somebody would find it. No. She had to stop thinking like that. She wished Brandon would come to her rescue, but she needed to be realistic. Brandon hadn’t been able to show up for prom. This was a much bigger ask. Jada was going to have to handle this herself. She was scared. But she knew just how to do it. The tire iron had a sharp, flat end on it. Sharp enough to do some damage. She hid the tire iron under the flesh of her arm, her hand firmly grabbing the bent end of the tool. Now it was only a matter of waiting.
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Brandon’s bear crashed through the bush. He hadn’t bothered bringing his backpack. When he transitioned to human form, he’d have no clothes to change into, but that hardly mattered right now. The important thing was to get Jada back. Her scent grew stronger as he wandered out into the road. An earring. It was hers and it had been recently worn. He smelled her delicious skin on it. Brandon knew the roads in the area like the back of his paw. And as he inhaled Jada’s rich scent, he knew there was only one possible place she could be going. The old mine. The gravel road wound around, but if he crashed through the undergrowth, there was another way. A faster way. Brandon’s bear charged ahead with little heed for the trail, or boulders, or rocks. His beloved was in danger. He had to protect his mate.
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When the car finally slowed, Jada took a deep breath. This was it. Showtime. She couldn’t afford to wait for help. So she closed her eyes as if she was still unconscious. The engine shut down and Jada heard the car door open. Then she heard footfalls on gravel, followed by the chirp of an alarm. The trunk latch released. Jada kept her eyes closed in the flood of light. She wanted to meet her kidnapper head-on. She wanted to look into his eyes, but she dared not. No. She had to work with what she had. And what she had right now were two things. The element of surprise and her ample curves.
“Wake up, fat ass,” a gravelly voice said.
She recognized the voice immediately. Yup. It was Croyston. But she wasn’t going to wake up. Not at his command. She felt a rough hand slap her face, but she stayed exactly as she was. Let him try to lift her out of the trunk. Getting her in would have been easy. She was on her feet. But taking her out? That little man was going to have his work cut out for him.
“Wake up or I’ll make you wish you did,” Croyston said.
Jada didn’t move. She kept her eyes closed, her cheek turned away from him. What did he want? Why her?
“Nobody embarrasses me, and nobody testifies,” Croyston said. “Nobody.”
So that was it. He must have found out she planned to testify against him. Croyston grabbed her roughly by the collar. Jada kept her eyes closed. She let herself go limp, sensing him standing over her.
Wait for it, Jada… Wait for it.
Now.
Jada stabbed up with the tire iron. Straight into his shoulder.
“Bitch!”
Croyston staggered backward. She’d stabbed him with the heavy tool, but she hadn’t buried it in him like she’d hoped. Croyston came back down at her, swiping at the side of her head with his open palm. Ow. That hurt. Jada stabbed toward him again. But Croyston grabbed hold of her wrist this time.
“I’ll show you, you ungrateful bitch.”
Croyston was bleeding from his shoulder now and Jada kicked at him, right in the left leg. He staggered back as she climbed out of the trunk. If she was going to get out of there, she knew she needed to move. Croyston grabbed her, but she booted him away again. Then she pulled herself up and ran. She made good progress, too. Forty feet, fifty feet…
“You won’t get away!” Croyston called out.
Boom! A gun blasted out. Jada stopped in her tracks. She turned.
“Get on the ground,” Croyston said.
Jada did little to conceal her contempt. “Why? You can’t take it when a woman rejects you? What are you going to do? Shoot me?”
Jada tried to
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Brandon’s bear crashed through the bush. He hadn’t bothered bringing his backpack. When he transitioned to human form, he’d have no clothes to change into, but that hardly mattered right now. The important thing was to get Jada back. Her scent grew stronger as he wandered out into the road. An earring. It was hers and it had been recently worn. He smelled her delicious skin on it. Brandon knew the roads in the area like the back of his paw. And as he inhaled Jada’s rich scent, he knew there was only one possible place she could be going. The old mine. The gravel road wound around, but if he crashed through the undergrowth, there was another way. A faster way. Brandon’s bear charged ahead with little heed for the trail, or boulders, or rocks. His beloved was in danger. He had to protect his mate.
************************
When the car finally slowed, Jada took a deep breath. This was it. Showtime. She couldn’t afford to wait for help. So she closed her eyes as if she was still unconscious. The engine shut down and Jada heard the car door open. Then she heard footfalls on gravel, followed by the chirp of an alarm. The trunk latch released. Jada kept her eyes closed in the flood of light. She wanted to meet her kidnapper head-on. She wanted to look into his eyes, but she dared not. No. She had to work with what she had. And what she had right now were two things. The element of surprise and her ample curves.
“Wake up, fat ass,” a gravelly voice said.
She recognized the voice immediately. Yup. It was Croyston. But she wasn’t going to wake up. Not at his command. She felt a rough hand slap her face, but she stayed exactly as she was. Let him try to lift her out of the trunk. Getting her in would have been easy. She was on her feet. But taking her out? That little man was going to have his work cut out for him.
“Wake up or I’ll make you wish you did,” Croyston said.
Jada didn’t move. She kept her eyes closed, her cheek turned away from him. What did he want? Why her?
“Nobody embarrasses me, and nobody testifies,” Croyston said. “Nobody.”
So that was it. He must have found out she planned to testify against him. Croyston grabbed her roughly by the collar. Jada kept her eyes closed. She let herself go limp, sensing him standing over her.
Wait for it, Jada… Wait for it.
Now.
Jada stabbed up with the tire iron. Straight into his shoulder.
“Bitch!”
Croyston staggered backward. She’d stabbed him with the heavy tool, but she hadn’t buried it in him like she’d hoped. Croyston came back down at her, swiping at the side of her head with his open palm. Ow. That hurt. Jada stabbed toward him again. But Croyston grabbed hold of her wrist this time.
“I’ll show you, you ungrateful bitch.”
Croyston was bleeding from his shoulder now and Jada kicked at him, right in the left leg. He staggered back as she climbed out of the trunk. If she was going to get out of there, she knew she needed to move. Croyston grabbed her, but she booted him away again. Then she pulled herself up and ran. She made good progress, too. Forty feet, fifty feet…
“You won’t get away!” Croyston called out.
Boom! A gun blasted out. Jada stopped in her tracks. She turned.
“Get on the ground,” Croyston said.
Jada did little to conceal her contempt. “Why? You can’t take it when a woman rejects you? What are you going to do? Shoot me?”
Jada tried to
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