Page 130 of Vicious Vows

Freja’s eyes fill with tears. I know how she feels, but we have to stay calm. We might only have one chance to make a run for it.

Flynn’s phone rings and he answers. “Hello? Yup, they’re both awake. In the morning? We’ll be ready.”

He ends the call, turning to us. “Settle in, ladies. Looks like we’re not going anywhere for a few hours.”

* * *

My arms are numb, which probably isn’t a good thing, and I have to pee so badly that I’m afraid I’m going to piss all over myself. Flynn has been asleep on his bed for a few hours now. I glare at him, tugging at the ropes some more. My wrists are bleeding, so I guess it’s a good thing I can’t feel them. Right?

Freja whispers, “Getting anywhere?”

“No. You?”

“No.” She pauses. “I’m scared.”

I am too, for so many reasons. I close my eyes. I want to tell her that I’m pregnant, but I know it’s dangerous to do so. There’s no telling who Flynn is working for and what they’ll do when they discover that I’m carrying Odin’s baby. A sob works its way up my throat before I can stop it.

“Keep trying,” Freja whispers.

I do because there’s no other choice.

By the time the sky lightens as dawn approaches, I know we’ve run out of time. Flynn’s phone rings, waking him.

“Hello? Good. See you soon.” He turns to us. “Ladies, this is where we part ways. It’s been a pleasure.”

A few moments later, there’s a loud knock on the door. Two men enter that I don’t recognize. Of course, if they’re foot soldiers, I wouldn’t recognize them.

The taller one slaps a thick envelope against Flynn’s chest. “G gives you her thanks.”

G? Who is G?

“Always a pleasure, gents.” He turns, bowing to us. “Good luck.”

Grabbing his bag, he leaves the motel room, whistling a soft tune as he goes.

One man turns to me and a new fear blooms through my body.

“Don’t you dare touch me.”

I’m rewarded with a slap across the cheek that brings tears to my eyes.

“Listen and listen well. If you draw attention to us, I’ll cut your tongue out. All you need is a pussy where you’re going. Understand?”

I feel like I’m going to be sick, but nod. The man unties the rope and I almost cry because it hurts so badly as my arms fall heavily to the side. He wastes no time bringing my hands in front of me and slapping a pair of handcuffs on them.

“Stand.”

I do, though my legs tremble. Freja doesn’t have the same luck and falls forward, making the other man curse. He kicks her in the side, making her cry out.

“Don’t hurt her!”

I’m slapped again. This time, blood trickles out the corner of my mouth.

“Walk or be dragged. I don’t give a shit.” The man turns to his counterpart. “Grab their bags. We don’t want any evidence left behind.”

He shoves me through the doorway. No one is around, and even if they were, I don’t know if they would rush to help me. That’s just the world we live in. I try to be brave as I walk into the unknown. When I reach the ground level, two men walk up, grabbing me. My first instinct is to fight back, which only earns me another hit to the face.

At least it’s not my stomach, I think as they drag me toward an unmarked van.

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