The first guy shook his head. “Rolly and Hector are taking them on a good ol’ goose chase. Liam’s getting sloppy in his old age. He left his mate unsupervised.”
“Better for us,” said the man to her left. She turned to look at him, seeing a twisted grin on his face. She felt dirty just looking at him, and Rebecca wanted no part of any of these men.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“Leverage. We’ll have Liam eating out of the palm of our hands once he finds out you’re missing.”
She scowled, feeling more pissed off than scared. “And I suppose you assholes are the ones to hurt his dog.”
“It’s just a fucking dog.”
Rebecca crossed her arms over his chest. “Stay away from me.” She attempted to reverse course back to the house, but they made a circle around her and started closing in. She kept looking off into the distance, wondering how long until Liam got back home. He’d said he wouldn’t be long.
Why did she have the worst luck in the world? In the past week she’d been threatened three separate times. Liam had saved her the first two times, but she had a sinking feeling she was fresh out of luck.
“Nobody has to get hurt. Behave and we won’t have a problem.”
Rebecca narrowed her eyes at him. She was no match for three men, but she wasn’t just going to leave with them willingly. Everyone knew the worst thing to do was let an attacker take you to a second location. She had no idea what their intentions were, and she didn’t want to find out.
After walking backwards for as long as she could, she turned and bolted, running toward the house. She’d never been athletic, so she didn’t get far. One of the men pounced on her, knocking her to the ground. Her breath rushed from her lungs, leaving her gasping, but she kept crawling forward. A hand around her ankle kept her from getting to her feet. She kicked back with her other leg, making contact. The man screeched, and then they were all on her, securing her against her will. A black sack was forced over her head, blocking off her sight. Her arms and legs were pinned as she was hauled off into the forest. They dropped her over a man’s lap, and an engine starting up under her made her yelp.
The terrain was rough, the ATV jostling and jolting through the overgrown forest paths. She’d finally found happiness with Liam, and now everything was falling apart. Rebecca just wanted to be happy. Now she wasn’t sure she’d even survive the night.
Why did they hate Liam so much? Why did her boyfriend have so many damn enemies? She hardly knew him, but at this point, she’d love him even if he turned out to be a criminal. He’d never made her feel scared or unwanted. Liam had single-handedly introduced her to life without fear, and she was finally coming to peace with herself.
She lost track of time as they drove through the forest. She considered flinging herself off the ATV, but with her luck, she’d probably get run over or worse. When they slowed to a stop, she was forced over the guy’s shoulder, and he dumped her into the back of another vehicle. The air in her sack was getting stale.
“Drive,” he said.
Oh God, where are they taking me?
So many memories flashed in her head during the drive. She’d come so far in the past five months living here, and even more in the past week. No more medication, and her virginity was history. Liam showed her pleasures she never knew existed.
She lifted up the corner of her sack for air and to see her surroundings. Luckily, the man sitting next to her was looking out
his window. She scanned the area. They were on a main road now. She recognized some of the landmarks. It’s not like she had a cell phone or anyone to give her location to. What she needed was opportunity. As soon as she had a chance, she’d make a break for it. The thought of rape, torture, and murder was worth fighting to avoid at all costs. Normally a situation like this would have put her into a full-blown panic attack, but ever since Liam committed to her, she felt as if she could take on the world.
And she still had hope her Prince Charming would save the day again. She’d always been a hopeless romantic, but she’d reserved those feeling for romance novels, not real life. Liam changed everything.
“We’re here,” said her captor. She wondered where the other two men had gone. Her odds were better with one.
He dragged her roughly out of the pickup truck and tugged off the sack. Her eyes adjusted to the daylight, and her lungs filled with fresh air. They were in the forest again, a wooden hut just ahead. Several wolves crept in from between the trees. She turned to the man squeezing her arm, but he only laughed at her.
Were they going to feed her to the wolves? What would that prove?
She struggled, twisting and squirming to get out of his firm grasp. “Let me go!”
“She doesn’t know,” said the driver of the truck. Neither man showed any fear of the wild animals moving in. Were they trained?
“Even more fun.” He squeezed her arm tighter, giving her a sharp shake until she settled down. She remembered Liam telling her some wolves would love her. These looked at her like she was on the menu.
“You guys are in big trouble. Let me go and I won’t say anything.” She tried to sound tough, but it came out all wrong.
“Did Liam tell you what marking you signified?”
She frowned. “Of course. He loves me. I’m his … mate.” It sounded dumb coming from her, but from Liam it sounded sexy as hell.
“Only werewolves mark their woman with a love bite. Haven’t you read a single fucking fairy tale? I thought human girls ate that shit up.”