Page 61 of Bound in Debt
Either way, being kept in the dark isn’t comforting. He expects me to just do what I’m told like a good little girl?
“I hope you have a plan B, Professor. Because I’m not getting pregnant.”
“Don’t worry, princess.” He tucks his hands into the pockets of his slacks, undeniably confident and cocky. I hate that I find his whole edgy academic vibe sexy. “Being the father of your children is the last thing I want.”
20
VICTORIA
Thursday, September 12, approximately 2:00 AM
I wake up to the shock of my knees slamming into the hardwood floors of my dorm room. Before I can scream, a large hand slams over my mouth and I’m being dragged toward the door.
I panic and flail my arms out, searching for anything I can use as a weapon. Giving up on that, I slam my elbow back as hard as I can, earning a grunt.
One that is unmistakably Liam’s.
What the fuck is he doing?
I should probably try asking a better question, since obviously he’s kidnapping me, but I can’t be expected to be at my best when I’ve been ripped violently from my sleep. Still, I can’t seem to reconcile this new, dangerous Liam with the Liam I’ve known for years. Not knowing how entitled and immature he is.
Oh God, where’s Ellie?
He shifts his grip as we clear the door, shoving me through the empty hallways of the school but keeping a hand wrapped tight around my bicep. The stillness of the hour and the silvery light filtering through the windows mean it’s very late—or very early, depending on your perspective. Liam must have planned this out, making sure no one would be around to catch him.
Liam steers me toward the closest exit. The cool night air hits me, cutting through my thin pajamas. I spot a black SUV idling at the end of the sidewalk. The reality of my situation is starting to sink in, and I begin shivering uncontrollably as dread sweeps through me.
As Liam pulls me toward the waiting car, I attempt to shift my weight and dig my heels into the concrete. I don’t know whether the pain of my feet scraping against the sidewalk or the too-tight grip of Liam’s hold on my upper body is worse as he forces me to continue moving forward.
He’s able to easily overpower me, but I don’t want to go for this ride. The further we get from the building, the more desperate I am to escape. This is, quite literally, life or death.
The back door of the SUV pops open and Liam half lifts me in his arms, moving to toss me inside.
Fat chance.
Lifting my foot, I wedge my heel against the side of the vehicle and push back into Liam.
“Knock it off, Vee,” he grunts out, cursing more under his breath. “Get in the damn car.”
“Abso-fucking-lutely n—” Liam suddenly shoves me forward, making my knee buckle, and he takes advantage, tossing me through the door and into the back seat.
My legs slide against cool leather before my head crashes into the arm of another body. Guess someone else is joining me for this ordeal.
Steady hands grip onto me as I quickly glance up to see who it is, and my heart slams into my chest when I see his face.
“Dante?”
“It’s alright, princess,” he mutters softly. “Yell, scream, go ahead and fight this shit. I’ve got a plan.”
My lips part to ask him why he’s here, why he’d allow Liam to drag me out of my dorm in the middle of the night, but each of the front doors open. Liam smoothly slides in behind the steering wheel, but I can’t see who’s riding shotgun.
“What the hell is going on, Liam?” I bark out, unleashing my temper when he buckles his seatbelt. “Where are you?—”
“Shut up, Vee,” he gripes, throwing the SUV into gear before pulling away from the curb. “I’m not in the mood for your bullshit tonight.”
“My bullshit?” I yell back. “You just kidnapped me?—”
“I don’t give a shit what I just did,” he bellows. “Sit back and shut up.”
