Page 45 of Killian
The car stopped, but I wasn’t able to get free. It would have been the perfect opportunity to get out of here. Unfortunately, it was lost as we started moving again.
While I kept working, we kept moving. The car came to a sudden stop, and the ignition was turned off. My eyes wide and frantic, I tried to sit up. What I was going to do from there was up for debate, but the answer was nothing. Sit there like a wall ornament was about all I could do. Even trying to wiggle away from the man only got me inches.
He reached in and plucked me from the seat then threw me over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold. I only knew it was called this from TV, and I hated it instantly because everything was upside down. Squirming got me a hard slap to my ass. It stung all the way down my leg, and I screamed out into my gag.
I so wanted to hit this guy in the nads. Fuck him.
Not so delicately, I was placed in a chair, but I wasn’t taped to it.
A shorter man with salt and pepper hair came from one of the doors with two bodyguard type guys behind him. “What’s this?” the man said to the two behind me.
“Wanted to make sure she didn’t get away,” the driver said.
“And so you duct taped her?” The older man looked up to the ceiling and said, “Zip ties. How many times do I tell you? Tape is always a pain in the ass.”
“Sorry, boss,” the passenger said, and I plugged that into my memory banks. This guy was the boss of whatever in the hell was going on here.
“Take it off her mouth,” Bossman ordered.
I cried out as they ripped the tape from my lips, taking my hair and some of my skin with it. They then pulled out the rag. My jaw hurt, and I moved it to try to get it to go again. Not to mention how dry my mouth was.
“Assholes!” I said to the two men who had brought me here. The passenger seat man lifted his hand and smacked me right across the mouth. Not gonna lie. It hurt pretty fucking bad. It took me a moment to compose myself.
I’d never been hit by a man before, and never knew what to expect. Now that it had happened, I could go a lifetime without it happening again.
“Danny!” the boss yelled out. Passenger guy, or Danny, stepped away from me as I lifted my head, and I could feel the blood rolling down my chin. Great. Just great.
The boss took some steps forward, coming to me. “I don’t want to hurt you, Ellie.” My eyes narrowed at the use of my name. “But I’ll let Danny-boy here loose if you don’t tell me what I want to hear.”
My eyes shifted from the boss to the other men in the room. All of them had their eyes on me.
G.I. Jane. Ever see that movie? That was who I wanted to be right this moment. The type of woman who kicked ass and took names, not giving a flying hell about anything. I knew if I got out of this, I’d do training or something. Kickboxing maybe. I’d have moves in my arsenal that could take all these men out and wipe those damn smiles off their lips.
The boss cupped my chin, giving a bite of pain, but I didn’t flinch. I stared him down.
There had to be a way to escape. I wasn’t going out like this.
“You’ve got grit. That’s good,” Boss said mysteriously. “Tell me where Bri is.”
My heart stopped. I’d rather he kill me right where I was, than tell him where to find Bri.
I said nothing.
“See, she was involved with some business of mine, and I need to find her.”
“How did you find me?” The question was out before I could stop, but I needed to know the answer. How in the hell was I involved with any of this? I wanted out. Away from it all.
“Your Jeep plates. Easy to run. Some digging led us to Bri, the woman who hid in the bathroom and fucked my crew.”
“She did not. She knew nothing about what was going on. A friend invited her to the party, so she went. That was all she did wrong. Going to a damn party.”
“Is that so?” Boss said, looking to his right and lifted his chin. “What about Khloe?”
My head shook. “I have no idea what’s going on with Khloe.” Why in the hell was I answering this man? He was probably going to kill me no matter what I did or said.
Throwing anyone under the bus wouldn’t help the situation. But what I said about Bri was the truth and would hopefully get this guy off her tail. These men weren’t choir boys, that was for sure.
“Khloe has something of mine, and I want it back,” the boss said, and my mind reeled. What else had Khloe gotten herself into? “Do you know what it is?”
