Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 47758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
He gave the signal to the pilot and then went back to where he’d left Tulip. Taking a seat opposite her, he watched her as they took off.
They were in the air for about twenty minutes before she started to come around. The drug wasn’t designed to keep her out for days.
“What’s going on?” she asked, confused. She started to wriggle in the cuffs, and within a matter of minutes, she was fully awake.
“What kind of fucked-up shit are you on?” She cried out as she wrested her wrists against the binds. “Let me the fuck out.”
He noticed she didn’t exactly scream for help, another unusual sign. “I want to know where you grew up.”
“On planet Earth. What the fuck is your deal? I don’t know you but believe me, you don’t want to have anything to do with me.”
“I know. Of course, I don’t want anything to do with you. I’m not taking you for me. I’m taking you for someone else.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Now, tell me about yourself.”
She pressed her lips together.
He smiled.
This woman had a lot more sass and spirit than Sarah, that was for damn sure. This girl’s twin, and he was sure she was a twin, was way too meek and submissive. It always surprised him seeing Landon and Sarah together, but he’d kept that to himself. Landon hadn’t experienced any of that need, the passion to claim his woman. With Sarah, he’d never stopped being sweet, loving.
“You didn’t grow up in a happy home.”
“I’m not about to play stories with you. You’ve kidnapped me. That’s a crime, you know. They’re going to lock you up and throw away the key.”
“You’re not the first woman I’ve taken, or the first woman I’ve thought about killing. I’ve been doing this gig a long time and so far, no one’s come close to taking me out.”
“Oh, great, I had to be the one to serve the weirdo. Why come to the UK, huh? What was in it for you?”
“I actually came to be with my wife, so seeing you, let’s just say, you’re a mystery to me.”
“I don’t do no funny business. Wait, if you’ve got a wife you clearly fancy, why are you bothering with me?” she asked.
“All will become clear.” He got up and went to the food stand. He grabbed a couple of sandwiches and some snacks and returned.
“This is how you’re going to win me over? A sandwich and a packet of crisps? Please.”
“I have no interest in winning you, Tulip. The tranquilizer I gave you may make you feel a little sick, and well, I’ve got big plans for you.”
“I’ve got no plans.”
He stood in front of her and grabbed the back of her head. “I’ve been nice so far.”
“You call kidnapping nice? You’re deluded.”
He smiled. “I’ve been called much worse. You’re not the first time, nor will you be the last. Now, you’re going to eat something and then you’re going to tell me why you won’t call for help.”
“Fuck you.”
“I’ll make you and believe me, you won’t like it.” He let go of her hair and went to her throat. He gripped tightly and she let out a little choking sound. Her mouth opened and he was about to put in some of the sandwich he picked up, but she jerked away as he let her go.
“I’ll eat. I’ll eat.”
He gave her the food, taking a seat opposite her. This was going to be a long flight. Already this girl was giving him a headache but so far, he needed her more than he needed peace of mind.
****
Tulip woke up.
She didn’t know where she was, but she knew she was locked in a room. Everything from the past day—or was it longer?—now came rushing back to her. Putting a hand around her throat, she groaned. She’d eaten her food and the man, whose name she didn’t know, continuously asked her questions.
He was there right in front of her, asking her where she came from. He really didn’t like it when she said some sperm and a vagina. Just because some wealthy-looking guy had taken her, fed her, and overall hadn’t been a giant dick to her, it didn’t mean she was ready for any of this shit. Whatever reason he had for kidnapping her, it wasn’t good.
She wanted to go home.
It was kind of crazy. Not too long before he’d turned up at the shitty restaurant where she worked, she thought about going away, traveling. America had come to mind. Now, she wanted to go home, to her rubbish apartment and not have to worry about any of this.
She wouldn’t get that luxury. Climbing out of the bed, she made a note of the expense of it. The silk sheets, the largeness of the room.