Page 43 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

The janitor.

My heart beat rapidly against my ribcage; so hard I thought it would break bone. “What are you doing here?” I gasped.

I opened my mouth to scream, but Will's large hand clamped a white cloth over my mouth and nose, sending my world into darkness.

It was like a nightmare that I couldn’t wake up from. I was unable to move my body, but my brain was awake. Fire filled my veins but not the kind Tyler stirred inside me. This was pure terror. I worked my mouth, trying to scream, but nothing worked except the thoughts inside my head, which were no real use to me.

Will had found me.

“Don’t worry, Piper. I have you. Everything is alright. We’ll be together forever now. Just you and me.”

I wasn’t worried. I was terrified. I was fucking panicked. The last thing I wanted was to be anywhere near that lunatic. Not only was he kidnapping me, but I also wasn’t able to alert anyone to help.

Was I bound up in a closet or a cupboard? Oh God, I couldn't feel my legs or hands.

My body jostled left, then right and the sound of a squeaky wheel coming from below puzzled me. Was I still in the bathroom? Surely Rocco would find me.

Bleach and lemon cleaner burned my nostrils and something scratchy rubbed against my cheek.

Oh fuck. Lord, please save me.

Tyler, where are you?

Tears streamed down my face and I could do nothing to stop them or the mad man stealing me away from my life.

I longed to cry out for Tyler, but nothing worked. My body nor my voice.

Then as if I conjured him from thin air, his voice thundered.

“Where is she?” Tyler demanded, his voice booming with the power of Zeus’s rage.

Was he really here or was I imagining it?

“She went to the bathroom and ran away,” Rocco said, breathing heavily. “I looked everywhere on this floor, but there’s no sign of her.”

“Piper did not run away, that asshole has her. And I’m going to kill him when I find him and then you're next on my shit list.”

Tyler’s voice moved farther away.

I’m right here! Will’s disguised as the freaking janitor!

A dirty bag of towels was dropped on top of me. I could smell the stale odor though soon it was replaced by the scent of flowers and the heat of sunshine.

We were outside. One step closer to my death.

If Will took me away from this building, Tyler would never find me.

I heard the music of Los Angeles—the angry honk of car horns, and the smell of smog. The cart Will pushed me in, jostled across the uneven pavement, probably the parking lot.

“There he is!” Tyler called. “Hey you, stop!”

“That’s the janitor?” Rocco said.

“I put a tracking device in her purse before she left with you. She’s in that fucking cart!”

The cart’s bumpiness picked up speed, I was rattled around so hard my teeth clacked together.

“Get down! He’s got a gun” Rocco yelled.

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