Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 57943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
“Yeah, but there isn’t much they are going to be able to do. He was so hard to pin down the first time. It took him nearly…” I trailed off, not wanting to finish the thought.
He growled, obviously completing the thought in his mind. “They’ll catch him eventually.” He didn’t sound very convinced though.
I really hoped that, after nearly getting in a lot of trouble, he’d move far away to avoid the police. A girl could dream.
After finally arriving at Cale’s, we sleepily got out of the truck and retrieved our bags. He stopped me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Everything will be okay, Lia,” he promised.
But when we got to the front porch, my heart started beating wildly out of control. A box with “Lia” scrawled across the top was waiting for me.
“Hell no!” Cale snarled, dropping his bags to rip open the box.
I peered over his shoulder. There was broken glass and a pair—my pair—of Louboutins from the night of the abduction inside. I could feel my knees shaking as he pulled out the note.
My eyes felt weighted as I struggled to wake up. I must have been really tired after the flight because I felt drugged.
Wait. Why can’t I wake up?
Slowly, I forced my heavy lids open, taking in my surroundings. My head was throbbing. I was in a car, riding with someone. A strange feeling of déjà vu washed over me as clarity was fighting to surface.
Oh no. No, no, no!
My nightmare had finally come true.
This time, not only were my hands bound behind me, but my feet were also tied together at the ankles and knees. This could not be happening.
I looked over to see Sam driving like it was normal to have a victim tied up in his car. Tears rolled down my face as I whimpered. He turned to glare at me for a second before turning back to watch road.
“Well, well, well. Look who decided to wake up. I missed you, Lia.”
I started to cry harder but quickly realized that it was a bad idea with my mouth taped shut because I could barely breathe. When he noticed that I was struggling, he reached over and ripped the tape from my mouth. As freeing as it felt, it also hurt like hell.
“Sam, why are you doing this to me? Please just take me back or let me out right here. Nobody has to know. You can go somewhere and the police will never find you. Please let me go,” I pleaded with him.
He laughed—actually laughed at me, which made me understand I would never get away from this psycho. “You know, Lia, I gave you many chances to remember, but you STILL can’t after all this time. Was I that invisible to you?” he snapped.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Sam,” I told him tearfully.
“God, you were always such a BITCH!” he yelled at me, causing me to recoil in fear.
What the hell is he talking about?
He acted like we went back further than just three years.
“What were you getting your degree in before you decided to fucking quit college?” he demanded angrily.
“Finance,” I squeaked out, unsure where this was going.
“And was there anyone in practically ALL of your classes that you ignored and treated like a piece of shit?” he spat.
God, I am so confused!
As I tried to quickly recall a Sam from my classes, I drew up blank. Then it hit me. Vick was a guy in several of my classes. He was a total weirdo with his long hair always in his face. His glasses weren’t the cute kind, and he almost always wore a hoodie over his head. Vick had completely creeped me out back then.
Once, he’d actually asked me out. When I was about to tell him, “No, thanks,” Jessie chimed in, laughing at him, “Get lost, loser. She doesn’t date people like you.” I was embarrassed at her statement but thankful he left me alone after that.
Sam Vickerson was Vick. Ugh. Everything made sense. Well, except for why he was so obsessed with me.
“Vick?” I asked.
He smiled at me, no longer angry looking.
Okay, my only chances of survival would be to try and keep that smile on his face. “Uh, Sam—er, Vick—why did you take me?” I asked, genuinely needing to know the answer.
“Because you belong to me,” he said simply.
My heart was racing. If only Cale were here…
Where is Cale?
Last I remembered, we were looking in that box.
“Vick, where is Cale?” I feared for the answer.
His brows furrowed nastily. “I hit that fucker over the head with a two-by-four. He won’t be getting up anytime soon. The asshole should have never touched what was mine in the first place,” he growled.
My stomach turned at the thought of him hurt. “Did you drug me?” I questioned, my chin quivering.