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“Whatever you were giving her wasn’t what she needed. I guarantee ‘tattoo guy’ in there wasn’t laying it down the way she needed. I’m going to give her a taste of the good stuff, so she knows what’s good for her. She’ll be begging me for it afterwards.”

He palms my breasts with his massive hands and tries to slide his hands between my legs. I try to scream but the band around my throat tightens. I fight his wandering hands until I’m tossed inside something. My hands are bound in front of me before darkness surrounds me.

“Don’t you worry about it. Your debt is paid, and all that soft shit can go with you as you make your exit. You don’t get women like Zoie Watson without a stiff upper hand.”

The way he says my name with such reverence makes my stomach twist. Trav must’ve been the idiot who’d been in the shop with Devin when he’d decided to try to lay claim to me. Knowing that bastard, Devin, he probably sold me to pay whatever debt he owes. It makes me want to find a way for a rabid dog to have a good chance at his gonads.

I am pissed. Who does he think he is? Does he really think I’m some form of commodity? What was the price?

As if there’s an amount that would be acceptable for me to be sold as some sex slave. All of these questions float through my mind for all of ten seconds then I silently chastise myself for doing something so stupid.

“Oooooh, when I get out of this I’m going to kick his ass. My combat boot may need to take a trip to happyville and go to town,” I say to myself and want to scream at how weak my voice actually sounds.

My phone vibrates in my pocket and I want to kick my own ass for not remembering I had the damn thing with me. I contort my body so that I can reach my back pocket. By sheer luck the geniuses who decided to snatch me grabbed a bag with fabric that was thin enough for me to see my damn screen. The text is from Max. She is probably giving me shit about tonight. I hit a button I hope means I’m calling her. The fabric is thin but not thin enough for me to clearly read messages. I can’t see the damn icons on the thing.

I shush her then quickly begin to talk before she loses her mind about me shushing her. We’re cut from the same cloth, one in the same, so I know her well enough to know she was ready to give me an earful since I would’ve done the same thing to her.

“Max girl, that idiot, Devin, is using me as payment to take care of his debt. I don’t know what the fuck he has me in exactly but I’m expected to have sex with that shithead, Travis,” I tell her in one breath.

I’m speaking as fast as I can in a voice, that is just above a stage whisper. I know that I’m in the trunk of some vehicle. Hell, it may be my own with the two I’ve been abducted by. Between the two of them, they have one functional working brain. The car that I’m in is new. It still has the new car smell to it which definitely rules mine out. I’ve had my car for a couple years now. It smells like lavender and vanilla. Suddenly, I lurch forward and almost slam into a spiky thing. The car was suddenly stopped, and I begin to have a panic attack. The spiky thing connects with my shoulder and I have to remind myself not to scream because it flippin’ hurt like hell.

Saying the words, “snatched me” causes the truth of my situation to hit home and I begin to cry. A fierce growl comes through the phone and I startle.

The determined, pissed off voice of my Trevor is the one who reassures me. I have no time to respond because I can hear him outside the car. Quickly ending the call, I don’t even let Trevor know that I heard him. I don’t want to be caught. Turning my phone to silent, I put the thing in my sock. For some reason, I feel breast, butt, or crotch scream “find me now.” The sock position, I believe, may give me some wiggle room and a possible chance at another call later. That is, if I’m not immediately found.

I determine in that moment I’m going to fight as much as I possibly can until the crew arrives. I know they will find me. Hearing Trevor’s voice has me fighting back sobs I didn’t realize I’d built up. I quickly understand why the unexpected response begins to be released. Tonight, was supposed to be Trevor’s special night with me. All of this was going to be given to him. Now, some fuck-faced bastard was going to destroy our night or at least try.

“I’m going to fight until I can fight no longer. He’s not going to have a willing victim when he tries what I know he wants with me this day.”

I’m bound and determined to keep this man away from me. I know it isn’t going to be easy. Let’s face it, I’m a woman and he’s a man twice my size in height and mass. It doesn’t mean I’m going to lay down and allow him to have me. I’ve never been a pushover and I’m not going to start today.

The trunk–should’ve known that’s where I was—of the car pops open and I use my legs to slam into the chest of the person who reaches for me. I hop out of the back of the trunk and begin to run. I can see open road ahead of me but not much else. I’m just hoping someone sees me. The tie the damn bag is done up with some plastic binding that I can’t seem to work off. That was smart of the dumb asses. Sucks for me.

That makes me run even harder. I’m so grateful for my morning runs with Trevor I could cry right now. Pregnant or not, I promised myself I would stay in shape. All too soon something connects with the back of my head and I’m falling. Fuck, for a big guy he caught my ass rather quickly.