Page 45 of Blood Bonds

After this squeal, I decided to look up and see if anyone was around to help me. Maybe if I screamed at the top of my lungs someone would at least alert the cops to a girl being kidnapped?

Suddenly Victor stepped into view and tipped my face up to look at him, his grip on my chin unyielding. Then as if reading my thoughts, he told me,

“That wouldn’t be a good idea, Sweetheart, so please don’t piss me off by making me do something you will regret.”

My mouth dropped a little but he ignored this. Instead, he jerked his head, telling me for the last time to get in the car. Something I did without a second thought.

I also only just realized that the car was different to the one that brought us here, because this time I was getting into a limo. The side bench seats were the first I dove for, just to get further away from them when they followed me inside. Each brother entered through the side doors and took their seats in tandem. Victor saw where I was sitting. I edged myself toward the end and as far from them as I could get. His hard jaw set in stone as he narrowed his eyes at me. As for his brother, he just lookedamused, mirth dancing in his green eyes like this was the most fun he’d had in years.

“Why are you sitting all the way over there, little one?” Talon asked, his tone playful. I just started shaking my head, telling them without words that I wanted to be nowhere near them. However, it was Victor that made the order.

“Come here, Firefly.”

I closed my eyes tight and tried to fight against his demand, his voice doing strange things to me. My head shook quicker this time, making my hair flick around my head.

“Now, Nessa,”he ordered menacingly, and this time I was powerless to stop it.

I shifted back toward them, hating myself as I took position between them both. My body was held so tight, I felt taut like an armed bow string. I nearly jumped a mile when I felt Victor’s hand land on my thigh, just like it had done back in the restaurant.

“Easy now, calm that little heart for me,” he said, and his order lacked its severe bite from before.

Bad choice of words because as if remembering the experience I’d once had with their fangs, I flinched. Doing so when Talon, who starred in that memory, then picked up one of my hands.

His two fingers tapped along my pulse point as he told me, “Your pulse is racing, little Peach, so try and do as my brother asks.”

I couldn’t help my reply as I forgot to engage the sane part of my brain.

“Why? Do you both like your meal drip fed?”

Victor grumbled in annoyance, but Talon’s reaction was the complete opposite because he burst out laughing.

“We have no intention of hurting you,” Victor told me, making me shoot him an incredulous look.

“But you told me if I didn’t get in the car, you would do something I regret,” I said, quick to remind him of the threat.

“Yes, I did,” he replied before Talon’s lips were at my ear, making me shiver as he whispered,

“He was speaking of killing witnesses, not you, little Peach.”

I gasped in horror.

“You wouldn’t have!?”

Victor just raised a single brow as if to say, ‘wouldn’t I?’,

Fuck, it was terrifying.

“I don’t understand, what is it you want with me if it isn’t to kill me?” I asked, making Victor tense next to me, that hard tick back in his jawline. The usual sign that he was pissed off.

It was a very different side to him than what I was used to seeing so far. But then again, that hadn’t been the real Victor, had it? No, that was the fake persona he had put on like a mask just to get me to trust him.

It had all been a lie.

“All in good time, sweet Nessa,” Talon said, speaking my nickname for the first time and making me shiver again.

He utterly shocked me by shrugging out of his leather jacket and placing it over my shoulders after prompting me to lean forward. The heavy weight of the thick leather was strangely comforting and the scent of him even more so. A combination of leather, with woodsy hints of bergamot and a tinge of spiciness. It was intoxicating and making me lightheaded.

I wanted to ask again what they intended to do with me, but Victor was pressing a button above us.

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