He just keeps driving.
I have no idea where he’s taking me and I have no way to get out of this car.
All I know is I’m supposed to be losing my virginity tonight to the highest bidder and instead I’ve been kidnapped by some rogue, bearded, mountain man.Chapter 5RyderIt wasn’t supposed to be so goddamn dramatic, but Justine hollering in the backseat is making my blood boil... and doubt to course through my veins.
I didn’t think this all the way through. Like what might happen if I got caught with this heiress. I also never thought how she might feel about being kidnapped.
My mind focused on one thing and one thing alone: an innocent woman like her should not be sold to a man like Luther.
I came to the auction tonight to see if Luther was there… I just had to see.
Him... but also her.
Ever since I saw Justine on the television screen I’ve felt drawn to her, felt a need to protect her, look over her.
So when I saw Luther at the bar, I tried to buy a ticket to Justine’s auction, but it was sold out. And it turns out I would have needed to do a shit ton of paperwork a week ago, which I hadn’t.
I hadn’t realized how badly I would need to make sure Justine was safe until I saw her at the bar.
How badly I would feel the need to keep her away from Luther and his demeaning attitude toward women—he wouldn’t understand a strong woman like Justine. He wouldn’t respect her.
And she deserves a hell of a lot more than that.
To say he’s a creep is an understatement. Six months ago I came to his place and he dragged me around, taking me on a tour to see his BDSM dungeon. Whips and red velvet and leather. All that kinky shit.
It may be a fantasy for some people—but Justine has never even had a man inside her. She certainly can’t go from nothing to Luther overnight.
It makes me sick thinking about it. It’s one thing if she wanted that. Hell, I’ll pull out the blindfold and tie her to the bedpost if she wants, but Luther isn’t the kind of man who considers the woman he is with.
And I knew from the moment Luther saw the television spot about Justine’s auction, that Luther wouldn’t stop unless he had her.
I think she deserves more.
At least, that is what I thought before I saw her in person.
Now I know she deserves more.
She deserves everything.
That woman is so damn beautiful. Her eyes open with wonder, her dark hair hinting at another, less innocent side of her. A side I get hard just thinking about.
And when I showed up at that bar, I still didn’t know what I would end up doing to keep Justine safe.
But then I saw Luther come in with that smug grin on his face. And I knew what I needed to do.
I didn’t want to beat him at his own game, no.
I wanted to fucking ruin his game.
Justine keeps banging on the partition, but I know if I slow down, the odds of us getting away unscathed are slimmer than hell. I grabbed this limo at a gas station while the dumbass driver was in the men’s room.
But I know police cars will be cruising around looking for Justine. And with all the press at the convention center, I know if I want to get out of here with Justine, in one piece, I need to accelerate like a madman and get this woman to my cabin.
Although, it would be a hell of a lot easier to get where I wanna go in my truck. This shitty low ride limo isn’t exactly made for Alaskan highways.
Not that I thought any of this through. I had one goal in mind when I stole this limo and decided to kidnap her.
Keeping her safe. Keeping her body from the hands of a monster.
“Open the window,” Justine screams.
I tighten my jaw and keep my eyes on the road. I’d be lying if I said her voice, all riled up, didn’t cause me some doubt; but I kidnapped Justine to save her from Luther.
So, I let her raise a ruckus in the back seat.
It’s for her own good, and once I explain, I know she’ll agree with me.A few hours later, I pull into my driveway, relieved as fuck that we got here in one piece. When we left Anchorage, the night sky was clear, but a thick fog blankets everything now, and I’m glad to park the limo in my garage which is big enough for my boats.
I’m anxious to get inside. It’s late and I’m starved. And thankfully, Justine has stopped her hysterics.
That is until I open her car door. I lean into the car. She claws at me, hollering like a fool, but I grab her wrists quickly, telling her to follow me.