Page 90 of Billionaire Unreachable: Wyatt

Ted had been the one who had broken into my apartment, and he’d told me ad nauseum what he’d done with my underwear to get himself off until he could kidnap me.

He had followed me many times, and he’d bitched incessantly about his inability to catch me alone in San Diego once he’d decided to target me. Even though Wyatt’s security was discreet, he’d known they were tailing me.

He’d tried to follow Wyatt and me the first time we’d gone out together, but he’d given up almost immediately. Ted had mentioned that Wyatt was much too aware of his surroundings, and he was afraid that he’d get caught.

God, had Ted gone off the deep end and started stalking and murdering women after the loss of his family? Obviously, he’d been abusive with his wife and probably his kids, too. He’d probably never been quite right in the head, but it was terrifying that he could appear to be a grieving man when it was necessary.

According to Ted, he’d killed those other two women because of his inability to get to me after the break-in. I’d supposedly been his real target, and I’d been inaccessible. Did I really believe that? Not really. He’d killed because he wanted to kill.

He’d been watching me on my trip to the airport.

Because Wyatt’s security team had accompanied me until I passed through security at the airport, Ted had never had a chance to snatch me in San Diego. So the bastard had followed me to Montana, hoping I’d be more vulnerable here.

Unfortunately, he had good technical skills.

He’d stalked me online.

He knew where my family lived, and he’d even known where I was going because he knew about the annual picnic.

I shuddered as I thought about the way he’d targeted the takeover of this particular cabin because it was off-grid, and because there was a defenseless older man who lived here alone. A man who was now dead somewhere on this property. He’d killed the owner, stolen his truck so he could ditch the stolen vehicle he’d used to get here, and had staked out Kaleb’s home, successfully concealing the truck until he saw an opportunity.

He’d gotten that opportunity when he’d spotted me leaving the house for the barn with a pair of high-powered binoculars that he’d also swiped from this small, one room cabin.

All of his acts for his so-called revenge were diabolical, vile, and more evil than any normal person could possibly comprehend.

My body froze as a loud snore sounded from right next to me on the other side of the bed.

Ted?

Oh, dear God, he was lying right next to me, probably so drunk that he had passed out.

He’d been drinking from a hard liquor bottle on his way here, and he’d consumed a lot more alcohol once we’d arrived.

In fact, he’d been so drunk that he’d been unable to get aroused enough to rape me, which had put him into a rage so out of control that he’d beaten me senseless until I’d lost consciousness.

My jeans were probably still unbuttoned, but I was completely dressed, just like I’d been before I’d passed out.

Now that I was fully awake and my brain was mildly functional, my heart was beating so hard and fast that I could barely hear the murderer snoring beside me.

Bile rose up in my throat, and my eyes watered from the nausea I was experiencing because I was literally lying right next to a serial killer.

What in the hell was I going to do?

Accessing this off-grid home had been miles of dirt road without another structure around. Even if I could get free, I had nowhere to go. I couldn’t move without experiencing pain so intense that it was crippling.

God, maybe I should have fought Ted harder in the very beginning, but because I knew him, and because I didn’t want my head blown off, I’d thought it would be wiser to comply until he calmed down.

Of course, that was before I knew he could rape and kill someone without a single ounce of remorse.

I had no doubt that Ted would kill me just like he’d killed the others before me. He might wake up with a raging hangover, but he’d be sober and capable of carrying through with his plans.

Ihadto find a way to get the hell out of here.

My adrenaline and fear were blocking some of the pain at the moment, but I wasn’t sure exactly what injuries I’d suffered, and if I could physically manage to walk my way out.

Frustrated tears poured down my face in the darkness as I tested the strength of my bonds carefully.

The thick rope was so tight around my wrists and ankles that it was cutting off my circulation, and there was no give in the material.

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