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My fingers move at lightning speed to text both Rhett and Rhys, giving myself better odds at one of them catching her in time.

Me: Stop her at the front door and bring her to my room

Not even thirty seconds pass before I get a response.

Chapter 5

AMELIA

I walk outside into the brisk air, stopping myself from shivering as I look off to the side, noticing some guys smoking cigarettes. The nasty smell assaults my senses and I have to force back a gag. I’ve always hated it when my dad smoked around me for this exact reason.

I’m about to head down the steps to find my Uber when I’m stopped by a figure who blocks my way. I pray to God it isn’t some drunk frat guy who thinks every girl is dying to open their legs for him. He towers over me, and that’s when I look up and realize it’s Rhett.

What the hell?

I thought Skye went upstairs with him and that’s why I couldn’t find her.

“Sorry, not interested.” I keep my voice as steady as I can, cutting right to the chase. I’m not the type to give a guy even the time of day if my best friend is interested in him.

“Got someone inside who wants to speak with you.”

I pause, brows furrowing. “Sorry… not interested.” The words spill out as I attempt to sidestep him, but of course, he doesn’t let me. This is around the time my mind begins to scream at me that he’s going to kill me.

“Can’t leave until you meet him.”

“Look, I don’t—”

The words die on my lips as something cold and solid presses against my side, just above my waist. It only takes a heartbeat to realize what it is, and my body immediately locks up.

A gun.

My chest heaves as a sharp, icy chill shoots down my spine. The image of the gun burns itself into my mind, its cold metal gleaming in the moonlight making my stomach churn. Every nerve in my body jolts awake, telling me to fight, but I stay frozen.

I’ve never even seen a gun in real life before, let alone had one pointed at me.

“Just come inside,” he demands, almost in a growl.

The front door swings open, and I let out a sigh of pure relief as another figure steps through it. I’m saved. But when I glance back, my breath catches in horror—the person looksexactlylike the one threatening me.

What kind of twisted nightmare is this?

Looking closer, I realize the one holding the gun isn’t Rhett. The small mole under Rhett’s left eye is missing, the only detail that sets them apart. That means Rhett is the one standing in the doorway, watching. So, a twin?

“What’s taking so long?” Rhett asks, hands in his pockets.

His words hit me like a punch to the gut—he’s not here to save me. He’s complicit in this sinister plan tokidnapme.

“She’s refusing,” Rhett’s twin mutters, pulling the gun away from my waist and tucking it out of sight. I finally exhale the small, shaky breath I’d been holding in.

“Why don’t you just come inside? You can talk to him, get it over with, then you can see Skye,” Rhett coaxes.

I’m on the verge of saying to hell with it and just agreeing, but before I can, Rhett’s twin grabs my upper arm and starts pulling me into the mansion. I can hear him muttering a coupleof insults, including ‘bitch’ under his breath. He’s not too peachy either to be calling anyone a bitch.

As we pass through the downstairs, I can’t help but marvel at the interior for the second time. This place is as beautiful on the inside as it is on the outside, giving off an old-money vibe. The house feels like it belongs in London housing some kind of an aristocrat.

Rhett’s twin practically drags me up the stairs, finally releasing me into a room that’s nearly three times the size of my dorm room. The space is muted and modern, everything looks meticulously organized, and it smells heavenly.

“I was beginning to think I’d have to come and get you myself,” a deep voice on the far side of the room penetrates my senses, going all the way down to my bones.

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