Page 13 of His Captive Pet

“I don’t want you scared, Aubree. I want you obedient.”

A day ago, hearing those words would have set her panties on fire, but now, with that devil’s grin on his face, the promise of punishment lurking on his expression, it sent tingles down her spine.

“I want to go home.” She was turning into a broken record.

He leaned into the truck, placing one hand behind her on the seat and the other on the front seat. Samuel tried to climb back up on her lap, but one glare from Blake and he settled back down.

“You can’t go home, Aubree. That’s what I keep telling you. Jorge Vazquez was at the fight today. He’s been arrested, but these charges aren’t going to keep him behind bars for long. It’s going to take the police a while to connect him to the organizing of these fights. Right now, he’s just a spectator.”

“What does any of that have to do with me?”

“You aren’t a member of his crew. You aren’t in his gang, yet there you were with his dogs. You were there when the raid happened.”

“I never worked with him. I didn’t even know what he looked like until the cops brought him outside the warehouse.”

“It doesn’t matter. He won’t care, they’ll think you’re the snitch and they are going to want retribution.”

She swallowed hard and looked away from him, the intensity of his stare too much to deal with.

“You lied to me before. How do I know you aren’t lying now?”

“I didn’t lie. I told you I had been in the Marines and then did a few years on the force.”

“If you aren’t a cop now, how did you get all the gear? How did you get inside of the raid?”

“I have friends that helped me. You were in there, I knew you were, and I had to get you out.” He looked away, licking his lips before he continued. “We aren’t talking about this right now. We’re losing daylight. Let’s go. We’ll stay here until I get some information from back home then we’ll move out.”

“I don’t want—” Her words were stifled by his hand clamping over her mouth.

“What you want doesn’t matter right now. Hell, Aubree, if you could just understand the shit storm you just brought down on yourself—you have one hell of a punishment coming already. I really suggest you start listening and keep your lips zipped.”

Biting him sounded like a much better idea, but she decided against it. She had no idea where they were. The truck had turned so many times, she’d lost track of them all, and nothing but trees and more trees surrounded them in every direction.

He moved his hand and gestured again for her to scoot out of the truck. When she still remained, he reached in and hauled her out, tossing her over his shoulder in one easy movement.

“Blake!” She tried to wiggle, but his arm wrapped around her tighter.

“C’mon, Samuel.” He patted his thigh and her dog,herdog, jumped out of the truck and happily trotted behind them.

“You and I are going to have a real long talk, Samuel.” She tried to glare at her four-legged friend, but he didn’t seem to notice her discomfort in the least.

Blake climbed up a narrow path. The thick cover from the trees blocked out the direct sunlight, but a light breeze made its way through, cool, contrary to the warm sun of the summer months.

“Just put me down already!” She squirmed but a hard hand swatted her backside for her trouble. Her shoulders burned more with her movements, and when she tried to shuffle herself on his shoulder, he smacked her again.

“Stop that!”

He gave a laugh. “Oh, sweetheart, that’s nothing compared to what you’re gonna be feeling in a few minutes.”

Finally, he put her on her feet and held her by the shoulders until she was steady. He swept away the loose strands of hair from her face until she could see well enough around her.

She turned around, taking in her surroundings. Woods, thick forestry, in every single direction except for right in front of her where there stood a small hunting cabin. She’d seen similar styles when her father had taken her hunting as a child. He’d started taking her when she’d turned ten, but by thirteen he had been so deep in the bottle, he hadn’t bothered with taking her anywhere anymore.

“So, you hunt down animals in your spare time? You failed to mention that, too.” She took a step forward, but tripped over Samuel who had taken to smelling the ground at her feet.

Blake’s quick reflexes saved her from falling on her face.

“Uh, no. Wrong again, sweetheart.” He kept his hand on her arm and helped her up the few wooden steps to the front door. Once the door opened, she pulled away and stepped inside.

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