened his hold around me, but he didn’t let me go. He carried me to the waiting truck and deposited me on the passenger-side bench before I could really react. I watched as he ran around to the driver’s side.
I waited until he had closed the door before turning a glare at him.
“What the hell, Roman? What are you doing?”
The corner of his lips tilted up in a small smirk.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” he asked, turning fully toward me. “I’m abducting you.”
25
ROMAN
“Come again?”she asked me.
I put the truck in drive and took off.
I had been hanging around this neighborhood for the last three fucking hours, waiting for her to come out of the house. I would have waited all day and night if that was what it took, but luckily for me, my little innocent decided to go for a walk.
Still, it was best to get out of this neighborhood before I drew any attention to myself.
I was done waiting for her to come to her senses.
She could grieve the loss of her father—that was expected—but I couldn’t let her grieve out of my sight.
I wanted to be the one to comfort her when she was hurting.
I wanted her close to my side.
It might be selfish, but I couldn’t fucking wait any longer.
“It’s exactly as I said. I’m abducting you.”
“Are you crazy?” she asked. She wasn’t in hysterics like I had expected, so things were going well.