Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 134133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 671(@200wpm)___ 537(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 671(@200wpm)___ 537(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
I do it, anyway.
I don’t understand why Silvan sent his illegal activities friend to get me instead of Hugh, but the only rational explanation I can glom onto with the limited information I have is that he’s doing something too illegal to involve Hugh in. Obviously, Silvan has access to professional criminals through his father, yet he’s opted to go with this friend of his instead.
Like the night at Professor DeMarco’s house.
So maybe he doesn’t want his dad to know about the stuff he’s doing to Professor DeMarco. I guess this is a game he only wants to play with me, and using his friend keeps it between us. When Silvan’s father gets involved, sometimes he grabs the reins, and I’m sure Silvan doesn’t like that.
He wants me at his mercy, not his father’s.
I just don’t understand why he’s doing this without any provocation. I’d understand if I had put up a fight and refused to transfer out of his class or something, but I’ve done exactly what he…
The computer password.
I haven’t seen Silvan use my computer since I gave it to him, but sometimes he wakes up before me to work out and shower before school. I know he had expressed concern about me that day in the coffee shop, and then I suddenly dropped his class. Could Professor DeMarco have sent me an email that Silvan intercepted, and I never saw?
I want to text him and ask what’s going on, but I also don’t want to say anything incriminating in case he’s being a lunatic.
God. Just when I was settling into the idea of being in an actual relationship with him. I thought we were having a nice romantic weekend, not... whatever this is.
I fold my arms over my chest and sulk as Silvan’s friend closes my car door and pops the trunk to throw my bag in.
I kept my purse up here with me and I think about texting Silvan just to make sure he did send this guy, but I don’t really have enough doubt to go through with it. I know they’re friends since he came last time Silvan got all crazy, and why else would this guy who is so clearly not interested in me be abducting me if not because my psycho boyfriend told him to? It just doesn’t check out.
I glance over at him when he gets in and shuts his door. “Do you work for Silvan or something?”
He shakes his head. “Just friends with similar interests.”
“When most people say that, they mean shopping or pilates,” I mutter.
He smirks faintly and reaches for the gear shift, but before he shifts into drive, he seems to remember something. “Can you do me a favor? Reach into the glove compartment and grab my phone. I need to put the address in the GPS.”
“Sure.” Without thought, I drop my purse in the floor and lean forward to unlatch the glove compartment door.
As soon as my hands are close together, he grabs them. I yelp, fighting to pull away, but before I can, he locks handcuffs around both hands and secures them. He reaches between my legs and I scream, but he’s not touching me, he’s only grabbing a chain on the floor and attaching it to the chain linking the cuffs. I yank and yank, but I must be chained to something under the seat because I can’t move my hands higher than my lap.
Wide-eyed and belligerent, I say, “What the hell?”
He ignores me and grabs my purse from the floor. He opens the middle section first and looks inside. When he doesn’t find what he’s looking for, he closes it and pulls open the back part, finding my phone. He grabs it and tosses it into the backseat so I won’t be able to reach it.
“Are you kidnapping me?”
Now that I’m bound, he seems to find me even less significant than before. I don’t think he’ll even bother answering me, but he finally says, “I’m taking you to Silvan, like I said.”
“To ransom me? Because if Silvan sent you, I can’t believe he would want me transported this way. When he finds out how you’re treating me, he’s going to be pissed.”
I expect my words to get through a little bit. If he and Silvan are good enough friends for Silvan to trust him with the things he trusts him with, surely, he knows how much Silvan cares about me.
Rather than look the least bit scared, though, the bastard smirks at me. “Maybe before your little phone call. But Silvan has pretty strong opinions about unfaithful women. Right now, I think he could be convinced that you needed to be… punished.”
When he delivers the last line, he reaches over and traces the curve of my jaw with one gloved finger. My breath hitches and a thrill of sheer terror shoots down my spine because I know how helpless I am to defend myself right now.