Sighing deeply, I slipped into the coffee shop attached to the bookstore I liked to frequent.
Havoc
She is the one. I feel a strong pull to her. She noticed me. Appraised me. I’m not sure why that made me have a good feeling. Shaking myself out of it, I realized I had only watched her for two days, but I felt ready to take her.
She was different, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I never took them this early. I did research on them thoroughly, this one I did not yet have the information back on.
She went into the coffee shop, walked to the counter, received her drink, then went to the book area. She was a reader, that much I had ascertained.
My phone rang. I picked it up, never taking my eyes off of her, “Yeah?”
“Her name is Marseille Canter. She has been accepted to Oxford and plans to leave soon. She has no siblings, mother and father never around,” Perch continued on with his report of her life.
She was leaving? Then the time table needed moved up. Clicking the button in mid-sentence, I hung up the phone, dropping it on the seat. I’m going to have to improvise and take her tonight. I can’t let her get away. There was something inside of me that needed to own her.
Shaking my head, I try to get control of myself. I don’t know where these thoughts are coming from, but I want this woman more than I have ever wanted anyone.
I thought back to Wren. She was almost my undoing. When I was discharged from the military, I'd served two tours in Iraq. I came home with my depravity in check, and a fellow officer I wanted to make my bride. Foolishly I thought, she would fall in line with the plan of a family, with genes like ours, our children would be strong.
I wanted to raise hunters like myself. Wren didn’t take to being a submissive wife. I’m guessing it was the shackles on her ankles that my father insisted on that pissed her off. I agreed with him, which didn’t make her any happier.
The chain that was attached to the shackles and a pulley hooked to the corner of the room, had enough give that she could easily manage her way through the entire cabin.
Wren was displeased with being locked up. She was displeased that my dad could give her orders as well. Wren was displeased most of the time. I had had to teach her some lessons on how to behave.
Chapter Three
Marseille
Finishing up my coffee, I closed the book I was reading, took it to the register, and checked out. The young girl smiled as she rang me out.
I imagine she felt sorry for me since she knew I spent every evening in here alone. I smiled back, trying to look happy, but knowing I was failing miserably.
Walking outside, I was mildly disappointed the hot guy was gone. It was a new diversion to look at and fantasize he was actually there for me.
Havoc
From my vantage point I saw her leave the shop. Not expecting to take her so soon, I hadn’t brought my usual kit to restrain her.
Improvising was the name of the game.
Marseille
The cool evening breeze on my face always made me feel better. If I could live outside, I would. Thoughts of my travels sprung to mind. First London, then Paris, then I had always wanted to visit Rome. It was such a romantic pla-
The bag thrown over my head stopped me in mid thought. I was confused at first, thinking maybe I ran into a fallen awning or something, since I really didn’t pay attention to where I was going.
When the arms reached around me and flung me over their shoulder, I knew this wasn’t an accident.
A deep timbered voice said, “don’t make a sound or you will regret it. Nod if you understand.” I could feel what felt like the end of a gun poking me from his other hand that wasn’t holding me over his shoulder. What else could I do, but nod? “Good girl,” he praised.
I had so many questions, but wasn’t allowed to ask them. So far, this person hadn’t hurt me, so I was better off to save them, and save my strength to fight later. My guess? This had to be a ransom kidnapping. My mother and father had more money than anyone should ever have.
The joke is on the kidnapper, or me I guess. They didn’t care enough about me to pay to get me back. That realization was when my body started trembling.
Havoc
That went smoother than expected. She was taking direction well. I felt a twinge in my chest. There was something about this girl that made my body have strange reactions.
Shifting her body more comfortably on me, I pulled the lever for my trunk. Usually the girls were knocked out for this, but I wasn’t prepared so she would have to be awake for the ride.
Rolling her in the trunk, there was a small thump, where she tried to move, but ended up hitting her head.
“Get comfortable,” I told her, “we have a long ride and you will be in this trunk for all of it.”
I took the bag off of her head, she squinted, then gasped when she saw me. Glancing around, she saw I was serious, so she situated herself as much as she could, then looked at me with those probing eyes. I could tell she wanted to question me, so I slammed the lid of the trunk down.
She would talk, when I gave her permission to talk.
Marseille
The hot guy really shut me in this trunk. It wasn’t a coincidence I saw him. He was stalking me. How absurdly cruel.
A man like him only lives on the surface of my dreams and he freaking kidnaps me? What a piece
