Page 102 of Mayhem

“Hands on the car. I’m going to search you.”

“Go ahead,” I tell him, anxiety building knowing I have the taser in my pocket and my other items hidden.

I place my hands on the car as he searches me. He snorts when he pulls out the taser.

“What? Figured it was worth a shot.” I shrug.

He shakes his head, continuing his search. He must not be overly comfortable before his hands glide right over the key chain and scissors. He only swipes his hand down between my breasts, not lingering.

Satisfied that I’m not carrying anything, he helps me into the back, handing me a bag. “Put it over your head.”

I do as he asks. Then he grabs my hands, placing something around each of them, tying them together. From the way it’s digging into my skin, I’d guess it was zip ties.

He shuts the door before I hear the front door open and shut.

“You don’t seem like such a bad guy. What makes you work for a man like this?”

He grunts. “I’m not a good guy, girl. Don’t think I’m going to help you escape.”

I chuckle. “If I wanted to escape, would I have waited hours for you to pick me up?”

“I suppose not. Enough chatter. Enjoy the ride.”

He turns up some rap music, drowning out the ability to talk. I sigh. So much for getting any information out of him.

I lean back and do as he suggests. I enjoy the ride the best I can in my current predicament.

When we finally arrive, he helps me out of the SUV, taking the bag from my head.

I look around and see we’re at an abandoned warehouse.

A guard at the door nods to him as he opens it. I take in as much of the outside as I can. I still plan to survive this. If I can get to my mom, I might be able to get both of us out of here.

He leads me down a long hall until he puts me in an empty room with only a chair in the middle.

“Have a seat. Don’t do anything stupid. I’ll be back.”

“Yes, sir,” I say sarcastically.

I don’t take a seat, though. Instead, I wander around the room, trying to figure out what I’m going to do.

That familiar weight settles on my chest.

What are you doing here?I think to myself.

For a moment, I question my decision. Should I have listened to Chase?

It’s too late to question it now. I’m here.

I swing around when I hear the door open. The man from the rave walks in with two men surrounding him.

“Hello, dear. Nice to see you again.”

“I want to see my mom,” I demand.

He laughs. “That can be arranged. For now, we are going to have a little chat. Have a seat.”

“No thanks. I prefer to stand.”

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