Page 2 of Rescuing Our Bride

“Yes, but you still kidnapped me, so if you’re expecting a thank you, there won’t be any.” I fold my arms in front of my chest. “Where are you taking me, and what are you going to do?”

“We’ll take you somewhere safe for now. Just sit back and relax.”

Relax? I just got taken. How the hell am I going to sit back and relax?

“I’d be more relaxed if you took that mask off.”

“Only if you take that dress off first.” His honey-dipped voice makes it sound like he is flirting.

“Not a chance,” I huff.

“I think I’ll be able to change your mind.” I know he is smiling under his mask, and I want nothing more than to wipe that grin off his face even before he continues taunting me. “Matter of fact, I think I’ll have you out of that dress and screaming my name before you know it.”

“Have fun trying,” I quip, unable to hold my tongue.

“Oh, don’t worry, baby, I will.”

Question is, will I?

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JAX

What the fuck did we get ourselves into? Yes, we planned this. We went in there knowing we were going to leave with her. The part I didn’t plan for was her being so… so… everything.

Patrick has been boasting about his virgin bride around town. We figured this was the perfect time to take something from him, to finally get revenge for what he did to us. I know he doesn’t actually care for her; he only wants her for her beauty and innocence. He wants her as a prize, to show her off as his perfect little trophy wife.

We only have one problem now. The plan was to let her go. Give her money to start a new life somewhere, but one look at her pouty lips and her defiant eyes makes me question everything. Instead of letting her go, all I can think about is keeping her for myself.

Even with this ugly off-white dress straight out of the eighties, she is hands down the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

It takes us over an hour to get to the safe house. I spend every minute of it studying her, learning every facial expression, and memorizing every curve of her slender body as I fantasize about peeling that dress off her.

“We’re almost there,” Mark announces from the front seat. I meet his eyes in the rearview mirror and see the same uncertainty I’m feeling reflecting back at me.

“Where is there?” Anna asks, trying to peek between the front seats out of the windshield.

“A safe house you can stay in for a while.”

“On my own?” she questions.

“That was the plan.” I lean forward, wanting to be closer to her, hoping to get another whiff of her flowery perfume that has my mouth watering.

“Was?” Her perfectly shaped eyebrows raise.

“Maybe it’s better if we stay here with you for a bit.” I must be losing my mind because I swear I see excitement flickering in her pale blue eyes.

“Are you going to wear a mask the whole time?”

“No. I told you. I’ll lose my mask as soon as your dress is off.” I can’t help but grin when I see her cheeks turn a hue of pink. She lowers her head, letting strands of her golden blonde hair fall into her face like she is trying to hide from me.

Oh, baby, there is no hiding.

The van comes to a stop, announcing our arrival. Mark kills the engine and turns his body to look at us. “You gonna walk into the house, or do we have to carry you in?”

“I’ll walk.”

“If you’re thinking about running, don’t bother. We’re out in the middle of nowhere, and you won’t get far. Besides, we won’t hurt you,” I assure her.

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