Page 24 of Collide

The other problem with plan A was that Kai Wolfe was one heck of ascary motherfucker and a swift kick to the nuts was never going to bring him down.

Plan B. Don’t fight, let him take me to wherever we are goingand see what happens.

That seemed like a pretty fucking pointless plan, let the man take mewherever and do whatever he wants to me without putting up a fight?

Nope, not happening.

But what other choice did I have? Maybe he didn’t want to kill me,he’d been very generous when I had danced for him, maybe he wanted another dance and to give me another ten thousand dollars. Maybe the rumors of him being a murdering son-of-a-bitch were just rumors, and really he was a very good businessman and was going to offer me a job in a high-end strip club where I could finally earn a decent wage, and give Angel the life she deserved.

Maybe I was living in cloud fucking cuckoo land.

Plan C.

Fuck.

I didn’t have a plan C.

And it didn’t seem like I was going to have time to form one becausethe car had come to a stop and the engine switched off.

I held my breath as the car doors opened and then slammedshut causing vibrations to reverberate all around me. Footsteps came closer to the trunk and a noise indicated the lid had just been released.

Quick Riley, plan A or plan B.

The trunk opened and Kai loomed above me, looking a mixture ofmenacing and amused.

If I wasn’t so fucking angry or in this situation, maybe I could havetaken a moment to appreciate how gorgeous the man was, but right now, he could go fuck himself.

Behind him stood three other men, all looking as mean as Kai. One ofthem had dirty blonde messy hair and piercing blue eyes which were dancing with amusement at my predicament. He was slightly shorter than Kai but just as muscular.

The male standing next to him was the same height as Kai but wasdefinitely the least muscular out of all the men standing before me. He had olive skin and gorgeous brown eyes that matched the same color as his hair which was tied back into a small ponytail. Aside from a quick glance at me, he kept his eyes focused on the phone in his hand, tapping away on the screen as if this whole situation was boring him.

The third male was huge and had a shaved head, tattoos crept up hisneck and on both sides of his skull. He had dark eyes, a hook nose, and a prominent scar on his cheek that curved into the shape of a C. Out of the three of them, he scared me the most.

Not as much as Kai mind you, but he looked pretty damn intimidating.

One thing became crystal clear as soon as the trunk popped open, I was outnumbered.

“I apologize for putting you in the trunk, Ms. Bennett, I appreciate thatit’s not the most comfortable, but I couldn’t risk you trying to throw yourself out of the car. I’m sure you can understand.” Kai addressed me formally but almost sounded jovial, like he was making a joke at my expense. It made me want to leap out and punch him on the nose.

Or maybe the junk.

Perhaps I should have gone with plan A.

The gorgeous bastard had undone the top button on his white shirtand had taken his suit jacket off which he now held draped over his arm. I was pleased to see someone had been comfortable during our journey here.

Fucker.

I pulled myself up into a sitting position, my body aching from where Ihad been cramped into the small space. It became apparent we were in an underground car park, flashy looking cars parked along one wall. At the other end was an exit ramp with a closed gate, meaning I wouldn’t have gotten very far had I tried to run.

“What do you want with me?” I asked, holding my nerve and tryingmy hardest not to let this asshole intimidate me.

“Perhaps you’d like to be a bit more comfortable while we discuss oursituation?” Kai replied politely as if we were about to discuss the sale of a fucking car or something.

There were times in my life when I had a brain to mouth malfunction.

My brain wanted to say one thing, my mouth went off on its own accord.

Growing up, it sometimes got me in trouble at school, both withteachers and other kids. You would have thought I’d learned to curtail it by now, but nope.

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