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Fear shoots up my spine, locking my jaw.
As inconspicuously as possible, I unlock my phone, and dial 9-1-1.
I will not be kidnapped a second time. I won’t let him.
Won’t fucking?—
A hand around my mouth. An arm around my stomach.
The iron grip of the strongest man I’ve ever met hauls me off the ground.
My phone falls to the floor before I manage to hit thesendbutton.
20
HARPER
Screaming. Kicking my feet. Biting the inside of his palm.
He won’t budge, won’t even pause as he’s dragging me to the alley by my house. Deeper into the darkness.
Nothing stops Anderson. He’s kidnapping me again.
This is my fault. I could’ve run faster. I could’ve locked myself inside before he parked his car.
I called for the monster, and he answered.
“Let me go.” My muffled scream gets me nowhere.
“Kitten.” His lips are close to my ear. It’s not his mouth I feel. Fabric brushes against my skin. The same soft fabric that grazes my cheek. I twist my head to see him wearing a mask up to his eyes. “Be quiet. I’m trying to save your fucking life.”
I hear him, but I don't understand it.
Until I do, when he pulls me into the shadows, to the alley behind my home. I get what he’s saying now.
Terror shakes me to my core.
His debt.
He’s more dangerous than he’s let on. And I’m caught between him and the other predator.
I’m trapped. Terrified.
And he’s fucking feral. The way he looks at me.
Bamand I’m being pushed up against the wall.
The gaiter and hoodie transform him into a different person that I don’t recognize.
I’m shaking. Backing up farther into the wall.
There’s no place to run, though.
Nowhere.
I can’t run from myself, either. From the blood heating my veins. The wetness between my thighs.
“I’m going to remove my hand.” He leans into me, sensing my fear. “You’re going to be quiet for me.”
