Page 67 of Oh No, My Kidnapper Is Hot!

“You’re married,” I tell him. “I’m just a girl in love.”

He frowns.

“We’re married,” he repeats. I shake my head, and he glowers. “We are!”

I sigh. “I’m just not ready for that big of a commitment. Maybe someda– ack!”

He drops his weight on me again.

“Okay! Okay!” I tap out. “We can be married!” My lungs return to their normal volume quickly, and I glare at the behemoth grinning above me. “That’s coercion, you know! It’s not legally binding.”

“I don’t care much for legalities,” he says just as an alarm goes off in the kitchen.

“What’s that for?” I ask. His smile turns predatory.

“This.”

Then, he kisses me.

Epilogue

Two Weeks Later

“I need your gun.”

Stryker laughs, and my eyes narrow. He’s been doing a lot of that lately. I can’t say I like it, considering it always seems to be at my expense.

“I’m serious, Stryker. Give me the gun.” He shakes his head at me. I turn to Baz. “You have a gun. I need it.” Shocking no one, he doesn’t respond. I turn on my heel in the gravel, yelling my annoyance.

My baby. My sweet, beautiful green baby. Except she’s not. She’s red.

Red.

“I’m going to kill him,” I mutter. Stryker’s arms come around me from behind, and I feel his chin in my hair.

“We can fix it,” he says calmly. How he could be calm at a time like this, I’ll never know. Must be that elite assassin training.

“Yeah, we can fix it. By killing him.”

Stryker sighs.

“What did you do to him?” he asks, and I whirl on him, dislodging his arms.

“What didIdo tohim?” That’s it, I’m killing Stryker too. And Baz, for that matter. He’s guilty by association. They’re all on my list. Just as soon as I locate a gun.

Stryker holds his hands out to placate me.

“You thought I was going to just give up?” Archie’s voice echoes behind me. I spin, but don’t see him.

“Where are you, you coward!” I yell. His laughter comes from above. He’s standing on top of the pool house, wearing a ridiculous black on black suit. His hair is slicked back, accentuating his maniacal grin. He looks like a bad cartoon villain.

“Coward?” he asks. “You sent your lackeys to cover my yard in eggs! I fixed your silly little carmyself, like a real man.”

“Fixed it?!” I shriek. “She’s hideous!” He holds a hand to his heart.

“You wound me, dear friend, and after all my hard work!” He wipes a fake tear from his eye.

“Put her back!” I yell.

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