When the Heart Lies - By Christina North Page 0,65
quietly and in a low voice began giving Remy, who sat sipping coffee at the kitchen table, directions. “I’ll take care of Kinsley. Be quiet now. I don’t want Savannah waking up.”
Remy scoffed. “Shit, Savannah ain’t gonna wake up. I could fuck that girl twice, and she’d still be passed out.”
He smacked the back of Remy’s head as he walked past him to the bedroom. “Get some supplies for the cabin ready. Put them in the back seat. We’re gonna need the trunk.”
Kinsley was on the floor where he’d left her the previous night, unconscious from the whack on the head. He kicked her in the ass with his boot. She made a few sounds, but clearly, she wasn’t coming around any time soon. He bent over her and poured half the glass of water he’d picked up from bedside table directly over her mouth and nose. With her first breath, she sucked the water into her lungs. Instinctively, she lifted her body from the floor and turned on all fours, hacking and choking.
“Good, you’re awake.” He stepped behind her, pulled her head back roughly, and stuffed a cotton sock into her mouth. Next, he bound her mouth with duct tape. Panicking with increasing fear, she started to flail wildly. He seized her by the arm and yanked her up. She tried to peek out of the room to see if Max was in the house, but she couldn’t tell. Hoping to find some ounce of humanity in him, her eyes begged and pleaded for mercy.
“Here’s what’s happening. You’re gonna get some things together, just necessities. Don’t think about sneaking out the door or the window. Remy or I’ll be watching.” He pointed to the tape. “You’re not gonna take that off either. I found the bitch’s audio buds. And she’s gonna regret spying on me. I’m no dummy, I had a hunch she might be listening. Gathering something to use against me if things ever got too hot for her. She’s got nothing on me. I been real careful. The only thing she hears is what I want her to hear. I learnt a long time ago, ya can’t trust no woman.”
Kinsley had no idea what he was talking about, and it scared her.
“If I let you go, you gonna fight me?”
She shook her head.
“Good, ‘cause I got that boy of yours, and if you want him safe, you’ll do what I say.” He jerked her around a bit and then released her arm with a shove.
She put her hand on her mouth again, motioning to him. She wanted the tape off.
“I said it ain’t comin’ off. You got five minutes. Get some things together.”
Her eyes widened.
“Get a move on. Remy has everything almost ready.”
She shook her head violently, pleading again. Remy scared her. Her stomach churned. If she puked, she’d choke to death. When Wayde left, she quietly closed the crack in the open doorway. Immediately, she reached under the dresser and grabbed the pills. The bottle slipped from her shaky hands and bopped from one to the other until it finally settled. She rushed to the closet, pulled the remaining pills from the jacket pocket she had hidden them in, emptied them into the bottle without further incident, and then searched around for a place where he wouldn’t find them.
The tampon box.
With haste, she shook the tampons out and placed the pills deep inside. So the box would still appear full, she replaced some of the tampons, and then she threw the box and her purse into a duffel bag he’d thrown on the floor for her. All remained quiet outside the door. Max couldn’t be in the house. She sat down on the bed. Her head was pounding from a lump half the size of a big-mouth gumball. Her nostrils flared as she sucked a breath in deeply. Air passed in and out of her lungs, but her mind wouldn’t believe it and panicked anyway. She was positive she’d suffocate.
Wayde and Remy entered the room; Wayde held a gun, Remy a rope. Expressionless, helpless, and hopeless, she looked up at them.
Wayde’s eyes were glassy and focused. You could almost read the treacherous plan building behind them. “Get on your stomach.”
She lowered herself to the floor and rolled over onto her stomach.
“Hands and ankles tight,” he said to Remy in a quiet, controlled voice; the embodiment of a soldier who couldn’t let the enemy hear.