Prologue #2
“Oh, honey, I’m pretty sure that you are going to be worth every penny that I promised your father.
In return for my generous support of his campaign, I get you.
I call that a win-win deal.” He leaned down and grabbed her jaw in his big hand.
The bite of pain told her just what kind of man Jordan Wolf was.
Her instincts kicked in, and she fought to free herself from his grasp.
His eyes flared, and she could see his desire, feel it in his erection that pressed up against her when Jordan shoved her onto her bed.
Justice kicked and screamed as he tugged at her evening gown, freeing her breasts.
“I like a woman with a little fight in her, honey. You and I are going to have a lot of fun together as I work on taming that wild spirit of yours.” He pressed her into the bed and sealed his mouth over hers, making it harder for her to breathe.
When he finally let her up for air, she coughed and gagged, still fighting to free herself.
He easily pinned her down, not allowing her even a little wiggle room.
“How about I take you for a little test drive to see if I’m truly getting my money’s worth.
” He ripped her dress down the front, and she screamed for help, knowing that the guards would do nothing to help her.
Justice closed her eyes as Jordan kissed his way down her body.
She never had a man touch her that way, and she hated that her first experience was going to be with a monster who could so easily take what she wasn’t willing to give.
Jordan leaned up from her body to undo his fly, and she took her cue to fight again.
She scratched his face with her nails and kicked until he rolled off her, holding his now bloody cheek.
“You bitch! You scratched my face and we’re going to be on live television in thirty minutes,” Jordan growled, pulling a handkerchief from his jacket to blot his face.
“You will pay for this later. Right now, you need to find another dress to wear and fix your face.” He stood and walked from the room, slamming the door behind him.
Justice jumped at the noise but was thankful that he was gone.
She could hear Jordan yelling through the house, looking for her father, no doubt to whine about her mistreatment of him.
She almost wanted to laugh, but knew that he was a man who was used to getting his way.
Jordan would make her pay for what she did to him.
Justice pulled on the clothes that she had been wearing earlier, not having any other options available.
What more could her father do to her if she disobeyed his orders and showed up at his press conference in jeans and a sweater?
She knew that if her grandmother’s men didn’t arrive before they left, she would have to announce to the world that her father was evil, forcing her to marry a man who’d promised him money towards his campaign.
That would teach him to use her to get what he wanted.
She wasn’t a pawn to use to further his game, and she wasn’t going to just lie down and take it anymore.
Justice sat back down on the bed and tried to think through her options.
She fished the cell phone out and found that she had cracked the screen when she threw it to the floor earlier.
She cursed, knowing that she was running out of options.
Justice heard a thud against the door and held her breath.
She didn’t know if she should hope for it to be her father or Jordan to walk through the door.
Neither one gave her any hope for escape.
She looked around the room for something that she could use as a weapon and decided that the heavy crystal lamp on the bedside table was her best option.
Justice picked it up and knew that the weight would be enough to knock out whoever was trying to get into the room.
She stood on the side of the door waiting, the lamp held high over her head.
The person on the other side seemed to be struggling with the lock, and she was starting to wonder what was taking so long.
A few minutes later, the door unlocked and slowly crept open.
“Miss Justice,” a man’s voice whispered. Justice lowered the lamp, knowing the voice of her grandmother’s ranch foreman anywhere.
“Charlie?” she whispered back. He fully entered the room and tucked his gun back into his shoulder holster. “Oh, Charlie, thank you so much for coming.” Justice threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, almost as if he were her lifeline.
“Don’t thank me yet. I still have to get you out of here, but your grandmother has created quite a distraction outside.
” Justice ran to the window and looked down to find her granny holding a shotgun at her father, and she was cussing up a storm.
The sight made Justice smile, but she worried that it would only be a matter of time before her father’s guards would get the drop on her grandmother, and they would stop at nothing to keep her dad safe.
“We need to get out there before she gets herself killed,” Justice squeaked.
Charlie laughed, “I think I’d be more worried that she’s going to kill her good-for-nothing son, but I agree—we need to get down there.
” Charlie led the way down the grand staircase and right through the front door.
Every security guard her father employed stood out front, surrounding him.
Granny Norma effectively cleared the way for Charlie to sneak Justice right past them to his pickup truck around the corner.
“Shit,” Jordan yelled. “She’s getting away, Tony. Justice is leaving with that ranch trash.” Norma fired a warning shot into the air and cocked the shotgun to reload the barrel.
“Eyes on me, boys,” she barked. Charlie took that as his cue to take off, throwing the truck in drive and heading down the long driveway to the main road.
“Will she be all right?” Justice asked, looking back over her shoulder to where her granny still held her father at gunpoint.
Charlie laughed again and nodded. “Your grandmother is a tough old bird—she’ll be just fine.
” Justice knew Charlie was right, but she still worried about her grandmother.
If her father was capable of kidnapping his daughter and selling her off to the highest bidder, what else was he capable of?
Justice took one last look back, afraid that she already knew the answer to her question.