Hollywood Princess (Hollywood Royalty 2)
“Holy shit,” Hunter says from beside me, and I want to throat punch him. “If she moves even a touch, I think you’ll see something.”
“She’s taped in that,” I tell him with plans to burn that fucking shirt.
“Did she ever wear those shoes with you?” Hunter asks, and I finally see the strappy blue stilettos that tie around her ankle. I don’t know what they talk about. I have no idea if she even spoke. I send Cori a text.
Me: Throw that shirt out or I burn it. Either way, I win.
She responds right away, and I swear I can hear her laughing.
Cori: She bought seven of them in different colors.
I groan. The rest of the day goes by at a snail’s pace. Finally, at nine o’clock, I get dressed in my dark blue jeans and white shirt, and I grab my brown leather jacket. After putting on my black boots, I meet Hunter in the living room where he is dressed the same.
“What’s the ETA?” he asks me of the plan tonight. A plan I have been putting into action from the time I walked away from her.
“She always goes on stage at eight, and she’s off at ten thirty,” I tell him and then look at the clock to see it’s almost ten thirty. “We should head down and get to the airfield. She should be there no later than eleven, and I want to get on the plane and scope it out before she gets there.” He nods at me, then grabs his things, and we make our way outside to the truck already waiting at the curb. I get in and make my way down to the private airfield where the plane is waiting. “She should be getting into the car right about now,” I say, and our phones both go off at the same time, but this time, I see that Cori is calling.
“Hello,” I answer the same time Hunter answers his phone quietly.
“Brian!” she shrieks, her tone making my blood turn cold. “Brian, she’s gone.” I look over at Hunter, who is listening to whoever called him. His eyes come to me, and I just know that something is wrong. Cori’s sob rips through the phone. “Brian.”
“Where are you?” I ask her, turning the truck around and speeding toward the venue.
“He has her,” she sobs, and my heart stops. I can’t think, I can’t breathe, I can’t do anything.
“Who has her?” I ask her, and all of a sudden, all the little pieces click together.
“Tommy.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Kellie
My head feels so heavy as it rolls from side to side. I try to open my eyes, but the dizziness and throbbing make me stop. I groan, my hand going to my head as I try to stop the pounding and fight the darkness again, and then I hear the voice.
“Are you finally up?” I hear Tommy’s voice, and suddenly, it all comes back to me.
Stepping off the stage and throwing my hands up in the air to celebrate the end of the tour. Tommy waiting there for me with the biggest hug and smile. He pulled me to his side, his arm around my shoulder as he kissed my forehead and told me how proud he was of me. I couldn’t wait to get back to the changing room to shower and take off. My bags were packed, the plane was waiting, and I was going to sleep for a month. When we walked past the dressing room, I tried to stop, but he kept walking straight down the hallway, mentioning that he had a surprise for me. When we got close to the car, I looked over at him and then felt a little pinch in my neck as I was drugged.
Now here I am in the car as I try to open my eyes. Fighting the heaviness of my eyes, I try to focus on the darkness of the road, but the nausea sets in and my stomach feels like it’s roiling. “I’m going to be sick,” I grumble, then wonder if he’s going to pull over.
“You’ll be fine. We are almost there anyway,” he says, and I now lean back in the seat, my hand holding the handle of the car as I try to breathe through the nausea. “Just a little bit more and we’ll finally be home, honey.”
Honey? What is he talking about? “What home?” I whisper, my mouth dry. “Water.” I try to swallow again, and it’s like sandpaper. “I need water.”
“Not yet,” Tommy says, and I open my eyes and see that it’s pitch black outside and even the headlights of the car are off. “We are going to be arriving any minute, and now that we’re finally reunited, our life together can begin.” I look over at him and notice he’s sweating. He is usually so put together and always well groomed and dressed, and now he looks disheveled. His thumbs are tapping the steering wheel. The car takes a sharp right turn, and I fly to the side but then he finally puts the car in park and shuts it off by pressing the button. He gets out of the car, and I see his shadow walking to my side. When he opens the door, he leans in, kissing me on the lips. I lean away from his touch, and he touches my chin with his thumb. “It’ll only be a matter of time before we are husband and wife, and I can’t wait.” He leans over me to unbuckle the seat belt, and then he grabs my hand to help me get out of the car, but my knees give out, and I fall, the rocks cutting into my hands and knees. “Fucking bitch,” he curses and then grabs my upper arm, yanking me up. I have to focus, or I’ll fall again. He puts his arm around my waist, and my feet are just moving in slow motion until we get to the wooden stairs. We walk up the five steps, and then he opens the door, pulling me in and closing it behind him. I look around the cabin and see that it’s just a living room with the white and green checkered couch, and the dining room and kitchen all open. The only light is the little side lamp by the couch and the light over the kitchen sink. He walks me to the dining room and pulls out a wooden chair, then pushes me down on it. I almost fall over, but he steadies me and then walks to the counter and comes back with rope and duct tape.