Page 105 of A Captive Situation

Fucking.

I loved it.

I was trying to give her some breakfast, but she caught my look. “Are you aware that you’re a loud lay?”

I startled back to the present, to the kitchen table, and almost dropped the fork in my hands.

“What?” My face flushed. “I am not.”

“Nothing wrong with that. Some guys like a screecher. Most guys find it annoying. If you want to keep him, I’d advise learning how to shut your mouth, though.”

“Shut up.” She was trying to get a rise out of me, and what was annoying was that it was working.

She seemed to know that too. Her smirk became mocking. “Then again, Creighton will just kill you both when he finds out what you did. So maybe enjoy it while you can. He does sound like a good one in bed. Rode you long, hard, and dirty, huh?” Her eyes were knowing. “That’s how it sounded.”

I hadn’t even considered her last night, that she could’ve heard us. That was embarrassing.

I shoved back from the table and began gathering everything up. “Breakfast is done.”

She began laughing. “You’re blushing. Where did he find you? Cause I know he wouldn’t give two shits if I heard you too. If you’d been more of a bitch, I would’ve found it disgusting. Since you’re kinda nice, it was a turn-on. Nothing to be embarrassed about.”

God. So mortifying. I hissed, “If you don’t shut up, I’ll gag you.”

That made her laugh harder.

I frowned her way. “You’re not acting like someone who’s been kidnapped.”

“How am I supposed to act?” Her face grew tight. “This isn’t my first rodeo.”

That got my attention. “You’ve been kidnapped before?”

Her eyes grew hard before cutting away. “Eight has a lot of enemies.”

“Eight?” I felt a little bad for her.

Her eyes got big, inhaling swiftly. “Creighton. He’s the biggest and baddest where I’m from, and every now and then some punk gets ambitious, starts thinking of ways to bring Creight to his knees. Lane doesn’t go to his knees for anyone.” She glanced my way, adding with an edge, “They all eventually learn.”

I did feel bad for her, considering what she must’ve gone through. “I’m sorry.”

Her eyes flared. Heated. “Fuck off. How about that? You’re going to be dead soon anyways.”

I wasn’t sure on the protocol of being the kidnapper versus being the kidnapped. I’d only recently switched roles. “For what it’s worth, we were already running for our lives.” More like hiding for our lives, but semantics.

She tilted her head. “What?”

“There was a contract put out on Jake’s head. I happened to be with him when the first guy tried to kill him and somehow my name got added to it. I guess we’re really not doing anything to make our situation worse. You don’t have to keep threatening us. This is a last-ditch effort to try and save our necks.”

She was looking at me as if I’d grown two heads. “You really are not from this world.”

I shrugged. “I’m from Montana. I came here to get away because my ex-fiancé called off our wedding because he knocked up my best friend.”

“You’re joking.”

I shook my head. “They’d been having a relationship behind my back for years.”

“How long?”

I wrinkled my nose. “He told me three years, but I think he was lying. Isn’t there a rule about liars? The number they give you, multiply it by three? It doesn’t matter really. Not anymore.”

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