Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
“Have you lost your mind? No. I’m not going with you.
” Jorja bolted out of her chair. “Why on Earth would I want to go with you?” These people were crazy.
“Are you insane?” He had to have lost his mind.
This was ridiculous. Seriously, come on, what kind of jerk insists a woman they barely knew should go with a bunch of men she didn’t know?
Jorja avoided the hand reaching for her, barely. She managed to knock over the chair in the process. She was absolutely not going with them. “No, it’s not happening. I'm not going with you.” She swung her bag, trying to give herself room as one of the brothers circled around behind her.
“Watch me.” While she’d been distracted, Gunnar made his move. He scooped her up and tossed her over his shoulder like a sack of freaking potatoes. “You are coming with us, period.”
Jorja pounded on his back with her fists and swung her purse at his head, but before it could make contact, it was ripped out of her grasp. “Asshole, put me down.”
“In a second.” He patted her backside.
The fucking audacity.
By the time they were outside, she was still spluttering at the indignity. But she was proud of the blows she landed on him as he put her into the rear seat of a truck. The second her butt hit the seat she scrambled to get out. But he closed the door, almost catching her fingers as he did.
The one he’d called Remi climbed in next to her. Jorja pulled at the door handle.
“Child locks are on,” Remi said as a man who had left the restaurant with the one who Gunnar had given his keys to climbed into the front passenger seat. “Door’s not gonna open.”
“Let me out.” Logically, she understood the words Remi had said, but they didn’t compute in her brain, and she kept tugging at the door handle.
As Gunnar hit the gas and they sped out of the square in front of the restaurant, she smacked at Gunnar’s head.
“You can't just kidnap me. This is kidnapping. What are you doing? You have to let me go, right now.” Her fingers found the button for the window and she jammed her finger on it repeatedly, praying it would lower fast enough so she could reach the door handle from the outside.
Remi dragged her away from the door. “Have you lost your mind, woman? At this fucking speed, if you jump out, you’ll fucking kill yourself.”
She wasn’t worried about a few bumps and bruises, damn it. “Let me fucking go.”
“No, I won't, it's not happening.” Somehow, Remi managed to gather both her wrists in one hand. He fished into a pocket on the back of the seat in front of him and came up with a set of handcuffs. He snapped one around her wrist and the other around his own. “There, you have to come with us, because unless you drag me with you, you aren’t going anywhere.”
“Asshole.” How the heck had she gotten herself into this mess? Trying to help someone, that was freaking how. God, she was such an idiot. She knew better.
“You were the one who was looking for me.” Gunnar glanced at her before putting his eyes back on the road. “So now you’re gotta shut up, sit there, and wait. Because we're going back to our place and you're coming with us because we need to know more information.”
“I'm calling the cops.” Maybe if she glared at the back of his head enough, it would explode. She snorted in her head. The chances of that happening were exactly zero.
“How?” Gunnar asked. “Remi has your phone.”
Oh my God, I'm the stupidest person on the planet. I was fucking insane. Why did I think this was a good idea? I should have just stayed at home with my computers. I’m such an idiot. What was I thinking?
Jorja silently fumed at herself. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Remi still working on her phone. “Just stop the car and let me out. I won’t tell anyone this happened.”
Gunnar, the dick, just snorted in response.
“I was only trying to help you out. Why are you doing this to me?” Jorja tried another tactic. “I was only trying to help you; this isn't fair to do this to me.”
“Life isn't fair, sweetheart. Get used to it.”
Did he have to be such a dick? “You should know you're an asshole, right? Did anybody ever tell you that you're an asshole?”
“Oh, yeah.” Gunnar took an exit. “Way too many people to count. Want me to add your name to the list? I believe there is a fucking queue to call me an asshole at this point.”
Remi tugged on their connected arms and whispered to her, “Don't wind him up. He’s already pissed. His jaw is ticking.”
Now that Remi mentioned it, she could see Gunnar’s jaw was ticking.
But instead of instilling fear or caution, it only egged her on to piss him off some more.
If he thought he’d kidnapped some meek woman who could be cowed by all those muscles he was packing, then he was in for one heck of a surprise.
She whipped out a card she had in her favor.
One she hoped he hadn’t considered as of yet.
“I'm going to make sure my momma tells yours what you are doing right now. See how she likes it.” She ignored Remi’s snicker and focused on the back of Gunnar’s head.
“What are you, five?”
“No, you jerk, I’m going to make you pay for this.”
“Good luck with that.”
She resolved to make an escape the second the jerk stopped the car.
At some point they had to uncuff her from Remi.
When they did, then they better be ready, because she was not staying kidnapped, damn it.
She had too much life to live yet, and jerk face Gunnar McKinley and his buffoon brothers weren’t going to prevent her from doing that.
They had to open the cuffs at some point, just as they had to let her out of the car.
When they did, that’s when she’d make her move.