Page 45 of Entangled By You
Instead of heading out with Pierce to finally start on the baby shopping now that we know we’re having a girl, he drops me at the house and heads out to do whatever it is he does.
Maybe Harlow would be up for a little retail therapy?
I balance my phone, waiting for the call to connect, while entering the passcode for the front door. As soon as the door shuts and locks behind me, my phone crashes to the floor.
A hooded figure stands down the hall, cloaked in shadows.My stomach flips, a cold sweat instantly beading down my spine.
It’s him, he’s finally come back to finish what he started before he disappeared.
Shuffling back, I reach for the door lock, not wanting to turn my back on the man who left me for dead. Instead of the cool touch of metal that should mean my salvation, my shoulder bounces off a firm chest.
Slowly, I scan my eyes from the intruder who still hasn’t moved in front of me to the threat breathing down my neck.
“Where do you think you’re going?” His saccharine smile has bile clawing up the back of my throat, and my hand dropping protectively over my stomach.
“I don’t know who you are, but you need to leave. My boyfriend will be in any minute,” I lie through my teeth, somehow managing to find the strength to speak.
“No, I don’t think he will.”
Comes a voice from behind me, one I know all too well.
My hands are ripped behind me, throwing off my balance. I lose my footing, tripping into the wall with a forceful thud against my head.
“Fucking let me go,” I seethe, kicking out behind me, but it’s no use.
The man in front of me flips open a knife out of nowhere, dropping it to my stomach—threat and intention obvious.
“Shut the fuck up, you stupid whore, or I’ll slice you open like a fat hog.” His dank breath invades my nostrils, but his words are the bucket of ice water on the fire inside me.
I can’t let anything happen to us. I have to protect us at all costs. I stop fighting my captor as I’m hauled into the living room. One of my dining room chairs is placed awkwardly in the center of the room where my coffee table usually sits.
Not only did they break into my house, but they also rearranged my furniture.That’s so not the point right now, Lex,I chide myself.
“Tie her hands and feet to the chair. I think it’s time I get my answers.”
The lights in the living room spring on, shocking my system, but I don’t need to see his face to know who I’m dealing with. I’m shoved into the chair, the man with the threatening tone making quick work to secure me.
Robert Montgomery sits perched across from me in the fifteen-dollar thrift-store chair that Harlow and I found. He’d probably stand if he knew where it came from—pretentious prick.
“You are a hard woman to get alone these days, Ms. Kane. Seems your bodyguard boyfriend likes to keep you close.”
I hope he’s right, and whatever chore the club has Pierce working on will have him hauling ass back home in no time. But I know better than to get my hopes up. Sometimes he’s gone for an hour, other times he sneaks away late after I’ve fallen asleep and is still gone in the morning. The only reason I realize this is because our baby uses my bladder as a personal trampoline park.
“What do you want?” I spit.
“Don’t play dumb. I’d say it doesn’t suit you, but I think you fit the stereotype quite well. You know why I’m here.”
“You say I’m the dumb one, but how many times do I have to tell the cops, tell your wife, I don’t know where your piece of shit son is.”
His boisterous laughter fills the small room, bouncing off the walls, with its haunting taunts. Unfolding from his relaxed position, he closes the space between us, leaning down to meet my gaze.
If I weren’t terrified of the man with the knife behind me, I might do something stupid like head butt him and try to break myself out of this chair. But that’s not an option.
“Oh, my son is long gone. Your boyfriend made sure of that. But that’s not why I’m here. Where are the files?” he seethes, and my blood runs cold.
LET THE WORLD BURN
PIERCE
