Untamed (A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance) (190 page)

The black bag smells like sweat and saliva.

It grosses me out to think that this bag has been over someone else’s head before.

It terrifies me to think that that person, in all likelihood, is no longer alive. Swimming with the fishes. Sleeping with the daisies. Whatever the hell it is they say.

The car slows, and I hear a metal shutter gate pulled up and open. It’s rusty and squeaky… and that man’s words ring through my head again.

Chemical plant
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What are they going to do to me?

All I can think is that they’re going to kill us, but not before they torture us. Pierce ducked out of the fight, the Russian won by forfeit, and all these people who bet on Pierce lost their money.

They want their payback now, and if they can’t get it in greenbacks, they’ll get it in red blood.

I want to hate him, want to call him a fucking idiot, want to blame it all on him, but it’s not all his fault. I know it’s not all his fault.

God damn it, why didn’t he just tell me they’d threatened me? Would I have left? I think about it for a moment before coming to my senses.

Of course I would have fucking left!

I would never risk my life for a boy I just met. Even one I might be falling for… even one about to become my stepbrother.

I hear the car door open, and cool night air floods in. I shiver, and then one of the men grabs me by the wrists and pulls me out of the car. I keep my head low. I’ve got that image in my head where a policeman is pushing someone he’s arrested into a cop car, and he’s got his hand on top of the perp’s head.

I don’t want to hit my head. It’s so absurd to be worrying about this, but I can’t help myself.

“Over ’ere, darlin’,” one of the men says.

I feel his arms around my shoulders as he guides me, and I shiver again. I shake him off me.

“Suit yourself, love,” he says. He gives me a small push in the back. I feel my blood begin to boil. God, I wish I could punch this asshole.

“Stop,” he says. I do, and turn around, heaving a sigh. He pulls the bag from my head, and I’m blinded momentarily by a single bright light hanging from the ceiling.

As my vision adjusts, I notice that I’m in some kind of office. There’s supposed to be glass in the window in front of us, but the panes have long since been broken. Controls, buttons, knobs, and levers all lie rusty and dead. Everything is old-iron-brown and filthy, covered with a layer of dust.

Out of the glassless window I can see massive vats, and on top of them are what appear to me to be gigantic whisks. They mix chemicals in those vats.

I swallow. I’m trying my best not to acknowledge how scared I am. I don’t want to start panicking.

“Turn around,” the man says. He sneers at me. I stare angrily at him.

“Turn around, love,” he says, this time stepping closer. I shake my head at him.

“Darlin’, behind you there’s a chair where you can sit. Either sit in it or don’t, I don’t care. But no matter what, you’re stuck in ’ere.”

Fuck you
, I think to him. I flash a quick glance behind me and do see a chair, but I don’t sit. Instead, I wait for him to leave the small office. I can hear him locking the door with a deadbolt from the outside.

I immediately go to the window, and look down. It’s a long drop into some kind of pit. Maybe they used to keep a neutralizing agent in there, or maybe just water. All I know is that I’d never make it without breaking my leg.

Damn it!

I’m not even thinking about what they’re going to do to me. I’m wondering what they’re doing to Pierce.

I hear a gunshot, and my whole body jolts. The bang was so loud, my ears hurt, and I’m in a closed room. It came from somewhere nearby, somewhere in the same building I’m in.

Following the gunshot is a cry of pain.

I recognize the voice.

It’s Pierce.

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