18 Harper
“Being Kidnapped is significantly less glamorous than the dark romances make it look. For starters, the masked men did not stay and spank me until I came.”
“Ow.”
My head immediately protests. Okay. Maybe getting knocked unconscious wasn't as fun as the books make it seem either.
I slowly crack my eyes open and immediately regret it.
Everything hurts, especially my wrists. I try to move and quickly realize why I can’t, some genius has hog-tied me.
My wrists are bound behind my back, my ankles tied together, and whoever did it apparently decided comfort wasn't a priority because they threw me onto a dirty concrete floor afterward.
Rude. I glance around the room. It is small, dark and cold, there is one tiny glass block window near the ceiling.
I’m definitely in a basement. Everything smells like mildew and old water damage.
Wonderful. Exactly where every girl dreams of ending up.
I shift again and grimace. The fact that I'm still wearing the tiny black bikini I had on at the pool tells me these men are complete idiots.
Do they not read? Everyone knows masked men are supposed to be ridiculously attractive and morally gray.
They're supposed to brood in corners and say possessive things, not toss people into basements like discount movie villains.
Honestly. The lack of professionalism is concerning.
I realize Scarlett is gone, she is not here with me.
The memory comes rushing back, I remember being dragged into a van fighting.
I was kicking and trying to scream but they had something over my mouth.
Then nothing. Please let her be okay. I close my eyes for a second.
Asher is probably losing his mind, while Declan is planning a military operation, and Roman...
a small smile pulls at my lips. Roman is probably talking an incredible amount of shit right now. I can practically hear him.
"Tempesta, if you get kidnapped, at least make it difficult."
"Tempesta, stop attracting danger."
"Tempesta, I swear to God..."
I let out a shaky laugh. Well. Roman better put that smart mouth of his to good use, in more ways than he normally does.
If the Knight brothers don't find us soon, I have a feeling Scarlett and I are royally screwed.
While I have complete faith in the guys...
I'd really rather not spend another hour tied up on a basement floor finding out what our kidnappers have planned.
Especially since every instinct I have is screaming that this is about Scarlett.
A sound outside the door pulls me from my thoughts.
Footsteps, multiple sets, they sound like they are slowly approaching.
My heart immediately starts pounding. Looks like story time is over.
Time to find out who exactly kidnapped us, more importantly...
Whether they're smart enough to be afraid of the men currently looking for us.
I hear them go into the room next to mine and I even though it is muffled I can hear Scarlett.
I immediately start fighting against the ropes again.
"Scarlett!" I yell but the cover around my mouth muffles my scream.
Relief crashes through me so hard I almost cry.
She's alive, Thank God. The voices become louder.
I am moving myself to where I am up against one of the walls.
I need to get out of here. If I can sit up and get my arms over my legs, I can untie the ropes.
I continue to push myself until I am eventually up against the one concrete wall.
I slowly start to slide my arms underneath my butt and then draw my legs through them.
Thank fuck I am flexible. I begin to untie my legs; these fucking ropes are horrible.
I break two nails trying to untie them. I finally get them off and pull down the cover on my mouth, I immediately start working on my hands when a loud crash echoes somewhere above and the entire basement vibrates.
Dust falls from the ceiling, and every voice next door immediately stops. The men outside my room start shouting.
"What the fuck was that?"
"I don't know!"
I hear footsteps running downstairs and then all of sudden I hear gunshots.
I hear Scarlett scream and I am up on my feet in a second.
I run towards the door just as it swings open and Roman is standing there.
Before I can even move, he is on me. He grabs my face is a soul crushing kiss.
His hands cup my ass and lift me up, my leg instantly wrapping around him.
My fingers finding their way into his hair as I moan around his kiss.
The thing this man can do with his tongue, if only he wasn’t such an arrogant prick.
He breaks away from the kiss and leans his forehead against mine.
I can feel how fast his heart is beating.
“Tempesta, don’t ever fucking scare me like that again.”
“Oh, right because I asked to be abducted, and hog tied in a basement.”
I begin to argue with him when another gunshot goes off next door.
Then another, a loud thud rattles the wall beside us.
Roman puts me down and rushes out the door but not before looking back at me and pointing at me and telling me to stay.
Who the fuck does he think I am the damn dog!