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Authors: J. C. Cliff
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law, whoever they are, they will find me. I don’t know where I am, but something tells me I can’t be too far away. I can only pray if I am close to home, I’ll be rescued that much more quickly. I smile to myself and relish the thought of my father’s ire being unleashed on these men, storming in with a battalion and taking no prisoners.
CHAPTER SIX
I turn my head at the sound of men talking in the hallway near my door. Their voices grow louder, and my heartbeat starts to thump at a fast pace in my chest as I quickly leap from the sofa. I stand there for a brief second, and I thank my feet for having a mind of their own as they start running for the safety of the bed. By the time I leap into the covers, I hear the door click open, and I quickly take refuge under the fluffy blanket. Yes, I know, as if this will protect me from the impending evils, right? But it’s my only source of comfort at the moment. I lean against the headboard, pulling my safety blanket high up under my chin.
Immediately, I smell the same expensive cologne as it wafts in the air before I even see the men emerging from the corner of the kitchen area. When they round the corner, I see it’s the same two men from earlier this morning, and I feel my heart beat in my throat.
I watch as Green Eyes flips on a light switch located on the wall, and he hangs back with what I hope is a tray of food. I haven’t eaten all day, I was beginning to feel hungry, but felt I couldn’t swallow anything earlier because of my wounded throat. The other man sauntered near, stopping next to me alongside the bed. He’s wearing an expensive ensemble of black dress pants; a dark purple, long-sleeved dress shirt; and a matching silk tie, all ironed to perfection. I scan over him curiously and notice his black shoes are even flawlessly shined. He screams of wealth and power. I swallow hard, causing me to grimace. He looks awfully young to exude such a persona. I’d venture to say he’s in his early thirties.
I watch his every move with baited breath, ready to bury myself deeper under the covers. He places both hands in his front pockets and rocks back on his heels, giving me a devilish grin. I don’t like the expression, not at all. Cocking his head to the side, he begins to study me. Well, all he can study, really, is my head poking out from under the covers. The movement causes his dark-brown hair to shift from its style, and I watch it fall across his forehead in a sultry way. Arrogant prick.
This man in front of me is definitely a strong and an attractive man; I’ll give him that. He’s well-built, like he hits the gym daily, not showing one ounce of fat on his hard body. I can tell he has a solid chest and bulging biceps under his expensive, dark shirt. His skin is a clear and healthy olive complexion. His very presence seems to reek of authority and arrogance. He knows he’s good-looking, and I have always hated that type of mannerism in a man.
“Hello, Princess; my name is Nick.” Even his voice exudes deep, rich, masculine power that demands your attention. He pauses a moment, staring me down. “Are you feeling better, now?” I timidly nod my head yes, afraid to speak.
“I’m glad to hear that. I was a little concerned to find you so abused this morning, my apologies.” I shift my eyes between the two men. Are they for real? He’s sorry about me getting hurt in a scuffle that he most likely created? My mouth’s connection to my brain has checked out for lunch, leaving me speechless. What does he want me to say? ‘Oh, that’s okay; it was my fault for struggling in the first place.’
“I wanted to let you know I properly dealt with the animal who mistreated you. You didn’t deserve that.” He’s right; I didn’t deserve that, among a lot of other things that happened last night, namely being ripped from my home.
Nodding his head to the side, he acknowledges the man with him. “This man here is Travis. Travis is my right-hand
CHAPTER SIX
I turn my head at the sound of men talking in the hallway near my door. Their voices grow louder, and my heartbeat starts to thump at a fast pace in my chest as I quickly leap from the sofa. I stand there for a brief second, and I thank my feet for having a mind of their own as they start running for the safety of the bed. By the time I leap into the covers, I hear the door click open, and I quickly take refuge under the fluffy blanket. Yes, I know, as if this will protect me from the impending evils, right? But it’s my only source of comfort at the moment. I lean against the headboard, pulling my safety blanket high up under my chin.
Immediately, I smell the same expensive cologne as it wafts in the air before I even see the men emerging from the corner of the kitchen area. When they round the corner, I see it’s the same two men from earlier this morning, and I feel my heart beat in my throat.
I watch as Green Eyes flips on a light switch located on the wall, and he hangs back with what I hope is a tray of food. I haven’t eaten all day, I was beginning to feel hungry, but felt I couldn’t swallow anything earlier because of my wounded throat. The other man sauntered near, stopping next to me alongside the bed. He’s wearing an expensive ensemble of black dress pants; a dark purple, long-sleeved dress shirt; and a matching silk tie, all ironed to perfection. I scan over him curiously and notice his black shoes are even flawlessly shined. He screams of wealth and power. I swallow hard, causing me to grimace. He looks awfully young to exude such a persona. I’d venture to say he’s in his early thirties.
I watch his every move with baited breath, ready to bury myself deeper under the covers. He places both hands in his front pockets and rocks back on his heels, giving me a devilish grin. I don’t like the expression, not at all. Cocking his head to the side, he begins to study me. Well, all he can study, really, is my head poking out from under the covers. The movement causes his dark-brown hair to shift from its style, and I watch it fall across his forehead in a sultry way. Arrogant prick.
This man in front of me is definitely a strong and an attractive man; I’ll give him that. He’s well-built, like he hits the gym daily, not showing one ounce of fat on his hard body. I can tell he has a solid chest and bulging biceps under his expensive, dark shirt. His skin is a clear and healthy olive complexion. His very presence seems to reek of authority and arrogance. He knows he’s good-looking, and I have always hated that type of mannerism in a man.
“Hello, Princess; my name is Nick.” Even his voice exudes deep, rich, masculine power that demands your attention. He pauses a moment, staring me down. “Are you feeling better, now?” I timidly nod my head yes, afraid to speak.
“I’m glad to hear that. I was a little concerned to find you so abused this morning, my apologies.” I shift my eyes between the two men. Are they for real? He’s sorry about me getting hurt in a scuffle that he most likely created? My mouth’s connection to my brain has checked out for lunch, leaving me speechless. What does he want me to say? ‘Oh, that’s okay; it was my fault for struggling in the first place.’
“I wanted to let you know I properly dealt with the animal who mistreated you. You didn’t deserve that.” He’s right; I didn’t deserve that, among a lot of other things that happened last night, namely being ripped from my home.
Nodding his head to the side, he acknowledges the man with him. “This man here is Travis. Travis is my right-hand
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