Page 239 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 2
But I’d been alone in the alley. And the club music was too loud.Oh God.I’d jinxed myself terribly. I’d just said how amazing everything was and now I was going to be murdered on the city streets.
There would be no wedding. I’d never get to see Melissa be happy. And this baby?
No.No fucking way. I would not let anything happen to my baby. “Help me!” I yelled even louder. I started hitting the back of his legs with my fists. “Help!” I was not going to be murdered today. Because it wasn’t just me I had to protect. I thought about my baby and the little boy I’d imagined him becoming. Brown eyes just like his father’s. The little goblin running around our living room. Long afternoons watching cartoons and snuggling.
“Put me down!” I screamed, tears trailing down my cheeks. But that strategy wasn’t working. And now I was choking, trying not to puke everywhere. So I stopped hitting him. “Please. I won’t tell anyone what happened. Just let me down. Do you want money? You can have anything you want in my purse. Please just let me go.”
He didn’t respond.
“Someone help me! I’m pregnant! He’s hurting my baby!” I slammed my fist into the back of his leg. For a second, I thought he was going to fall over. Instead, he just shifted me again.
And my belly lurched.
No.
I tried to swallow it down, but I couldn’t. I morning sickness-ed myself all over the stupid bag on my head. And then I just kept throwing up because of the smell. And…
“Gross,” the guy said. “I did not sign up for this.”
My stomach lurched again.
I heard a car door open.
“I don’t think you want her in there,” the man said. “She just…threw up.”
He wasn’t going to throw me in the back of a car and murder me?
“What?! Why’d you make her vom?!”
I’d recognize Justin’s voice anywhere. “Justin? What the hell!” He was a dead man. I reached out like I could strangle him, even though I couldn’t see him.
He yelped. “I was just trying to get everyone’s hearts racing before the main event!” He tore the bag off my head and screamed at the top of his lungs as the bag and some vomit splattered onto the sidewalk.
I just stared at the city sidewalk from my upside-down vantage point and tried not to throw up again. I groaned.
“Put her down!” Justin demanded.
Now that I knew I was safe, I didn’t want to be put down. “No,” I groaned. Because being put down meant turning right side up.And right side up meant my stomach churning again and the vomit going on me instead of the sidewalk. Not that it mattered. I could see it in the tips of my hair.
I’d been scared to death. And then relieved. And now so gross. I started crying.
“Justin, what the hell?” Daphne said as she climbed out of the limo, holding a clean bag that must have been on her head.
“Oh my God, Penny, are you okay?” Bee said and stumbled out of the limo next to Daphne.
“Here, let me see if I can help,” Daphne said. “If we put this bag around her hair…”
“No, I’ve got this,” said Justin. “Get that bag back on your head and your bachelorette butt back in the car!” He turned to Bee. “You too you blonde Goddess.”
And then he tore his shirt off, one of the buttons almost hitting my eye. He wrapped up my hair, turban style, before the big strong kidnapper man set me down on my feet. Justin reached into my turban and pulled out a fancy satin scarf. He dotted my face with it.
“You okay?” he asked.
“No!” I slapped his hand away. “Not even a little. What the heck were you thinking?”
“I was thinking exactly what I said…that I wanted to get everyone’s hearts racing before the main event.”
I just stared at him. “And what’s the main event?”
