Page 44 of The Heir

I successfully pull her out to the cheers of the bar and as we get into the night air I lean in and kiss her forehead.

"The hotel on twenty-third street, please," she says as I open the door and help her slide into the limo without stumbling. I don't respond or acknowledge her request.

Shutting the door hard, I turn to nod at Dennis. "Take Ms. Brookes home and alert the staff we're on our way please. I'll be following in her car."

"Yes, sir." Dennis nods at me and rounds the limo.

Sliding into Isobel's vehicle, I toss her phone and her clutch into the middle console before readjusting the rearview mirror, and pull off into the night behind the limousine.

Mentally preparing myself for another fit that I know is about to come.

Chapter ten

Picked Up

Icrawl into the backseat of the limo, impressed he's had it so long at this point because they aren't cheap but then mentally chastise myself for caring because King's obviously loaded. I'm settling into my seat, thinking he's going to come back here with me when the door shuts abruptly.

I blink rapidly, frowning as I strain to try to hear the male voices outside the car that gets further and further away. I glance around, seeing I don't have my phone or my clutch. Biting my lip, I reach for the door just as the limo pulls off, slamming me back into my seat.

"Ow," I complain, shifting on the leather seat. I didn't even get a chance to verify with him which hotel I wanted to go to. I lean over and knock on the partition, however it doesn't let down. Not like in the movies. I knock harder."Hello?Can you hear me up there?"

I wait a couple seconds before sitting back, crossing my arms and huffing. Put out, I'm thinking about how rude it was that King justshut the door on me without even verifying my plans, looking out the window at the city lights whirling pass, when I'm startled by his voice and jump.

"Isobel, are you okay baby?"

I scowl, looking around for the source of his voice. Seeing a little speaker, I lean into it like an idiot because I don't have to, obviously. "Where are we going, King? Where are you taking me? And it better not be a janky motel either. I'll flip my mother fucking shit again if I have to." I arch an eyebrow and wait expectantly.

"You insult me by insinuating that I'd dare put you in amotel,of all places," he chuckles. My mouth starts to water as fear slams into me at his next words. "I'm taking youhome, Izzy."

What?

I turn, pulling up to my knees on the seat and lean forward to look out the window again. The lights of the city are in the background, and the headlights of my car shine into the back of the limo. My car thatKingis driving. "I said I wanted to go to ahotel.King, the hotels are…back…that way…"

Panting, I begin to get lightheaded, my fingers curl around the back of the seat as a sick feeling drapes over me. I sway in the seat, trying not to panic. The continued silence does nothing to help matters, and the further we drive and the more the city lights fade, the worst my panic gets. I whimper, looking to the side at the doorknob and scoot over on my knees, trying it.

The door is locked from the outside.

"King," I whine, yanking at the door harder."Let me out!"

"It won't work baby. And besides, are you really going to jump out of a running vehicle?" He chuckles as if the thought amuses him.

I stand up as far as I can and walk hunched over to the partition and knock a couple times. "Excuse me, driver?" The partition doesn't lower, however an older-sounding, rough voice comes over the speaker.

"Yes ma'am?"

"Where are we going?"

"Home,ma'am."

My brow furrows as my heart skips a beat. "No, no you don't understand, I don't have a home anymore so I don't know where you're taking me. I requested to be taken to a hotel. Can you turn us around and take me to the hotel off twenty-third street please?"

I wait anxiously, however the driver's voice doesn't come back, nor does the limo slow to turn around. My heart begins to race. Oh my god.

Am I being abducted?

"King?" I whisper, not even sure if he can hear me it's so low. "King, what's going on? What's happening?" I clench my nails into my palm, needing something to ground me.

His voice comes calmly through the speaker again right as we take an incredibly steep curve that causes me to topple over to the side, and hurriedly throw an arm out to catch myself.

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