Page 11 of Kinknapped

They waited for me to tell them, but I wanted to hear them say they wanted the ideas. Leopold was the first. "What options?"

"One, you make my kidnapping more drastic and dramatic. Two, you kidnap his pregnant wife. Or three, do something to his precious Aston Martin. Those would get his attention more than me." Shrugging, I waited for them to take the bait. I didn't care they wanted money from my dad because he shouldn't have laid off eighty workers. He asked for this by listening to his new wife about ‘efficiency is better with machines than people’. Somewhere in the chaos, the rich had to realize they were rich enough to keep the middle class employed.

"And how do weknow we can trust you?" The leader leaned forward, gripping the arms of the wooden chair they tied me to. He was lucky my arms were still behind my back.

"You can't, but you know I wouldn't have told you all of that for nothing." I couldn't see him completely through the cloth, but I could tell he was a handsome man. At least his body kept my attention. "All I'm saying is, make me a problem he can't ignore or hide from the public because I promise you his wife is going to tell him to do just that. She probably believes I'll annoy you so much, you'll let me go or kill me faster."

"And that doesn't scare you?" he raised a good question.

"Probably about how scared I was when you kidnapped me," I retorted to remind him of my lack of fear. The arousal end of it probably made me a fool.

He laughed and let his head fall to stop facing the bag over my head. He also had a unique blend of scents that would pinpoint him instantly if I caught a whiff. Honey, lemon and huckleberry. "And you're just okay with us ransoming you for your father's money?"

"I'm okay withyou getting retribution for what you were robbed of. Eighty people shouldn't have lost their jobs."

"I told you she wasn't like her dad," Leopold whispered, and it pleased me to hear him say it.

"Okay, Little Diva. Let's say we make this a bigger production. That only puts a bigger target on our backs." The leader stepped back to cross his arms.

"And you're acting like I can't play the part of an abused girl, wishing her daddy would remember she existed."

"Can you?" Leopold sounded hopeful I'd be in on their plan.

I let my head turn from side to side as I mulled it over. "It's not a far reach because I used to beg for his attention until I learned I'd never have it the way I wanted. I'll just call on those old memories." They didn't need to know my daddy issues were my biggest flaw. It probably bled into my sex life just a bit, having a man order me around, telling me what to do, enjoying the discipline... Oy. That was a wake-up call.

"How can we trust you?" the third man spoke from his place. He was more of a silent but scary guy, but it only made me like him more. Plus, my pussy hadn't come back online since he ate it, and I wanted him to do it again.

"Well, you could record me on a different phone to keep anything from getting traced back here via I.P. address. I'm sure you already have one for communicating about this. You don't need a live feed. You just need a hook. Then you keep feeding them a few more hooks to keep them on the edge of their seats. But you have to stage the room into something less... homey."

"How in the hell do you know so much about this shit?" The main man asked.

"I'm a dark romance girlie. I know way too much about this shit." I let my covered head turn to meet each of theirs, pausing so they knew I could see them. "But I do have some demands."

"Of course you do," the main guy groaned.

My eyes tracked Leopold pacing the floor, seeing something else that might help them, but I knew he'd hate it. My stepmother moved in a similar way, and her body looked filled out with her pregnancy like his build. Though, his was muscle. Yet, if he wore something loose enough, the average eye wouldn't know. Yeah, he'd hate what I was about to say, but I blamed his pacing for making me think of my evil stepmother. "Also, I know Leopold is a leaner dude. I'd make him dress as a pregnant woman to help your cause to stay hidden."

"I do not have a womanly figure!"

I snorted and shook my head. "You don't, but if you place a belly under a dress with a loose cardigan, you'll pull off a woman who has gained some weight through her pregnancy. Then they'll be looking for her instead of three dudes. A pregnant woman scorned, whether an employee herself or the spouse of another. It will make them sniff around the wrong tree long enough to pull this off."

"I'm not doing it! Plus, where would we even get one of those belly bump things?"

"I have one," the third man cleared his throat. We were all silent, waiting to hear how a groan ass man had a fake baby bump. "You remember my client, Ruby? She had her baby before she could get maternity photos, so I ordered her a belly to wear to have that moment of holding her bump."

"You're into some weird shit," I muttered.

They ignored me to huddle. Please, like I couldn't hear them. Did they forget I was a woman of my stature? We always listened for useful information from our enemies. And while I didn't disagree with their reasonings to go after my father, I couldn't trust them. Well, I could trust them to give me an orgasm.

"It's not a terrible idea, Leo," the leader murmured. "You'd only have to walk behind the chair for a moment for them to see it."

"He doesn't have tits for me down in his storage! How are we supposed to pull that off?"

"You stuff a bra like every twelve-year-old who didn't get boobs right away," I chided. "Hell, Laura Ingles used apples. You make it sound so hard to give yourself a fake boob job."

They probably didn't get that reference, but my grandma was an avidLittleHouse on the Prairiefan, and I had many summers with her to be out of my father's hair. She lost her mind a few years back, but I made it a point to visit her every Monday to play Scrabble with her.

"Why are you so eager to help us?" Leopold asked.

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