Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Settling behind the wheel, Noah quickly pulled the car out of traffic, choosing the closest place—the half-empty parking lot of a grocery store. He parked the car.
The guy recovered enough to fight back at this point, and Noah took a punch to the jaw. Pain exploded in his face. Now that he’d lost the element of surprise, he had to use brute force to wrestle the man down until he was on top of him. They scrabbled in the front seat, and Noah pushed open the passenger door and fell out of it, his elbow scraping along the harsh surface of the pavement. He quickly got to his feet and yanked the man out of the car, but the guy came out fighting, slamming Noah into the ground.
He hit with a hard whoosh of air but quickly rolled them until he was on top. He came up to his knees and the guy scrambled away from him. Noah grinned and dove at his legs, using his weight to pin him down. Climbing back up the guy, he smashed his fist into the man’s nose, causing him to scream and reach for his face.
Shoving to his feet, Noah kicked him in the side, knocking the wind out of him. He paused for a second and then kicked him in the groin for good measure. The man howled, curling up as he held his wounded dick and balls. Noah hurried into the car for his duct tape.
He stood over the guy for only a second as he pulled a nice, long strip.
By the time he’d disabled the man and wrestled him into the back seat of the car, he was soaked with sweat, and his face and elbow ached. He got into the sedan just as Rowe pulled into the parking lot. He motioned for him to follow.
Now they had to find a quiet spot where they could get some answers.
Chapter Eleven
“I get it now,” JB said when he climbed out of the Jeep and came to stand next to Rowe.
Standing with his arms folded over his chest, he waited for Noah to park the sedan in a clear spot near the truck. It felt like the entire world had fallen away as they’d driven for so long in what looked like a whole lot of nowhere. Trees closed in around them, blocking any sight of the road and the darkening sky. The birds had gone quiet with their presence in the area. Other eyes were on them, watching from a safe distance, but he was sure none of them were human. They were safe for now, but it was only a matter of time before the people after them realized their lookout had gone missing.
“Get what?”
JB flashed him a wide grin. “Why you keep an entire box of duct tape in the back of your truck. When did they start making it with so many colors and designs?”
Rowe made a tsking noise as he shook his head. “Kid, you’ve got so much to learn. They’ve got glow in the dark tape now.”
“And scented tape, like grape and orange cream,” Noah called out as he climbed from the sedan.
“Yeah, but I’m not wasting the scented tape on assholes and shitheads trying to kill me,” Rowe called out.
Noah chuckled as he stepped backward to the rear door and pulled it open. “No, the scented tape is for private fun and games.”
Rowe glanced over at JB to find that his eyes had widened, and a soft flush was staining his pale cheeks. He could only imagine what thoughts were zooming through his head, and Rowe didn’t care so long as all those images of Noah also contained Rowe right there with him.
With a smirk, he walked over to the car and placed a hand on Noah’s shoulder. They got up to some strange and kinky things at times, and Rowe was surprised by how freeing it could be. He’d never felt particularly restricted with Mel, but there was something about being with Noah that tapped his adventurous side. But even when they weren’t getting their freak on with duct tape and lime Jell-O, he loved putting a look of pure joy on Noah’s face.
Unfortunately, their fun was largely put on hold until they could uncover what the fuck was going on and why JB and Noah were now in a killer’s sights.
Rowe placed his hand on Noah’s chin and gently turned his head to look closer at the dark bruise that was forming on his jaw. There were a few other scrapes, but he’d seen Noah looking far worse. For the most part, he just looked sweaty and hot from his struggle and the drive.
“Trust me, he’s far worse than me,” Noah said with a cocky grin.
Rowe looked around Noah to find the man with a strip of duct tape over his mouth, his hands bound behind his back, his ankles bound together, and then another piece of tape binding his feet to his hands.