Page 23 of Stealing His Christmas Present

“Please. Just let me go. If you want money, you can have it. Weapons? Sure. My family has a lot of things, and they can get you a lot of things. All you have to do is say what you want. No one even has to know you’re behind all this. I can lie.”

He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t lower his guard either, and he was almost done with the rope.

I couldn’t let him leave.

“Let me guess. You don’t want anything like that,” I said, meeting his gaze. “You just want me to suck your cock. You want me to trail my tongue up and down your—”

He jerked back, his lips parting.

I used his distraction and threw myself at him. My hand closed around the gun, and I pulled it out of his holster.

His fingers tightly gripped my raw wrist, and I cried out. My whole body shook as I tried to aim the gun at him.

But I wasn’t strong enough.

Pablo jumped at me like a wild animal, ripping the gun out of my hand and pinning me to the floor with his strong body.

For a moment, we were frozen in time, our gazes locked, our lips only inches apart.

His eyes lowered to my parted lips.

Was he going to kiss me?

It kind of looked like he wanted to do it.

Instead, he jabbed the barrel of the gun into my forehead.

My heartbeat resounded in my head, my throat constricting, tears filling the corners of my eyes.

“Please,” I choked out, barely breathing.

He pulled the trigger.

My whole body trembled as the gun simply clicked.

A wide smile spread across Pablo’s face, a glint in his eyes.

He kept laughing as he pushed himself up to his feet, tucking the gun back into his holster.

I gasped for breath, unable to move.

“I wanted to give you some food, but it looks like you don’t want it,” he said, looming over me. “You still have too much energy left. But don’t worry, we’ve only just begun. You’ll be begging me to kill you.”

I could only watch him as he locked the door again. Tears blurred my vision as he disappeared from view, but I pushed them back.

I wasn’t going to cry.

I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.

But it was so damn hard.

So damn hard not to fall apart.

My only hope was that my family would find me anyway. Maybe the info Pablo had was wrong, and they were only trying to fool him into thinking they weren’t on to him.

I needed to believe it, or I was going to lose my mind too in this cold, dark cell.

I had to persist.

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