Page 26 of Toy

I scoffed. “Why do you want me to wear this? Do you really think a wig is gonna make much of a difference? People will still recognize me.”

He looked up from his phone screen. “It’ll be enough for now. You need it for your new passport photo, anyway.”

“Passport? Where the hell are we going?”

“Just put the fucking wig on and shut up,” he hissed. “Or I’ll start cutting pieces out of you.”

My eyes widened. His threat had reminded me of something. Mason cut me open and put a tracking device in my body when he first kidnapped me, so it didn’t matter where Danny took me. Mason would always find me.

I stayed quiet and affixed the dark curly wig to my head, unable to help my lips from curving up in the tiniest of smiles.

Danny slid his phone into a pocket and narrowed his eyes at me. “You can wipe that smug look right off your face,” he said. “I already know about the tracking device, and I cut it out before we left your apartment.”

A chill shot through me. “What?”

He leaned down again and pulled something else out of the biggest bag. “See this?” he said, waving the flat gray device at me. “It’s a scanner for shit like that. Brought it with me just in case. Didn’t think I’d actually need it, but hey… apparently your man is a total control freak.” He snorted with laughter.

My shoulders slumped and I closed my eyes. No wonder my back felt like it had been sliced open recently. “You won’t get away with this,” I muttered.

“I think you’ll find I will.”

“If you’re having a fake passport made for me, then that means you’re trying to take me to another country. The police will start watching the airports once they realize I’m missing. They know the cult is after me.”

“You think I’m that stupid?” Danny chuckled. He got out and slammed the door before returning to the driver’s seat.

“Yes,” I called out to the front.

“Yes what?”

“Yes to your question. I think you probably are that stupid,” I said in an acid tone.

Insulting a violent kidnapper was obviously a bad idea in most cases, but I was desperate for more information. If I could make Danny angry enough, he might inadvertently reveal something useful to me.

“Too bad for you I actually thought this through,” he replied. “I’m not taking you to an airport anywhere near here. Once we’ve visited our passport-making friends, we’re driving all the way up to New York. No one’s gonna be watching the airports there. Not for you, anyway.”

I drew in a deep breath, trying to stay calm. “Then what?” I asked. “Where are you taking me after that?”

Danny looked over his shoulder and smiled thinly. “You’ll see, fucktoy,” he said in a mocking tone. “You’ll see.”

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