Page 9 of Sinner's Ransom: Taken
Chapter Three
They moved Montgomery after dark. He struggled and kicked, but no matter how hard he fought them, he couldn’t get free from their hold. He shouldn’t have been surprised, it was five versus one, but Montgomery wasn’t going down without a fight.
Surely Richard noticed he was missing by now. The bodyguards would have awoken from the nasty bumps on their heads and told him, right? Except, it was far too suspicious.
When they’d stopped at that red light, Montgomery had no idea where they were. He’d looked up from his phone long enough to see the men jump out from the SUV in front of them. Then, they attacked. His fingers had stumbled over the 9-1-1 buttons of his phone, and just as he was about to hit Call, he’d been dragged from the car and lost his phone. Now he was a prisoner, being driven to God knew where, and there wasn’t a damned thing he could do about it.
His jaw throbbed from where that motherfucker punched him, and his belly rumbled in hunger. He didn’t know the time, but it would have to be at least four or five hours since he was taken. As much as he hoped Richard would be worried about him, Montgomery knew not to kid himself by now. His dad only cared about his image.
Montgomery slumped against the leather seats of the BMW and sighed. He peered at the man beside him. Instead of sitting in the passenger’s seat like he had when they first took him, Stone—that’s what his crew called him—had sat in the back beside him. Montgomery would have had to be blind not to notice how good-looking he was. As much as he hated to admit it, Stone was the kind of guy Montgomery would hook up with. Bulky with muscles and tall, he had short brown hair and dark blue eyes, with a straight nose. His lips were kissable, and he had a gorgeous smile—when it wasn’t filled with the wicked intent that made Montgomery’s blood freeze in his body. But fuck that. He didn’t care how hard this guy made his cock. He wasn’t going to stoop that low. This piece of shit could kiss his ass.
“What do you want with me?” Montgomery snapped, glaring with distaste at Stone.
Stone didn’t bother to glance at him. He had his legs crossed and his phone in his hands. He typed something into the cell phone and then let it drop on the seat beside them, close to Montgomery. All he had to do was reach out and grab it, except he didn’t have a death wish. He had to take things slowly.
“You know why you’re here.” Stone leaned back against the leather.
“Because you want money from Richard. But why us? You could have kidnapped much richer people’s sons. Why me?” The ropes on his wrists burned every time he moved his hands.
“You’ll learn everything soon enough.”
“So I’m right, then, thereisa reason you chose me. What did Richard do to you? You said he was a criminal. How?”
Stone sighed and closed his eyes, his head resting back against the seat like he was going to fall asleep. “You ask too many questions.”
Montgomery glared even though he knew he wouldn’t see it. “Don’t I deserve answers? You fucking kidnap me, tie me up, and now you’re taking me somewhere in the middle of nowhere. I need to know why.”
The older man in the front seat grunted. “You don’t deserve shit, kid. That’s your problem. You always got what you wanted in life. It’s about time someone said no to you.”
“You know what I call that? Jealousy.” Montgomery shoved forward so the old guy could see his face. “I bet you never had money as a child. Poor little baby.”
When he reached around to grab him, Montgomery shot backward against the seat and smirked.
“Better keep your eyes on the road, old man.”
He cursed. “Someone needs to teach you manners.”
“And someone needs to teachyouthat you can’t kidnap people because their dad pissed you off.” Montgomery directed this at Stone again, but the other man didn’t seem interested. He had his eyes closed, his breathing soft as his chest rose and fell. He had to be asleep.
Montgomery’s gaze focused on the phone on the seat beside him. They were amateurs, that was the only explanation for it, but this was his chance and he couldn’t miss it. He might not get another one. He inched his hands closer, then paused, waiting for Stone to wake up, but he didn’t move. Another inch. Stone did nothing but continue breathing slowly. Finally, his hand touched the phone, and he dragged it across the seat, closer to his thigh.
The old man in the driver’s seat didn’t notice either. He was too busy paying attention to the road.
Montgomery smiled in triumph and hit the round button on the phone to wake it up. It was an older style Samsung, nothing fancy, and it didn’t even have a passcode on it. This couldn’t get any easier for him. He unlocked the phone with a slide of his thumb and a picture of Stone and a beautiful young lady with dark hair flashed across the screen. They were cuddled close for the photo, their smiles bright, faces young and joyful. Stone had to have been in his early twenties in this photo.
Montgomery tapped the green Phone button and typed in 9-1-1, thankful that it didn’t make a noise with each press of a number. He hit Call and a breath of relief rushed through him. The cops, and Kaden, could come find him from the phone signal, and then he could return home, back to his luxury.
The phone beeped, far too loudly, and a note flashed across the screen: Got you. Nice try.
Montgomery’s lungs froze in his chest.
“How did that work out for you?” Stone’s eyes slipped open and he grinned.
Montgomery swallowed the fear that lodged in his throat.
“Did you really think I was that stupid?” He snatched the phone out of Montgomery’s hands and unclipped the back of it to flash at him. “No SIM card, and I had Salvatore disconnect it from the phone system so you can’t call 9-1-1. He’s handy like that, and I really wanted to see you try.”
Montgomery pressed his lips together and shoved his hands between his thighs to stop them from trembling. He raised his chin, forcing whatever courage he had to face off with his smug kidnapper.
