hiding spot in the dirty clothes bin of the mansion’s second floor laundry room. The smell is awful, but I easily fit inside the container and the clothes provide some measure of cover.
All I can hope is that the fat ass eventually gets too tired of searching for me and gives up.
But then that’s probably what his guards are for, to do whatever he wants them to do, including search every inch of the house looking for me.
God, I’m going to kill Sean if I make it out of this place alive! How could he set me up with this asshole? There’s no way Sean didn’t know he was a fucking psycho.
And Devlin? If I tell him what happened on this stupid date he didn’t want me to go on, he will probably flip out and threaten to slice Mr. Cox’s throat.
Not that I would be opposed to that now that I know what he has in mind when he finds me. The freak spent the rest of dinner telling me his plans for how he’s going to hurt me once he finds me. I have no doubt that his thug employees wouldn’t be opposed to holding me down for him to do whatever he wants to me either.
While I know I’m hidden well for the moment, I can’t help but wonder if I should try and sneak out, to keep moving, hiding in various places to make it harder on him to find me. But the chances he’ll see me leaving are too great, so I decide to stay put.
“Oh, Jetta,” I hear Mr. Cox’s arrogant voice say into the muffled silence.
Shit! How did he find me so soon?
“Did you think I didn’t have cameras all around the house watching you every second? I knew where you were from the moment you came in here. I just wanted to let you think you were safe.”
Fuck! I should’ve tried to run toward an exit instead, but I thought it was pointless because of the guards. Maybe one of them would’ve had a conscience and helped me. Probably not, but it would’ve been better than this – being a sitting duck.
“Come on out now, Jetta. I can’t wait to make you scream.”
No. Fuck no. He’ll have to take me fighting and clawing, because I am not going to let him touch me without putting up a fight.
“Boss, we need to get you into the panic room,” a deep voice says, and I don’t know if he’s been standing there with the psycho all along or if he just walked up.
“The panic room?” I hear Mr. Cox ask softly, his voice sounding mildly concerned.
“There’s been a breach in the perimeter. We should hurry.”
“Who is it?”
“We’re not certain at this time, and it’s not important. You’re in danger.”
Danger? Please god don’t let this be part of his creepy game.
“Fine. Grab the girl and bring her with us. She’s under the clothes.”
“But, sir…”
“We’ll need entertainment in the panic room! No telling how long this will take…”
Crap! This has to be part of his disgusting game, making his guard carry me back because I won’t be able to get away from one of these oafs that are twice my size.
Piles of clothes above my head start disappearing, allowing light inside before two strong hands grab onto my shoulders and pull me out of the bin.
“No!” I scream. “Please don’t do this!” I beg the unknown person holding me as he carries me out of the room. I kick his knees and slam my elbows into his stomach, but the fucker doesn’t even flinch! “Let me go!” I yell before he slaps his palm over my mouth.
“Shut up and maybe you’ll live,” the deep voice threatens in my ear.
Devlin
My hands are shaking as I keep my gun up and at the ready. The realization that in a few minutes I could end another person’s life is weighing heavier than a ton of bricks on me. I don’t want to be a murderer, living with that shit on my conscience for the rest of my life. Before tonight, I didn’t even think I was capable of pulling the trigger to blow someone away.
But for Jetta? Fuck it. I could take on an army right now, leaving behind a massacre if it meant finding her and getting her the hell out of this place.
And her brother? Well, he better hope I find his sister unharmed or I’ll be coming for him next.
Malcolm sent Nash and I around to