Page 125 of Wilde Abandon

Amy’s breath heaved in and out against the hood’s fabric a second before she grabbed Melody’s chin and held it tight.With the hood over her face, she couldn’t see Amy, but she could feel the menace coming off her.“It’s simple, bitch.Fox won the lottery.Now it’s my turn to cash in.I wonder how much he’ll pay to get you back.”

Melody knew Fox would pay the ransom.She also knew he’d never let Amy and her coconspirators get away with this.“You had the perfect setup working for Fox.No doubt, you could have expanded that working relationship into catering gigs, even a full-time personal chef if you’d played your cards right.Maybe he’d have even asked me to hire you on at the new place we’re opening.”

“You would never hire me.”

“Not for you.But for him, I’d do anything.But after what you pulled in his apartment and when he finds out you kidnapped me and why, he’s going to ruin you.Not to mention make sure you’re locked behind bars as long as possible.You can kiss the rest of your twenties and thirties goodbye.You’ll be lucky if you aren’t a haggard, hardened mess when you get out, with no job prospects, an arrest record for kidnapping and sexual assault following you around, and forty-year-old eggs getting older by the second.While all your friends are getting married and having babies, you’ll be watching your back in the shower and hoping some beast of a woman doesn’t make you her bitch.”

Amy’s fingers tightened on her jaw.“Fuck you!”

Melody headbutted the bitch right in the face and heard the satisfying crack.

Amy wrapped her hands around Melody’s throat, shoved her onto her back, and tried to choke the life out of her.“I fucking hate you.”

Melody only had her legs free and used them.She kneed Amy in the side.Once.Twice.

Then suddenly the guy’s hand pushed down on Melody’s chest and Amy’s grip on her released as she fell away.“You kill her, we don’t get paid,” the guy snapped.“Now knock it off,” he shouted, his tone gruff and almost familiar.

“They’re going to let you take the fall,” she announced to Amy.“You’re the only one I can identify.”

Amy’s harsh pants and moaning ceased for a split second.Yeah, she understood now.

“You were just the means to get me outside and away from Fox.You thought after I found you in bed, I’d run out the door.They’d snatch me.But it didn’t work out quite that way, did it.You were supposed to be up in the apartment.Me and Fox, none the wiser you were the distraction.”

“You walked right out and into our trap anyway.”Amy didn’t sound so confident now.

“And you walked out with me because you just had to see it go down, didn’t you?Now Fox has it all on video, which includes your face, you holding me against my will, and you getting into the van.”

“Fuck you!”The expletive lost its punch when delivered with a heaping dose of pain and garbled pronunciation thanks to the broken nose and what Melody hoped was a fountain of blood dripping down her face.Leaving evidence in the van and on her.

Let her try to explain her injuries.

Though Amy could probably tell a convincing kidnap story, making herself out to be the victim.She liked to use whatever worked to get her what she wanted.So far, none of her plans had worked out so well.

Fox wouldn’t believe her anyway.Not now.Not ever again after what she did.

“Shut up and put this on your face,” the guy said to Amy.

“She started it.”

“Yeah, well, you’ll get what you want soon enough when Fox coughs up all that money.Until then, we need her alive and well to carry out our plan.”

Melody wondered what exactly they planned to do with her until they contacted Fox and set up the exchange.

What would they do to her after they got the money?

So far she’d held her own.

But what if Fox didn’t want to play their game by their rules?

He’d never endanger her life.But things could go wrong.

She hated that they hadn’t resolved things after that scene in his place with Amy.

What if I never get the chance to see him again and have the life we dreamed about?

Chapter thirty-two

Foxsteppedoutofthe shower for the second time that night still quaking with rage.He snagged his already damp towel off the bar and patted down his raw skin.He’d had to scrub that bitch off him before he could touch Melody again.

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