Chapter Fourteen
Justice looked up to find Jordan Wolf standing over her. “Wh—what am I doing here?” she stuttered. She tried to sit up and groaned at the pain in her head. Jordan chuckled and bent over her body. She wanted to scurry out of his way, but he wouldn’t allow her even an inch.
“Not so fast, sweetheart,” he spat. Wolf reached down and lifted her to her feet, and a wave of nausea swept over her.
She dry heaved as he dragged her across the floor and threw her onto the sofa.
She knew it was useless to fight him; he was beyond the point of reason.
She could see the crazed way he watched her as she tried to get her bearings.
“You had a little accident, Justice. I found you, and here you are safe in your old bedroom where we began our little courtship.” He grabbed a black duffel bag that he stashed in the corner of her old room and pulled out some rope.
“We’re going to have a little fun, sweetheart. Last time we were here, you gave me a little fight. I’ve come prepared this time, honey. Get on the bed,” he commanded. A fresh wave of nausea hit her at the thought of Jordan touching her.
“No,” she shouted. “I won’t do anything that you tell me to do. You want me on the fucking bed? You can put me there yourself,” she yelled. Every movement, every sound that came from her body racked it with pain. She wanted to fight him, but she just didn’t have it in her.
“Okay, sweetheart.” He threw the rope onto the bed and crossed the room to where she sat on the sofa.
She braced herself for what he planned to do, knowing she wasn’t strong enough to stop him.
He grabbed a handful of her long brown hair and dragged her up his body, seeming to take pleasure in her agonizing screams.
“Keep making all the noise you want, honey. No one is coming for you. Your husband is dead; I saw to that myself. You have no one coming to your rescue now.”
“What did you do?” she whispered, tears falling down her cheeks.
“Jagger can’t be dead.” Jordan laughed at her confusion.
Her thoughts were scattered and cloudy. She tried to remember how she got to her father’s house, but she didn’t have a clue.
The last thing she remembered was getting into the SUV to head out to dinner with Jagger.
He mentioned that he forgot his wallet and told her he would be right back.
She watched Jagger walk back into their little cabin, and that was the last thing she remembered.
“What happened to Jagger?” She begged him to tell her. “Please, I need to know.” Jordan seemed to enjoy her begging. He threw her onto her bed and started to tie her ankle to the bedpost.
“You looked so lovely for your little dinner date tonight. But you see, Justice, you were with the wrong man. I just made sure that you got back on track. It was just dumb luck that Jagger forgot his wallet. I was planning on waiting until you returned that evening from your dinner, but he saved me some time. Once he went back into the house, I slipped into the back seat of your SUV and drugged you. That would explain your headache and the pain in your neck where I stuck the needle in. I then proceeded with my little plan since I already had the explosives in place.” Justice couldn’t help her gasp, remembering the sound of the cabin exploding just before her world went dark.
“You blew up the cabin with Jagger in it?” She wasn’t asking a question. She already knew that answer, but it was almost like she was remembering a dream, not something that happened to her. Jordan nodded and smiled as if fondly remembering the whole ordeal.
“It was almost too easy, but I’m just a lucky man, I guess.
I took care of our little problem, you know—the one that was keeping us from being together.
He was just in the way, Darling, and I cleared the path for us.
You can’t tell me that you would rather be with that caveman over me, can you?
” Justice felt mean—she wanted to get out of that bed and kill Jordan for what he did to Jagger.
He was gone, and she was alone, but she couldn’t let that consume her.
First, she needed to get away from Wolf; then she could find her way out of there for the sake of her baby.
Jagger would have wanted them both to be safe.
“I would never want you over him. You are a disgusting worm, and he is—was,” she sobbed, “everything.” Jordan made a sound of disapproval as he moved to tie up her other ankle.
She knew she needed to start putting up a fight; otherwise, she might not get another chance.
Justice started to kick and thrash around, making it harder for Jordan to get his hand around her ankle to hold her down on the bed.
“Hold still, Justice,” he barked, and she laughed. She could hear the frustration in his voice, and she knew she struck a nerve. Poor Jordan wasn’t used to women fighting back. She shook off his hand and kicked him in the gut as hard as she could.
“Fine, have it your way,” he growled, throwing the rope down onto the bed.
“Let’s just see how you like another shot.
The drugs helped to make you so much more manageable, honey.
You barely made a peep the entire trip here.
” The thought of being unconscious and alone with Jordan made her panic.
She couldn’t let that thought distract her, though.
He left the room with the door open, and she saw her chance.
She worked the rope around her ankle, loosening it enough to get her foot free, and stood feeling a little wobbly still.
Justice knew she didn’t have a weapon, but taking the time to search in Jordan’s duffel bag for something she could use wasn’t an option.
She knew Wolf could be back any minute, and this time she wouldn’t be so lucky to escape.
Jagger knew that Justice was somewhere inside of Hobbs’ house, and it took all his willpower not to run in there and find his wife.
He worried about what Wolf had already done to her, but none of that mattered.
All he wanted was to find her alive; they could work the rest out.
He didn’t think he could live in a world where Justice didn’t exist—the thought terrified him.
He also had the advantage of Wolf thinking he was dead, working in his favor.
When he went back into the cabin to get his wallet, he got a two-word text from Dean, simply saying, “Get out!”.
He didn’t hesitate, running out the back door of the little cabin, and was thrown clear by the force of the blast. By the time he came to, the house burned almost to the ground, and Justice was gone.
He had a few cuts and bruises and couldn’t hear worth a damn, but he was alive thanks to his best friend.
He called Dean, who sent a team out to find him after he didn’t hear from him.
Honestly, he didn’t think he would have been able to make it back to Goose Creek without Dean’s help.
His guys showed up and helped Jagger pull himself together, patching up a few of the deep cuts on his upper body and sending him on his way.
He would have been stranded at that cabin, and Wolf would have had a huge head start if it weren’t for Dean’s quick thinking.
According to Dean, Wolf had a private plane waiting for himself and Justice, and from his intel, she was knocked out.
It looked like she was drugged, and Jagger didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing.
If she were awake, his girl would have fought like hell to get away from Wolf, and that would have possibly gotten her killed.
But he hated that she was helpless to whatever Wolf wanted to do to her.
If he laid one finger on Justice, Jagger was going to kill him.
Dean had a plane ready for Jagger, and this time, he was going to head straight back to Goose Creek to find Justice.
Her grandmother, Norma Jeane, gave him clearance to land on her property at the ranch.
From there, Dean was waiting for him, and the two of them drove to Hobbs’ house while Dean filled him in on everything that had happened.
Hobbs was still detained at headquarters, and he was singing like a canary.
He was blaming Wolf for the whole mess, naming him as the head of the trafficking ring.
He even gave up the names of other higher-ups in their organization and the locations where they were holding women.
It was enough to bring down most of the human trafficking ring that Hobbs was a part of.
Wolf and his men were the wild cards, and he had Justice.
Jagger wasn’t willing to take any chances when it came to his wife, and Dean agreed.
They both knew that if Wolf was able to walk out of there with Justice in tow, he would never see her again.
They would just need to make sure that didn’t happen.
“She’s in there with Wolf. I’m going in,” Jagger growled. Dean grabbed his arm as if trying to stop him, but they both knew that wasn’t going to happen.
“At least wait for backup, Jag,” Dean pleaded. But Jagger wasn’t willing to wait another minute. Wolf had Justice for almost twenty-four hours and had done God only knew what to her. The last thing Jagger wanted to do was wait to go in and get his girl.
“Would you wait for backup if it were Jules in there?” Jagger asked. Dean looked hesitant to answer. Jagger was pretty sure his best friend would have already been in that house if Jules were still inside. Dean sighed and released Jagger’s arm.