Recklessly In Love With A Ruthless Savage 2

Prologue

NOVA

I woke up shivering with my cheek against the rough floor and every breath coming out in harsh gasps in the freezing air.

A bitter cold paired with the metallic taste of blood, and the smell of damp earth accompanied the pain and fear I felt when my eyes opened on my surroundings.

The room was dark, almost pitch black except for the smallest amount of light coming from somewhere at the bottom of the floor.

The room was silent except for the harsh sounds of my breathing.

The floor beneath me was hard, not wood, maybe concrete or stone from the way it felt like the material was siphoning the warmth from my body.

Needing to conserve the little warmth I had; I attempted to pull my knees into my core but was stopped by the feeling of metal digging into my wrists and the nagging pain in my head.

I attempted to reposition myself again, but the thick handcuffs fastened around my wrists kept me locked in place.

When I looked down, I noticed that the cuffs were anchored to the floor making it impossible for me to get too far away from my current position.

I tried sitting up this time, but the room spun violently, like I was on a merry-go-round.

And then panic hit me like a tidal wave as images of what happened to us hit me.

“Crew! Timberly!” I called out, my voice cracking, hoarse and dry.

Nothing, there was nothing. Where are they?

Are they here too? At the thought my mind snapped into focus like the crack of a whip, before the memories came flooding back.

The sight and sounds of the blacked-out SUVs surrounding us, the crash and crunch of metal.

Then there was the feeling of being ripped from the car before the sharp sting of a needle turned my mind to mush.

I could still hear the fear in Timberly’s voice as she screamed for Crew to save us from the back seat.

The sound of her fear rang in my ears along with the pain in Crew’s voice as he called my name right as everything went black.

I had been taken. But I was alone, which meant that God willing, Timberly and Crew hadn't been taken too and were safe.

I glanced around the small space I was being held in and almost cried.

Kyle told me what would happen if he ever found me and now, here I was in a dank prison, the size of a tool shed.

The thought of dying alone in this room was something that I had to consider now that Kyle had me, but as long as Timberly was safe, I would die happy.

It just hurt that I would never get the chance to tell Crew about the new life we had created or how my feelings had changed for him.

I was in love with my husband, and I wanted our marriage to be more than just a business arrangement.

Just as the thought crossed my mind, the light grew brighter as the door creaked open.

Followed by a voice I hadn’t heard in over two years, the one that haunted every nightmare, every locked door, every gut instinct that made me look over my shoulder.

"Welcome home, Nova. Took you long enough to come back." Kyle laughed.