Page 142 of Triple Pucked

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Suddenly, the violent sound of shattering glass from somewhere behind me makes jump.

In shock, I knock the popcorn bowl off my knee, and the flakes are scattered like a white pool of blood over the black floor.

I leap up. My heart is in my throat.

Did someone break a window in one of the other rooms?

Fear stabs through me.

Most of the security team are at the rink. The only remaining members are at the gates.

I glance around desperately for my phone.

Where the fuck did I leave it?

I hurl cushions off the couch, feeling beneath them.

Nothing.

Shit, Shay stole it earlier to play Candy Crush against Cody again.

It’s upstairs in our bedroom.

I freeze, hearing footfalls outside.

I glance around, trying to search for a weapon.

There isn’t anything.

I snatch up the empty glass bowl, holding it in front of myself like a shield.

My pulse is roaring.

Breathing hard, I am relieved that the others are safely at the arena.

All of a sudden, I feel a sharp sting in my chest.

Confused, I glance down to find a red tipped tranquilizer dart sticking out of my chest. The hit is hard enough to make me stagger, as if something has fractured.

A rib…?

I rip out the dart, but my mind becomes foggy.

What’s happening…?

What…?

A wave of calmness washes over me.

Why am I…? I can’t let this happen to me.

Not again. Not again. Not…

Kidnapped.

Captured.

Why…?

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