Page 132 of Bound By Words

“Spare me the dramatics, Kelly. We both know you’d be happy if I went to jail. You finally got what you wanted. Everyone took your side and you don’t have to worry about me taking your job. Not that you fucking deserve any of it. Fucking bitch.”

Delusional didn’t even seem to cover his mental state. He was the one who’d set all of this in motion. I was just trying to do my job before he tried to sabotage my career.

“If you stop this and promise to get help I won’t press charges.”

“That flew out the window the second I put that tracker in your purse. Do you know how long I waited in this garage this afternoon? I had originally intended to put the tracker on your car when you didn’t come out at six, but then you fell right into my lap when I returned from using the bathroom.”

“So you’re going to hurt me because you think you have to? You can stop now before you can’t take it back.”

He stopped walking, his grip on my hair relaxing for a moment. I didn’t dare move, afraid of what he would do if I did.

“Wait, you’re serious?”

“Yes. If you promise me you’ll let me go and get yourself help, I won’t go after you.”

“God, you really are delusional,” he scoffed, pushing me forward. I stumbled, still a little dizzy. “Just get in the fucking car.”

My heartbeat thrummed in my ears as I walked toward my car. My phone was still tucked in my pocket, and I wondered if he’d notice me taking it out. He was distracted, his eyes darting all over to make sure no one else was on this level.

Deciding to chance it, I reached into my pocket and pressed the side button five times before glancing down. The bar to activate the emergency alert flashed across the screen, and my eyes darted back to Trent before I slid my thumb across the screen.

A loud screech tore from my pocket as the alarm sounded, and Trent growled as his hand grabbed the back of my neck, pushing me forward into the trunk of my car.

“What the fuck did you do?” he hissed as his body weight pressed me into the warm metal.

My breath was choppy as he pressed his forearm into my neck, pinning me in place.

“Why the fuck did you do that?” he shouted, and I gasped as the pressure against my neck made it hard to breathe. I knew sending the emergency alert was risky, but I didn’t want to consider the alternative. Now, there was no way for him to get me out of here. Someone would find us. They had to.

My phone started buzzing in my pocket, and Trent pulled it out, angrily swiping the screen to disconnect the call. It immediately started humming again, and I coughed as the weight of him holding me down disappeared.

“Fuck. Why won’t they stop calling?” he growled as he tossed my phone on the ground, sending it skidding across the concrete toward the driver’s door.

“Get in the car,” he growled as he yanked me backward by my hair, his other hand grasping my upper arm tightly.

“Stop,” I cried as he squeezed harder, trying the door handle to the back seat, but it was still locked, my keys in my pocket.

“Unlock the fucking door, Kelly.”

I hesitated, seeing movement from the door to the elevators.

“Give me the damn keys,” Trent growled as he reached into my pocket, his fingers grasping the key loop as he held me close.

As Deacon’s figure came into view with a female security guard standing next to him, I knew this was my chance as they turned to head toward the executive parking area.

“Get the fuck off me,” I screamed, louder than I normally would have, but it did the trick, Deacon’s head swiveling in our direction.

I didn’t see his response as Trent’s hand pressed hard on my neck, slamming my forehead into the metal.

“Shut the fuck up,” he hissed, pressing down and making me wince.

The blinding pressure was only momentary before I heard a clicking noise, and Trent’s hand was gone. His body twitched violently against the side of the car beside me as I struggled to open my eyes.

“Stay down, you piece of shit,” the female security guard growled as she held the taser out in Trent’s direction. When he stopped spasming, he tried to push himself up, and she pressed the button again, Trent hitting his head on the side of my trunk on the way down to the concrete floor of the parking garage.

“Kelly,” Deacon gasped as I slumped against the driver’s door, my body sliding down the metal with a squeak as my vision blurred. I brought my fingers to my temple, wincing as they encountered wetness. “Shit, call the police,” he instructed as he knelt before me in the confined space between cars. “And an ambulance.”

“Is she alright?” the security guard asked, the sound of zip ties loud in my ears.

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