Kyle, Jack and Ryan - LeAnn Ashers Page 0,39

I love how everyone stops and stares at us, avoiding eye contact.

This is the power of the Devils Souls, their presence affects everyone around them one way or another.

We dip into the first store as both of us need new jeans and we spend the next hour combing through everything.

The prospects stand at the entrance, which is fucking foolish. The guys are going to be pissed, because they always seem to have a way of knowing everything.

“I’m going to try these on,” I tell Chrystal, who nods. I slip into the dressing room, which is basically just a curtain covering a closet.

I see feet standing in front of my curtain, which is closed, but I know it’s a man out there. I guess the stupid prospect is finally doing this job.

I turn around to face the mirror and start to take off my pants when the curtain is ripped open and I come face to face with Gary.

What the fuck?

He has a gun in his hand. I look at the Glock and see that he has the safety on while he points it at me.

“We are fucking leaving, bitch,” he hisses, grabbing ahold of my arm and pulling me out of the dressing room.

I could have stopped him, made a scene, but no, I’m not going to be a damsel. I’m going to allow him to take me.

I saw the report my dad sent to Jack. I’m not the first woman he has done this to and some of them have gone missing.

So I play along.

“Please don’t do this, Gary!” I plead, putting my hands up to cover my mouth like I’m trying not to cry.

He drops his gun slightly, taking my cries seriously. He drags me towards the back of the building where there’s an emergency exit.

Now if the prospects were doing their job, this wouldn’t have happened. But I want to end this, so if I have to play victim for that to happen?

So be it.

I allow him to take me to the car, putting up enough fight so it doesn’t look like I’m going freely. He doesn’t know that I have a little bitty pistol in my boot and a small knife under my boob.

He throws me into the back seat way too hard for someone who is barely fighting. That’s another strike on his very long list.

Jackson is going to be so pissed when he finds out what happened to me. I do feel kind of shitty that I’m doing this willingly in a way.

I just want it over, and Jean is no damsel.

Jackson

My phone rings at the clubhouse and I take it out, expecting it to be Jean calling me, but it’s Chrystal. I know in a split second that something is wrong.

“What happened?” I demand, already heading to the front door.

Chrystal is sobbing and I put it on speaker. “I can’t find her! She went to the dressing room but she’s not there.” She is hysterical.

Kyle has a look of pain on his face, but I can’t breathe, my chest hurts. I’m so numb. I take off to my bike, driving to the place that she was at. Maybe it was a mistake?

I can barely drive. My hands are shaking so bad I can barely grip the handle bars. Please, god, let it be a mistake.

If it’s not? Hell hath no fury like a devil whose woman has been taken.

Jean

I pretend-sob all the way to wherever Gary’s taking me, which isn’t far. We’ve barely been in the car for five minutes when he stops outside of an abandoned house.

I lean back in the seat, trying to kick out at him with little effort as he rips open the door and tries to grab me.

If he truly believes me then he is more stupid than I was led to believe, because I kicked his ass already once with just a dildo.

I stumble along as he pulls me inside. He throws me down into a seat and ties me, barely. I can twist my wrist around in the knots.

Did I mention that my daddy taught me how to get out of every single kind of kidnapping situation?

Gary is so stupid I almost feel sorry for him and this pitiful excuse of a job he’s doing. He runs to the front of the abandoned building, slamming the door shut.

He slowly turns to look at me, trying to be dramatic and intimidate me. It’s almost laughable.

I let the fake tears run down my face. “Finally I’ve gotten you