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I was panicking.

I was starting to hyperventilate.

Everything was all ... ugh. I had no idea, but as Jake got behind the wheel, started the engine, and drove away, I knew one thing.

He waskidnappingme!

Chapter Ten

Sawyer

I woke, tied to a bed, and instant anger boiled in me.

I was about to lose my mind. Kidnapped! I was freaking kidnapped. What the hell? I didn’t come to New York City for this. To be in a freakingTakenstoryline.

And I had liked Jake. I’d been attracted to him.

I had legit lost my mind.

Kidnapped. I still couldn’t believe it.

“Ahhhh! Let me out of here! You asshole.” I struggled, but my wrists were tied to the bedposts. I could talk, and my legs were left free, so yay for that. I could do windmills in the air above me, but that was it. I didn’t think he’d climb on top of me so I could ... There was a thought.

I’d been ready to let loose with another scream, but I quieted, now thinking.

Headlights flashed through the windows. Tires moved over gravel as a vehicle approached the cabin.

I had no idea how long I’d been here. He hadn’t said anything to me as we were driving, but I knew we weren’t in the city anymore. We pulled up to some cabin. I got a glimpse when he carried me inside. He asked if I needed to go to the bathroom, and yes. Of course. I’d downed three cups of coffee after the shooting and two before the first one. Mybladder was screaming, but he wouldn’t let me go to the bathroom alone, so I couldn’t do anything. When I was done, he tied me to the posts.Again.

He took off after that, and eventually I fell asleep.

Every muscle in my body ached, and I needed to go to the bathroom again.

I looked up, wondering if the universe was listening and could help a jilted girl out.

The headlights turned off, and it wasn’t long before I heard keys outside the window. I strained to hear him enter the house, but couldn’t. The guy was as silent as a cat. That was annoying.

The bedroom door opened, but no lights were turned on. My eyes had adjusted a while ago so I could see him come straight for me, moving lithely, so quiet, like a ghost. He stopped in front of me.

I glared at him,sowishing for the power for murder by vision.

Alas, it wasn’t working.

I couldn’t make out his face, so I couldn’t get a read on what he was thinking, but I was hurting, and before I knew it, a whimper left me.

He let out a small sigh and squatted by the bed, moving a little bit into the moonlight so I could see him. Jesus. There was a burning in his gaze, and his jaw was clenched so tight. Whatever he’d been doing, he hadn’t been happy about it.

He gave me a long contemplative look, his face hard. Raking a hand over his face, he exhaled sharply. “I know you’re not going to believe me, but I didn’t have time to explain and for you to understand. I took you for your safety.”

I snorted, still glaring. “You’resuchan asshole.”

He leaned back, but still in the squatting position.

I hated when people could do that. It always looked so cool and so comfortable, and I was not a person who could do that. Angie Papdailier loved doing that in high school. She’d been cheerleader captain, and the sweetest, and all the guys wanted her. So of course she could rest on theback of her heels from a squatting position. Like, way to rub it in howextralucky you are, and the fact Jake was doing that?

Not cool.

I ramped up my glaring wattage.

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