67. Mallory
CHAPTER 67
Mallory
C ole throws me over his shoulder, carrying me toward my parent’s house in North Captiva Island.
“What are we doing here?”
His grin is lecherous. “We’re gonna get ready for our wedding.”
“W-What?” I look around, wildly searching for someone to signal to, but no one’s around. I’d forgotten how remote this place is since it’s been years since I was here.
He punches in the code, pushes the door open, and carries me inside. “Your mom paid me quite well to marry you. She set everything up for us, too. All we need to do is put on the clothing she had delivered and go to the pier in…” He looks at his phone. “Two hours.”
“You won’t get away with this.”
He tosses me onto the couch. “I assure you, I will.” He leans over me, his eyes brimming with insanity. “Once you’re my bride, I can and will do anything I want to you.”
I turn my head when he tries to kiss me. His tongue slides up my face like a dog, making me cringe. “We’ll finish where we left off four years ago. ”
Bile rises in my throat. I swallow it, along with the panic that threatens to consume me. I must remain calm and try to find a way out of this.
“Shouldn’t we wait until after the ceremony?”
He leers down at my short, leather dress. “I don’t know if I can wait that long.”
Please no.
His phone rings. With a maniacal grin, he holds it up. “It’s my future mother-in-law.”
He spins around, walks toward the patio doors, and exits the house. I slump against the cushions, trying to even out my breathing.
How the hell do I get out of these restraints?
I wiggle and twist my hands, trying to loosen the ropes. As I do, my thoughts go to Stryker. He has to know I’m missing, right?
Frustration oozes from me as the ropes refuse to loosen, cutting into my wrists and making them raw.
Cole walks in the door a few beats later, a wide smile on his lips. “Guess what? Your mother is on her way so she can be a witness. Isn’t that wonderful?”
“Yeah. Just like menstrual cramps are wonderful.” Rolling my eyes, I look away, unable to stomach his face any longer.
He pounces on me, roughly grabbing my jaw and yanking it so I’m staring into his crazy green eyes. “Drop the attitude, Mallory.” A venomous smile spreads across his lips. “Or I’ll make you drop it.”
A sob escapes my lips. He grips harder, making me yelp.
His vile laugh fills the room, getting off on my fear and pain. “I can’t wait to fuck you in the ass and hear you scream. Watch the tears roll down your face as I tear it up.” He lowers his voice. “I’m not using any lube. I want it to hurt as much as my broken nose and jaw hurt the night you pushed me down the steps. ”
I tremble, panic filling me. My wrists and ankles are bound, so I can’t fight or escape. I’m completely at his mercy.
I close my eyes and silently pray. Please let Stryker find me soon.