Page 42 of Stolen

“How the helldid you get this number?” Blossom asked hotly.

“My blossom, why so hostile? I should be the angry one. You’re running around town telling people I kidnapped you, and then you’re getting the cops involved. Listen, I told you about the rules when you first committed to me. You’re breaking every one of them. It’s making me angry honey and I know you don’t want to see me angry. I mean, look what happened when I got frustrated? Your company was destroyed. Sadly, Valerie survived. Hopefully no one else gets hurt.”

“You’re a psycho,” she breathed.

“Hm. I wonder what changed your tune all of a sudden. Just a few days ago I was planning the conception of our first child. How can you do this to me?”

“Are you serious? And what the hell were you going to do Chance? Because you know I wasn’t going ever going to have sex with you,” she snapped.

“But you fucked the deputy you just met, huh.” Blossom was silent. Chance kept speaking.

“Did you enjoy it? Hm? Looked like you did. Let’s not talk about the way you let him taste your pussy. Blossom, I’ve respected you. I have standards. I’m not a rapist. That’s such a fucked up thing for a man to do. But you knew how much I wanted you. How much I wanted to be able to taste you, make sweet love to you.” His voice became low as his anger started to take over his façade.

“You fucked up Blossom. Because Chance Lore doesn’t fucking lose. When I fucking catch you, you’re going to give me what I want. You hear me?”

“I—I am not yours to take Chance! Just leave me the hell alone!” Chance chuckled.

“And why would I do that?”

“I won’t let you take me Chance.”

“And what? You think that little punk the deputy with is going to stop me? You know me better than that Blossom. Come on. Give me more credit than that. Question is, are you ready to go?” Blossom’s hands trembled as her phone fell from her hand. A large thud sounded on the floor below her, shaking the entire house. Blossom jumped as she screamed from her fright. No. this wasn’t happening. Not again. Blossom scurried out of the bed. Panicking, the only thing she sought to do was close the bedroom door and lock it. Leaning against the door, she fumbled with her cell phone. The sound of broken glass and scattering furniture rocked SynTanner’s house. Blossom could only lean against the closed door, weeping silently as she prayed to find an escape. SynTanner. Blossom searched her contacts until she found his name.

“Pick up, please pick up,” she begged.

“Hey sweetheart,” SynTanner answered.

“Tanner. Help me,” she wept into the phone.

“What the fuck happened? Where’s Ryder?”

“I—I don’t know.” Footsteps pounded against the stairs. Blossom gasped, realizing whoever was in the house was coming for her.

“Someone broke in. He knows about us SynTanner. I—I don’t know where to go!” Blossom cried out. The bedroom door shook. Blossom fell away from the door, feeling as if someone was plowing into it.

“Is that someone banging on the door?!” SynTanner shouted.

“They’re trying to break into the bedroom!”

“Blossom. Listen to me. Outside of the bedroom window the ledge is large enough for you to walk across it. You can dangle yourself off of it, then shimmy down to the top of the porch and then jump down from there. Do it right now Blossom and then you run. Run like hell.” Blossom heard his words but the enormity of the situation had her frozen in place. The bedroom door splintered as a booted foot tore through it. SynTanner heard the crash.

“BLOSSOM!” He roared. “RUN!” The booted foot yanked itself from the door and hardened eyes peeked inside the hole the foot had created.

“Jon?” Blossom whispered, recognizing one of her clients.

“Open the damn door!” he sneered. Blossom shook her head. First Douglas and now Jon? What game was Chance playing here? As Jon continued to try to destroy the door, Blossom’s feet finally kicked into gear. She tucked her cell phone in her back pocket and scrambled for the window.

She was never the one to be afraid of heights so the thought of scaling the top of his home didn’t bother her. The fear that had her trembling and crying against the bedroom door had to be forced down. Blossom refused to let Chance take her again. Obeying his every order to protect the lives of others would do nothing for her own sanity. Her life was stolen while she was trying to protect others and now it was time to protect herself.

Scaling down from the top floor, Blossom jumped off the roof of the porch. She tucked her body and rolled as she landed. Grass cushioned her body from scrapes, but the hardness of the earth rattled her bones as she fell. Groaning out, Blossom reached for her phone tucked in her pocket, the line was still connected.

“Tanner,” she groaned.

“Did you get out?!?” He screamed. Blossom could hear the engine of his bike loudly. That meant he was on his way to come for her.

“I’m out,” she gritted, trying to get back on her feet.

“You need to run, baby. Right now. Run east. I’m coming. I promise.” Blossom struggled to her feet, but the fierceness of his words lit a fire in her belly that lit her up. Pushing forward, she willed her feet to move. As she ran by the front of the house, she saw that the door was left hanging open. Blossom didn’t dare look any further as she concentrated on running.

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