Page 53 of Trace's Passion
She was breathing hard and her face was red with her anger. He looked over her and saw that her shirt had been ripped open and her bra was exposed, and he saw in shades of red.
The man in front of her had his shirt off and his pants unbuttoned and was trying his damndest to open Emery’s pants, but she was having none of it. She was thrashing on the bed and screaming at him, one of the bonds on her legs broke free and she kicked the guy as hard as she could between the legs, making him drop to the floor with a groan.
Trace wanted to cheer but kept quiet and he saw Brek looking in the window of the back door, his face a mask of determination.
Trace turned and signaled to Reid who crept closer and when he got to Trace’s side, Trace whispered, “She is in there. You heard her screams. The guy has her tied to a bed and is trying to rape her. We need to get her out.”
Reid looked pissed, but nodded. And Trace looked up at Brek, who had his gun up and ready. He mouthed, “On the count of three. One, two, THREE!”
He kept his body shielded from a direct shot and stayed off to the side, but yanked open the door as hard as he could and the man on the ground was still groaning, and Trace kept his gun trained on the man. “Stay on the ground! You are under arrest for the kidnapping of Emery Collins.”
The man went stock still, and then turned, his eyes cold as ice and glared at him.
Then he slowly stood, and blocked Trace’s view of Emery.
“She wanted to be here. She is mine. And I can’t take what is already mine. Because she is mine. She just didn’t know it yet.”
Trace kept his gun up, and watched the man with a singular focus, not wanting to let his guard down.
Emery yelled from behind him, “I didn’t want to be here! You broke into my house and drugged me.”
Trace had to ignore her for a few moments, because he was getting angrier as he stood in front of the man, and the man’s face started going red when Emery had spoken.
‘SHE IS MINE! I claimed her long before you did. I’m just showing her who she belongs to.”
Trace shook his head slightly, “If you have to kidnap a woman and drug her, then she isn’t yours. No matter what you think. That isn’t how it works.”
Lance growled, “She wanted it. She was just playing hard to get. I have seen it before. Ladies play games with men because they want a chase. Want to be thrilled in their relationship. Well, I did just that. I chased her and gave her the thrills she wanted. And now I am claiming her as mine. You may have touched her first, but she was always meant to be mine. Her virgin blood was supposed to be mine. I asked for it a long time ago.”
Trace shook his head again, his gun staying level with the man’s chest. “No, she isn’t. She is her own person and she didn’t want you. She never has. You scared her enough to make her run to another state. And yet somehow you found her still. How?”
Lance scoffed, “I knew she was leaving from the minute she planned to. I bugged her room with a video camera and a microphone. I have seen and heard all of her conversations and I tracked her phone. It was easy to break into. She left it that way on purpose. Just like she enticed me with her body. I saw how she looks naked. How she practically begged me to take her because I think she knew I was watching her. She was born to be mine.”
Trace almost jerked with his anger, knowing this man had seen her naked, “You violated her privacy and tracked her phone, which is also a violation. Those are offenses that are being added to your jail time as you talk. You need to get on your knees with your hands behind your head. I will not ask again. You are surrounded here and the only way you are going to leave is in the back of my car, or in a body bag. Your choice.”
Lance sneered at him, “You don’t have the guts Deputy. Too much of a pussy to actually pull the trigger.”
Trace shook his head, “I won’t pull the trigger on an unarmed man, I don’t care what you say to me. I am not that kind of cop. But I will count to three and if you aren’t on your knees with your hands behind your head, I won’t be responsible for what happens.”
Lance laughed and got on his knees, smirking at him.
Trace reached for his cuffs, and when he moved in front of the door to step into the shack, he heard a click, and he looked down, seeing that he stepped on a board of some sort and when he looked up, Lance was on his feet again, “And boom. Now you are dead. If you move at all, the bomb that’s under your feet will blow. But Emery and I are getting out of here.”
