Page 81 of Unexpectedly Wanted
I had a connection to my computer. I wasn’t sure if anyone would ever see it, but I was going to find a way to send something.
Checking over my shoulder, I noticed Desmond was watching me. However, I had this idea that he didn’t have a single damn clue what I was doing on here. He was just the muscle. The guy that would keep me here and probably the one to put me down later.
So, I went for it.
Unfortunately, the skinny one came back, and the way he watched me made me so nervous I couldn’t do anything.
“I’m going to go take a nap,” Desmond said. I knew he wasn’t speaking to me, so I just kept staring at the screen in front of me. “Don’t mess with him.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Skinny Guy said, but I still felt his piercing gaze on me.
I didn’t care for Desmond because he was a bad guy. He was a murderer. But there was something about the other guy that just made my skin crawl.
I was very curious about what he did with Ken’s body. If anything, I wanted to know where and how I might end up. Would I be buried somewhere in the middle of nowhere? And if so, would they chop me up first? Or burn my body? Maybe even stuff me in a barrel and leave me in the woods. There were so many options, and I might have gotten lost thinking about it for a long while.
When I started to feel like I was going to throw up, I forced myself to stop.
The legs of a chair scraped over the concrete floor. I closed my eyes as he drew closer. Then it stopped. He was much too loud as he sat down at the corner of the desk I was at. I flinched when I heard something hit the top of the desk. Opening my eyes, I saw him take a wrapped-up sub out of a bag. He unrolled the paper and picked up half of it. His elbows rested on the hard surface, eyes glaring at me, as he took a huge bite.
The scent of fresh bread filled my nose. I couldn’t help but stare oddly at the sub. The bread looked soft and good. But it wasn’t that I was hungry or wanted some of it. It was that the smell reminded me of Remy.
It reminded me of one of the things that he loved.
It reminded me of how he’d shared that with me.
It reminded me that I was never going to get to share moments like that with him ever again.
My eyes became watery, but I didn’t cry.
“It’s good. Betcha wish you had some of this instead of that stale-ass bagel,” he taunted, taking another huge bite.
I refused to look at him.
“It’s hard to concentrate when you’re right there,” I said flatly, eyes going back to the screen. “I’m sure your boss wouldn’t be happy with you distracting me.”
He rose suddenly, and I couldn’t stop myself from flinching. I smelled the ham and mustard on his breath as he leaned over into my space.
“I can’t wait to get my hands on you,” he said.
Stiff as a board, I forced myself not to react.
He laughed maniacally as he snatched up his food and walked away. I heard him settle somewhere behind me, but I didn’t look.
Then I got back to work, even more determined to send out what I could.
It wasn’t an S.O.S. I knew it was too late for that.
But at least I could go, knowing Remy would find it, and he’d take them down.
29
Remy
The sun was coming up.
We’d been working all night.
And I felt like we had nothing. Not even a clue.
