Dirty Addiction (Dirty 2)

Brody rolls his eyes at him. “Fine. We are kidnapping you.”

“And that means we need to make it look like a kidnapping all the time,” the man says.

“Wait, you’re Noah,” I say, recognizing the man sitting in the passenger seat as one of Brody’s friends from the Bahamas.

“Yep, and this is Levi,” Noah says.

I smile at both of them. “Thank you for kidnapping me.”

“Our pleasure. If you’re a friend of Brody’s, then you’re a friend of ours. He deserves to be happy,” Levi says.

My smile falters, but I don’t think any of the men notice. Even if they manage to get me out of this mess with Gabe, I’m not sure Brody and I can ever be together. He might not be as bad as Gabe, but he’s still a dick at the end of the day. They both even confirmed it to me in the Bahamas.

“Brody, now,” Noah says.

“Sorry, but I have to tie you up. There are too many video cameras and cameras from stoplights, and Gabe could see us. We need to make it look like a real kidnapping.”

I hold out my hands, and Brody’s eyes sear into mine as he ties me up just like he has countless times before. I feel the familiar feelings all over my body, thinking about what is supposed to happen next. He is supposed to kiss me. Spank me. And then fuck me. It’s not supposed to just end with a kidnapping.

Brody pushes his ball cap further on his head, trying to hide his face as we go through a stoplight. They are all really concerned that Gabe is monitoring us right now. And, if that’s true, then none of us have a chance.

“Stop the car!” I shout.

Levi doesn’t even hesitate. He just keeps driving.

“You have to stop the car. You have to let me out. He’ll kill all of you for doing this.”

Brody grabs my face, forcing me to look at him. He pets the side of my face, trying to calm me down. “He’s not going to kill any of us. We have a plan. Just let us follow it.”

I take a deep breath in and out.

“Shit,” Levi says. The cars jumps forward as he speeds up, running through a red light.

“What the hell, man?” Noah says.

“We are being followed,” Levi says.

“How?” Brody asks.

“I don’t know. We should have had more time before anyone figured out that Skye was gone. Especially with the woman we got to play Skye. She looks exactly like her from the back; there’s no way Gabe would’ve noticed this fast. Not when we also had one of the hottest women we could find seducing him.”

“Do you have your cell phone on you?” Brody asks.

I nod and look down into my cleavage.

Brody reaches in between my breasts and pulls out my cell phone. He rolls down the window and chucks the phone outside.

“Seriously, Brody, you had one job—to make sure she didn’t have her cell phone on her,” Noah says.

Brody’s eyes stare into mine. “I’m sorry.”

Brody might be many things, but he’s definitely no James Bond. I haven’t even been gone five minutes, and Gabe’s already on our tail. I don’t have much faith that they’re going to be able to figure out how to get me out of this safely. So, I’d better start forming my own plan and fast. Or we are all fucked.

18

Brody

I fucked up. And, now, my mistake might cost us our lives.