“Wes, make sure she stays quiet,” he orders.
A second later the guy named Wes, wraps his arm around my torso and picks me up. He pulls me flush to his chest and then covers my mouth with his free hand. I’m assaulted with his scent as it fills my nostrils, pine and something earthy. Because he is so much taller than me, my feet dangle off the ground. Trey grabs my legs and holds them up before I get the chance to kick him. Together they carry me outside. I’m completely immobilized and unable to scream and I know I’m as good as dead now. I try and remain calm, but my chest heaves and my heart beats impossibly fast. I’m going to die…they’re going to kill me.
Once outside, I’m reminded of my lack of clothing. The cool March air hits my half-naked body, making me shiver.
“Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up in the car,” Wes chuckles close to my ear, his breath making me shiver more, and strangely not from just fear or the cold.
We cross the backyard until we get to the fence and I wonder how they think they’re going to get me over that eight-foot iron fence just before I realize one of the panels are gone. They somehow took out a whole part of the fence without anyone knowing it. With me in their hold, we stroll right out of the back yard and off the property. I squirm in a last-ditch effort to escape their hold, but they both just tighten their grips.
A black SUV is parked behind the opening and the guy walking in front opens the back door. Trey lets go of my legs, but Wes’s hold on me is unyielding as he sits down with me on the backseat. Trey and the other guy get into the front of the car. The moment all the car doors close the pit in my stomach grows exponentially. No one even saw us. I’m in their car, half-naked, tied up and no one even knows I’ve been taken.
How will they ever be able to find me if they don’t even know I’m gone?
Chapter Two
Wes
This wasn’t part of the plan, she wasn’t supposed to be here. We’ve never made a mistake like this before and I still don’t know how this happened. I’m angry, pissed off that we fucked up, but I need to keep my head, because here she sits, my enemy’s daughter in my lap, Jonathan Richards’ daughter.
With her firm little ass pressed against my already hardened dick. It would be much easier to keep my head straight if she was wearing actual clothes. But with her exposed legs and braless tits, it’s really fucking hard to think about anything besides my hands on her body and my dick inside of her. Fuck, it’s been way too long since I got my dick wet. I should have picked up a one-night stand before this gig. Of course, we didn’t know she was going to be here, so it’s not really my fault.
“Got some duct-tape in that bag?” I ask Declan. He twists around and starts digging in the bag sitting on the floorboard next to us. Jessa’s small body is trembling in my hold and I can feel her tears running down her cheeks, landing against my hand that’s covering her pouty lips.
I almost feel sorry for her…almost. Maybe if she wasn’t the daughter of the guy responsible for our parents’ death, I could cut her a little slack, but since she is who she is, I can’t really feel anything besides hate for her. I grit my teeth trying my best not to react to that deep raging fire burning inside my veins.
“We should just kill her,” Declan says while pulling out the duct tape. “We could send her back to her old man…piece by piece.”
Jessa’s shaking intensifies and I know it’s not because she is cold.
She is scared, and she should be. We’ve done some dark shit, killed more people than I can even count. Blood has coated my hands for a long time, so long I don’t even remember the color of my own skin sometimes.
Declan rips off a piece of duct tape and I make her lean forward so he can reach her face better. I lift my hand off her mouth, half expecting her to scream the second it takes my brother to put the tape over her lips, but she doesn’t, and for a second, I think maybe she is smarter than I thought. Screaming wouldn’t do her any good. All the guards are dead. No one is coming to rescue her.
“Nah, let’s not kill her yet, I already have other plans for her,” Trey, my youngest brother, chimes in. I’m not sure what exactly his plan is, but I’ve got a pretty good idea…he wants to make her pay for her father’s sins. I’m usually not for hurting women, but this one, I’m making an exception for.