Page 3 of Savage Daddies
“Young lady, I suggest you watch your language and your tone from here on out.” His grip on me is strong but not quite bruising. He leans down, putting his face level with mine, and his hot breath wafts against my cheek. Even though I’m sure I hate him and even though it’s wrong and unsanitary, I have the oddest desire to feel his lips pressing against mine.
“We’re far enough from the trails by now,” Nash says. “Go ahead and tell her the truth.”
“Gladly.”
“The truth?” My heart commences racing and my suspicions from earlier creep back in. “Why-why are we far away from the trails? You said we were taking a shortcut!”
“We said we were taking you on a shortcuthome,” Axel replies. “And we are. But you don’t live in Emerald anymore, little girl. You’re going to live with us. In the wildlands.”
Chapter Two
Full panic sets in. I kick and scream and try to escape with all my might, but Nash tosses me over his shoulder as if I weigh nothing. I don’t understand. Why do the Rangers live this far away from the walls of Emerald? It doesn’t make sense. Unless...
Fierce-looking savage men.
Unless they’re not Rangers.
They’re savages. Real-life savages.
Sheena’s story comes back to me and I increase my struggles, only for a stinging slap to impact upon my bottom. I gasp and cry out at the sudden pain. It takes me a moment to realize Nash struck me, but once I do I kick and scream harder and louder than before. How dare they treat me this way?
“Kidnapping is illegal!” I yell. “Punishable by up to five years in a Rehabilitation Center!”
From my awkward upside-down position, I witness Axel pulling a boat out from behind a line of bushes. He drags it closer to the shore, near enough for small waves to lap at it. My stomach drops at the sight.
“In case you haven’t figured it out yet, little girl, we aren’t citizens of Emerald or any other techno-city.” Axel grabs two lengths of rope from the boat. “We’re free men. Born and raised in the wildlands.”
Born? No one is born anymore. What the hell is he talking about? Before I can ask, Axel approaches and ties my hands together with one length of robe. I’m stunned to my very core and infuriated when he moves behind me and does the same to my ankles.
“Fuck you, you dumb, dirt-eating fuckers!”
“That’s enough,” Nash says as he carries me to the boat. He places me on a blanket in the center of the boat and puts a finger beneath my chin, forcing me to hold his dark gaze. “Good little girls don’t use bad language. The next time you curse at us or show us disrespect, I will pull down your pants and panties and spank your bare little bottom.”
My face heats at his threat. A spanking? He thinks he can threaten me with a primitive punishment? If I wasn’t tied up, I would punch him square in his bearded face. I settle for more cursing.
“Eat a dick sandwich.”
