Dark Lonely Lies (The Denton Family Legacy 6)

“I’ve got no plans.”

He stood in front of her and grabbed the back of her head. “I’ve been nice so far.”

“You call kidnapping nice? You’re deluded.”

He smiled. “I’ve been called much worse. You’re not the first time, nor will you be the last. Now, you’re going to eat something and then you’re going to tell me why you won’t call for help.”

“Fuck you.”

“I’ll make you and believe me, you won’t like it.” He let go of her hair and went to her throat. He gripped tightly and she let out a little choking sound. Her mouth opened and he was about to put in some of the sandwich he picked up, but she jerked away as he let her go.

“I’ll eat. I’ll eat.”

He gave her the food, taking a seat opposite her. This was going to be a long flight. Already this girl was giving him a headache but so far, he needed her more than he needed peace of mind.

****

Tulip woke up.

She didn’t know where she was, but she knew she was locked in a room. Everything from the past day—or was it longer?—now came rushing back to her. Putting a hand around her throat, she groaned. She’d eaten her food and the man, whose name she didn’t know, continuously asked her questions.

He was there right in front of her, asking her where she came from. He really didn’t like it when she said some sperm and a vagina. Just because some wealthy-looking guy had taken her, fed her, and overall hadn’t been a giant dick to her, it didn’t mean she was ready for any of this shit. Whatever reason he had for kidnapping her, it wasn’t good.

She wanted to go home.

It was kind of crazy. Not too long before he’d turned up at the shitty restaurant where she worked, she thought about going away, traveling. America had come to mind. Now, she wanted to go home, to her rubbish apartment and not have to worry about any of this.

She wouldn’t get that luxury. Climbing out of the bed, she made a note of the expense of it. The silk sheets, the largeness of the room.

There was no weapon in sight. She rushed over to the vanity table where the mirror had been removed to find a little note.

There’s nothing here to hurt yourself or me. Have a nice sleep. We’ll talk more in the morning.

She rushed over to the curtains and threw them open. The curtains hid some doors. She unflicked the lock, stepped outside, and saw it was a long way down.

“Fuck!”

Running fingers through her hair, she felt the grease as she hadn’t gotten a chance to wash it. She probably stunk. She worked hard and always built up a sweat between her two jobs.

She rubbed her temple and groaned. She felt a little sick, but she had no doubt it was from all the drugging. The son of a bitch was going to pay, and big.

“There’s no chance of you ever escaping. You can stop thinking about it now,” the man said.

She turned to look at him. “You want to tell me what this is all about?”

“I told you on the jet. You can help me.”

“How?”

This time, the man who’d taken her wasn’t alone. There were two other men with him. They looked similar and there was no way in hell she was talking.

“You don’t have to be afraid.”

“I don’t know, one woman in a room full of three scary-looking men, I’ll be afraid if I want to.”

“You’re right, she’s nothing like Sarah.”

“You called me that,” she said. “I don’t even know your names.”