Page 196 of Wreck Me

I wavered, but it wasn’t enough to knock me out.

That was solved in the next second as another grasped the back of my head, then slammed my face into the hood of my car.

Lights out.

My head was pounding.

That, along with a burning ache down the side of my face were the first things I became aware of as I regained consciousness.

I tasted dried blood on my lips, likely coming from the graze I could feel on my face.

It didn’t take much for it all to come back to me.

Being surrounded down that backroad by armed men, then being knocked out.

Shit.

I went to reach for the gash, only to find that I couldn’t due to some sort of restriction. My hands were bound.

I blinked hard several times, fighting to clear my blurry vision, before I was actually able to make out my surroundings.

I was sitting on a steel chair, my wrists tied to the arms, and my ankles tied to the legs. With zip ties of all things. One of the worst things to be bound with, because there was no inching out of them, and no give either.

I was still dressed in what I had been earlier, my leather jacket, white shirt, and blue jeans. Even my shoes were still on. My phone was gone, though, I couldn’t feel it pressing against me as it usually did from where I kept it in the inside pocket of my jacket.

The small room I was confined to was concrete on all sides, even the floor and ceiling.

An unfinished basement somewhere, perhaps? Maybe a storage area, a warehouse?

Yeah, that really fucking narrowed it down.

I tensed at the sound of footsteps coming from outside, just beyond the steel door that I was facing.

Adrenaline thrummed through me as a lock clanged outside a moment before it opened with a grating screech that had me grinding my teeth at the awful sensation.

“About fucking time,” an unfamiliar voice sounded.

As he came into view, the visual was anything but unfamiliar.

All the file photos I’d seen of the guy, there was no doubt in my mind as to who he was.

His lips were pulled into a twisted grin as he kicked the door shut, then strode toward me, his gray jeans pulling taut across his big thighs with every move. A gray tank barely contained all that bulky muscle beneath. He was a powerhouse of a man just like Caspian.

His peroxide-blond hair was spiked beyond belief, the wildness in his dark eyes just adding a whole other crazy edge to it all. Or maybe it was me reading into it with everything I knew about him and his true demented nature.

Jett Bane was here before me in the flesh.

The brother of my best friend’s biggest rival.

Sky’s ex and the monster who’d abused her.

And here I was, bound and incapacitated, unable to do a fucking thing to him.

Unable to deliver the punishment he deserved.

“Took you long enough to wake up, sunshine. A good few hours.”

“You should’ve been praying that I didn’t wake up,” I seethed.

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