Page 60 of How to Hack a Hellhound
Because, you know, kidnapped and all that.
“Untie me,” I demanded, shifting the chair around a bit.
He crawled over and felt around my ankle, pulling at the zip tie.
“I can’t, Q. They’re zip ties. I have nothing to cut them with,” he said.
Fuck. “Did you see who took you?” I asked.
He shook his head, then said, “What do you know? What’s going on? What’s going to happen to us?”
“We’ve been kidnapped, and we’re probably going to be sold into a sex trafficking ring. So, you know, that’s fun,” I snapped. I wiggled my arms and legs again, but Emmett wasn’t even trying to untie me.
“Does this have something to do with that guy you left with before you ghosted us all?” he asked, looking at me.
I stopped struggling. That guy I left with? Like Emmett didn’t knowexactlywho that guy I left with was. Like Emmett hadn’t fuckingbetme that I couldn’t get Marcus to take me home with him.
Motherfucker.
I stopped struggling. Fucking Emmett? He was… fuck, he wasboring.He had fucking dimples, for fuck’s sake. No way was he the guy who was setting people up to be bought. No way.
Only he always had money, didn’t he? He’d said he grew up poor, but he was never short on funds. He’d picked up the tab more than one night out. He lived in a great apartment. He told everyone he was in business, and he did well. He was always vague about his job. Boring stuff, he’d said. He wasn’t really close to anyone, but he knew everyone.
I stared at him, and he stared back at me. He didn’t even look scared, the stupid fuck.
“You know, if you’re going to pretend to be another victim, you should be crying or at least panicking or something. You suck at this, Em.” If he was the buyer’s man, I wasn’t going to bother trying to be civil.
He stood up and brushed himself off. “You’re always such an asshole, Q.”
“It’s a gift,” I bragged. “Got me laid more times than you, didn’t it?”
“Oh, you’re gonna get laid quite a bit in the future, Q, don’t you worry.” He actually smirked at me as he said it.
Fucking bastard.
“How many ‘friends’ have you set up, Em? How many guys have you sold into human trafficking?” I asked.
I figured I’d pump him for as much info as I could before Liam got here. I’m sure he could track my phone.
Fuck. My phone. I jiggled a little, and I realized the weight of it wasn’t in my pocket. I didn’t think my wallet was in my pocket either. I’d left my keys with my jacket at the coffee shop. Abduction hadn’t been on today’s bingo card.
I was going to have Liam put a fucking tracker under my skin at this rate.
Still, he’d find me. He’d track cars and people in and out of the back alley of the coffee shop, and he’d find me. He’d hack cameras and all sorts of shit. It just might take a little longer than I liked.
Emmett was smirking as he stared at me. “What’s the matter, Q? Not thrilled at the prospect of being a drugged-out sex slave? Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you don’t enjoy it. I usually try to make things easier on the guys, but you’re such a prick. You’ve caused enough trouble for the operation that you deserve a little punishment. You’ll have some company when you’re shipped off as well. We’ve got a nice sized shipment of three of you this time.”
“You sick fuck. You’re selling people you fucking befriend into slavery, and you don’t even give a fuck. What the fuck is wrong with you?” I seethed.
“They’re drifters. People who won’t be missed. Men who are on the fringes of society already. Half of them are already on drugs.” He shrugged.
“Because they’re at a fuckingclub, you asshole. You really think that makes what you do ok?” I hissed.
“Eh. It may not win me any humanitarian awards, but it makes me very wealthy.” Emmett opened up the door and pulled a chair from outside in, sitting down and continuing to stare at me. “Do you have any idea how much trouble you’ve caused us?”
I laughed. “Oh, I have plenty of idea.”
“All the men I work with have gone silent. We can’t find any trace of their arrest, so that means somehow you scared them all away. I suppose that might be for the best, since many of them could be tied together,” he reasoned.
