Page 58 of Deadlier Obsessions

Mav runs back into the room, so Gage must have summoned him.

“This van has seen better days, right, Lucy? This loser has no class at all. Don’t you know who we are? We’re used to better luxury levels than this… Brian, is that your name? He looks like a Brian, right, Lucy?”

She giggles again, and there’s the sound of skin slapping skin. That fucker just hit one of our women.

“Is that the best you’ve got, Brad? I swear I can hit myself harder than that, you bell-end,” Lucy taunts, like our little fucking Brit does when she wants a spanking.

“Maybe it’s Chad… is that it, Chad? Or is it Hunter, or some other frat boy name? How blond is that hair, by the way? It looks like it came from a bottle.”

“Will you two bitches shut the fuck up? Seriously, I thought you were meant to be introverts? Do introverts talk so much shit?!” I grin at Gage while he folds up his laptop and uses his phone to track Stella’s.

“Yes, they do,” I mutter, as the girls giggle again. Is it weird that they’re not afraid of being kidnapped? Did what we did to them make them stronger and less afraid of psychos, or is it just that they know we’ll find them?

“Get to the town car, and tell the driver to follow our directions as we yell them out,” Gage says to Mav, as he passes his laptop to Mav, and grabs my hand.

“Come on, baby, let’s go fetch our girls, and kill this fucker.”

We cling to the live connection with Stella and Lucy as we’re tracking them, and every word that fucker speaks is another nail in his coffin. If he really thinks he’ll survive touching our women, he’s dumber than he sounds. Gage’s fists are clenched, and Mav’s running his hand through his hair so often, he’s going to have a bald spot if he’s not careful. I wish we could see what’shappening, rather than just hearing it, but at least Stella gave us this.

“We’ll save you both, just hang in there,” I whisper as we listen.

“So, is this your first time kidnapping someone? You didn’t even threaten us properly. You have a gun, but do you even know how to use it?” Lucy taunts the guy, and we all glance at each other nervously.The fucker’s armed. Of course he is, otherwise, our ladies would have probably kicked him in the nuts and legged it.

“We really need to teach them some defense skills, so they’re safe if we fuck up like this,” Mav says worriedly, but Gage growls and silences us both.

“This is a one off, so they won’t fucking need those skills, and what if they use them against us, fuckhead?”

“If you don’t shut up, I’ll jam this gun right up your-”

“Finally, the threats. Seriously, this guy’s such a rookie,” Stella interrupts him, and he lets out a roar of frustration.

Tell us if there are more people, tell us if he’s driving, and give us some fucking clues here, I beg silently, because what will we be walking into? What if someone takes a bullet?

“What if our babies get hurt?” I whisper to Gage, and he echoes that raged roar loud enough that the driver swerves slightly in response. He must be wondering what the fuck is going on.

“Left here, and speed up, for fuck’s sake.” Gage turns to me. “The way they’re baiting this fucker, he could lose his shit before we get to them.”

Mav groans. “I’m proud of them, but why the fuck are they being so in his face like this? It’s like they want to get hurt. They’re both getting such a fucking spanking for putting themselves in danger like this.” He hesitates. “And for getting kidnapped again.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

LUCY

We were having such fun signing books at the bookstore, which by the way, is freaking amazing. It’s huge, and I know, ‘that’s what she said’, but it really is! This is the way indie books should be seen, standing tall on shelves together, and ready to be devoured.

Anyway, when that guy who works at the store asked us to pop into the back, so he could show us some book boxes he was preparing and wanted to add us to, we stupidly followed him. Turns out the prick doesn’t work there at all, he just stole one of their t-shirts, so he could grab us. Why does everyone want to kidnap us? It’s getting really old, especially since he’s not even doing it right.

“You know we could have escaped by now, dipshit,” I bait him, knowing that as crazy as it seems to wind the guy up, we need to keep him on edge, and stop him from focusing on whatever the hell his plan is.

Truthfully, this isn’t half as scary as it was being kidnapped by our men, and they’d snap this guy like a twig. I’m pretty sure Stella could too. I’m the weak one, but I give a mean kick in the nuts, or I’m sure I could if I had the chance.

“Will you shut the fuck up, bitch? Jesus, you seem so fucking sweet on those live things you do together. This isn’t what I thought you’d be like.”

“I’m sorry, Bryce, I guess we probably should be cowering in the corner and crying? Are we doing the captive thing wrong?Are we ruining the experience for you? You’d be a really shit book boyfriend, you know. Anti-heroes are supposed to be sexy, and commanding, and I dunno… more. You’re not even intimidating,” Stella says with a laugh, like we’re not in any danger at all. I honestly don’t know if we are, but I think we’re both counting on the guys tracking us down, and making this asshole pay. Should we tell him that?

“You know what? When our boyfriends find you-”

“Do you even know where you’re going, Chas? It feels like you’re going in circles. Did you get stuck in traffic? How embarrassing. Aren’t kidnappers supposed to plan this stuff in advance?”

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