Freed (Bad Boy Hitman Romance)

by Terry Towers

  Fuck! I wanted to scream and chase after him, but my hands were still cuffed behind my back. How in the fuck was I supposed to go to the bathroom without my hands free? Unless… I walked over to the tiny mattress and sat down onto it. It took a lot of squirming and maneuvering, but I managed to get my cuffed hands down over my feet and finally in front of me.

  Once done, I flopped backwards, panting hard, onto the mattress. That had been a hell of a lot harder than it appeared in movies.

  What was that sound? I sat up and perked my ears. It was the faint sound of laughter – Kyle’s laughter. Why was that fucker laughing? I scanned the room, and my eyes landed on a tiny camera mounted on the far corner of the room. He’d watched me squirm and suffer, all the while laughing his stupid ass off.

  Glaring up at the camera, I put both hands up and flipped him the bird.

  I heard more laughing, louder this time.

  “Yuck it up, fucker!”

  * TT *

  Kyle

  It had been a while since I’d been so damned amused, watching her squirm and wiggle attempting to get the cuffs to the front of her. Her cute little black dress had inched its way up so it looked more like she was wearing a tube top instead of a dress.

  I sat back in the leather computer chair and rocked back and forth as I continued to watch her. I was tempted to go back and talk to her, but I knew I couldn’t. I needed to make sure she was aware of who was in control here. She seemed to have forgotten, despite the fact she was locked in the room against her will. A couple days of no food and water and having to shit and piss in a bucket would remind her. Maybe then her attitude would lessen and she’d be more willing to do and say what I needed and wanted.

  She’d put up a damned good fight in the driveway. That was actually a lot of fun. Perhaps it was a little twisted to enjoy tackling a woman who was trying to escape, but that’s how I am. Though I knew her mind was spinning, working out ways to convince me to let her go or ways to escape.

  There wasn’t any.

  This wasn’t my first rodeo.

  Leaning forward, I rested my forearms on the desk top and grimaced. Sitting back up, I looked down at my forearm and frowned. I hadn’t even noticed that my arm was torn up from the fall.

  With a sigh, I got up and made my way into the bathroom. Opening the medicine cabinet, I pulled out some alcohol and bandages. Quickly, I cleaned and bandaged the area, taping off the edge. Just as I was leaving the bathroom, the phone rang.

  Pulling my phone out of my back pocket, I looked down at the display and groaned out loud. It was my father. Swiping the answer button, I brought the phone to my ear.

  “Yes, Flynn.”

  Flynn: “Have you got her in your possession?”

  “What father? No, hello? No, how are you doing? No, how’s the weather in sunny California?”

  Flynn: “I have no desire to know what the weather is like there. You know what I need to know. Let’s just stop with the beating around the bush and get on with it.”

  I really hated my father sometimes – correction, all of the time. I endured him because there would be a day when I’d be taking over. I just had to bide my time. Unfortunately, biding my time also meant I had to play nice.

  “Yes, I have her.”

  Flynn: “And what’s your plan? And where do you have her?”

  Every muscle in my body tightened. “She’s safe and sound. I’m going to give her a couple of days before I start working her over.”

  Flynn: “Is a couple days really necessary?”

  “If you want the information you’re asking for as fast as possible, then you will let me do this my way.”

  There was a silence on the other end of the line. “Fine. Give me a report in a few days. This timeframe you have is starting to test my patience.”

  I hung up the phone without saying goodbye. Maybe I’d be better off just leaving the entire operation, fucking start a real life. I huffed. Yeah, right. Spend the rest of my life as some low-paid unappreciated grunt for less money a year than I paid for my car.

  No-fucking-thank-you.

  * TT *

  Rebecca

  “Wakie, wakie, my beautiful captive.”

  I groaned softly and slowly opened my eyes to see Kyle standing over me. I was exhausted, and it had taken me forever to get to sleep. The mattress was ridiculous, the cuffs chaffed, and I hated that I was being watched, like some sort of animal on exhibit. I bet I hadn’t been asleep for more than an hour, and he was waking me up. Asshole. No doubt that was his plan. “Fuck you. What do you want?”

  “Just checking on you.” He crossed his arms over his chest as he watched me pull myself up into a sitting position.

  “How about you just tell me what you want, then I’ll tell you to shove it up your ass, and then we can go on to stage two of this plan of yours?”

  His smile widened. “Now, what would be the fun in that?”

  “From what I read on the text, this Flynn character, who I assume is your boss, wants the information sooner rather than later.”

  That cocky smile of his faded, just a smidge. “Flynn will get the information when he gets it. I don’t think you need to worry about me.”

  “Oh, I’m not. It just seems this Flynn person appears to be as impatient as I am to get this done and over with.”

  “Right.” He nodded towards my cuffs. “So, I was thinking. If you promise to behave I’ll remove the cuffs.”

  “Cause you’re nice like that?”

  “Exactly, consider it a good faith gesture.”

  I extended my wrists to him.

  He didn’t budge to remove them. “Promise you’ll behave.”

  I rolled my eyes at him.

  “I want to hear you say it.”

  He was playing with me. Fucking annoying. But I did want the cuffs off. It would make it easier for me to sleep, piss, and more importantly, escape. I forced a smile onto my lips, but I pinned him with a glare full of anger and hate. “Could you please remove my cuffs, Sir?”

  Blatantly ignoring my sarcasm, he reached into his front pocket and produced a key. He jingled the key in front of my nose a moment before leaning forward. “This doesn’t have to be hard.”

  “You’re the one making it hard.”

  “I’m doing it this way for a reason.” He unlocked the cuffs and pulled them off.

  “Uh-huh. We following the kidnapper’s guidebook, that it?”

  He grinned as he straightened. “Trust me, normally when kidnapped by people from our organization, it’s not quite as pleasant of an experience as it is for you right now.”

  I rubbed my wrists, which were raw from the cold, sharp metal rubbing against my skin. “I bet. Cause this has been a grade A experience up until this point.”

  “Grass is always greener, baby.” He took a step backwards. He was attempting to be nonchalant, but I could see he was doing his best not to turn his back to me as he crossed the room to the door.

  “Some food and water would be great. Maybe you could empty my shit bucket?” The bucket was nasty, another reason why I’d been having trouble sleeping.

  “I bet those things would be great.” He smirked and shrugged. “Maybe tomorrow.” Spinning around, he exited and pulled the door behind him, locking it.

  Dirty, rotten, son-of-a-bitch! I collapsed back on the rock hard mattress. Fuck it, I’d sleep until he decided enough time had passed. I wished he’d just get this over with.

  * TT *

  Rebecca

  How long had I been in here? I asked myself for the millionth time since Kyle locked me in, as I paced back and forth across the floor of the small room. I had no way of knowing how long. Aside from his one quick visit, I hadn’t heard or seen anything from him.

  I let out a groan of frustration. My damned watch somehow got broken when he’d taken me. The overhead light shone constantly, and without a window, I couldn’t determine time. My pastimes were counting knots in the wood and sleep. I was dying of thirst, a
nd my lips were so dry, they’d begun to chap. If I got out of this he’d pay dearly. My time in this room seemed to free something within me I hadn’t known existed, or maybe I did, but was refusing to see it. Regardless, what was being freed within me was dark and cold and ruthless, and I embraced it.

  One thing the presumably two days had given me was clarity. I now remembered everything. This whole situation I was in was because of my sister. Again, Emily was the bane of my existence. I fucking hated her. These people, whoever they were, wanted to know where she was. However, I knew just about as much as they did, less really.

  So what was going to happen to me when Kyle found out that I didn’t have the information he wanted? Either way, the outcome of this situation didn’t look good for me. My last days in this world could possibly be spent in a room of a log cabin smelling my shit in a bucket across the room from me.

  I’d never felt so damned helpless in my life, but I wasn’t about to give up. Whatever it was that was beginning to awaken within me refused to let me. I was smarter than him. I was better than him. I would be free. I just needed to bide my time.

  The sound of keys jingling brought me from my thoughts, and I ran barefoot across the room to stand behind the door as it swung inward.

  “I hope you’re well rested,” Kyle said as he entered the room.

  Before he had a chance to register I wasn’t in sight, I ran from behind the door and out into the living room.

  “Oh Rebecca, are we really going to play this game?” he called out behind me, but he didn’t seem too concerned or surprised I’d run out. I didn’t take the time to give it thought. I ran straight for the front door.

  Reaching the door, I grabbed onto the door handle and wasn’t surprised to find it was locked. My fingers fumbled with the door lock, and it clicked open.

  “Damn you! Open!” I attempted to open the door again and cursed when I noticed a second lock that needed a key to open. “FUCK!”

  “You might need these sweetheart.” I spun around to see Kyle standing in the center of the living room, jingling the keys from his fingertips.

  I did a quick scan of the living room. To my left was a large window. In front of me, back towards my room and past Kyle, was the kitchen, the kitchen would equal knives and other items I could use to defend myself. To the right, there was a fireplace and a poker sitting out. The poker – a weapon. The poker was the closest, and I had the best chance of getting it before he got to me.

  Our eyes locked, and he grinned, that damned cocky grin that I both loved and hated – though at this moment it was more of the latter. He was staring at me like he was the predator, and I was the prey, and this was all one big game. Perhaps it was to him.

  Taking a deep breath in, I ran, using every bit of strength I had in me to make it to the poker before he made it to me. I didn’t look to see where he was, but I knew he was coming after me. I could hear his movements off to the side and back of me. Grabbing the poker, I spun around and faced Kyle just as he was about to pounce on me.

  He stopped his approach and took a step backwards, that damned grin still on his face. I waved the poker in front of me, adrenaline shooting through me, amplifying my strength. An intense need to hurt him, make him pay for what he’d done to me, raced through me. “I want you to unlock the door and throw me the keys to the car. I’m leaving!”

  “No, you’re not,” His response was delivered with the smug calmness that was typical of Kyle.

  My eyes narrowed at him. “If you don’t I’m going to crush in your skull.”

  “Uh-huh.” To my surprise, he tossed me the keys to the front door. “I know you won’t.” They landed a couple of feet in front of me.

  “Won’t, what? Bash your skull in?”

  He shook his head. “Nope, I don’t doubt you’d could and would do that without hesitating. It’s the leaving you won’t do.”

  “You’re fucking crazy.”

  Watching him closely, I bent and grabbed the keys. There were several keys on the ring, one marked with the Mercedes-Benz logo. I straightened and began to shuffle my way towards the door.

  “I know you won’t leave, because I’m the only one who can tell you what really happened to your father. I know who murdered him and why. And I might even be able to cast some light on who you are as well.”

  “I know who I am.”

  “Do you?” he cocked his brow up at me. “Do you really?”

  Chapter 11

  Kyle

  I wasn’t entirely sure if she’d take the bait or not. It really didn’t matter either way. The end result would be the same – she’d be back in her room and staying there until I got the information I needed. But I could see from the look in her eyes that the information I was offering was tempting her.

  “Come on, baby. I know you want to know the truth. Why else would you run to California and pretend your family doesn’t exist? You were attempting to escape all the questions his death left behind, weren’t you?”

  She backed up to the book and reached behind her, keeping the poker in one hand and attempting to unlock the door with the other. I could easily disarm her, but this was much more fun. I’d let her go until she reached the point where she had the potential to get away.

  The door unlocked, and she opened it. The afternoon sun shone into the cabin, and we were greeted by the soft sympathy of chirping birds. It would have been an amazing morning for us to go for a walk, if we were a couple, and this was just a weekend away from the hustle and bustle of the city. But that was hardly the case.

  “You’re lying!” She snarled at me as she took a couple steps backwards and out onto the doorstep.

  I prepared myself to take chase after her.

  “You saw the text messages. You know I’m not. I’m here looking for the people who murdered your father. I have the answers, Rebecca.”

  “You don’t give a shit about my father.”

  “You’re right. Your father was a psychopathic serial killer. The world is a better place without him. But either way, I have all the information you want.”

  “Liar!” She pressed a button on my keyring, and the Mercedes beeped, the doors unlocking.

  I spread my hands out to my sides as I took a couple of steps towards her. She stood her ground. “Just stay and listen.” She was wavering, I could see it. I was telling the truth, and she could sense it. But would it be enough to keep her here?

  “Why go to all of this effort?” She took another couple of steps backwards and began to make her way down the three stairs to the ground. “Why not just tell me who you were without all of the lies and bullshit?”

  I shrugged. “Dating you seemed the easiest way. I would get close to you and get you to tell me about your family. I’d come and go and be nothing but a faint memory in the story of your life.”

  Rebecca kept backing up until she was next to the driver’s side door. If she opened the door, I’d have to go after her.

  She wasn’t going anywhere.

  “Just come back in.” I walked out onto the doorstep.

  “Fuck you, Kyle.” She tossed the poker to the ground and opened the car door.

  By the time I got to her, she had slid behind the wheel and was in the process of closing the door. As the door closed, my hand shot out and stopped it. I groaned in pain as the door slammed my hand against the frame. I hadn’t really thought that through. She opened the door to try it again, but using my free hand, I pulled the car door back open and reached inside.

  She clawed at my face as I grabbed her upper arm and started pulling her from the car. She was like a little wildcat - biting, scratching, kicking, and screaming. My arms, neck, and face became a scratching board, and the pain from my shoulder as she bit hard into it made me actually scream.

  But fuck, the rush I was getting from our fight was through the roof. Despite the amazing fight she’d put up, the fact she was severely dehydrated and half-starved made her too weak to fend me off as I pulled her from the car and thre
w her to the ground. Once on the ground, I flipped her to her back and straddled her chest, pinning her hands down on either side of her head.

  Once I had her pinned, the adrenaline began to leave my system, and I could feel a trickle of blood slither its way down my cheek. While you’d think I’d be pissed she’d drawn blood, I really wasn’t. If anything, it just turned me on more. In fact, the little altercation we’d had succeeded in giving me a hard-on. I wiggled my way down her body until my pelvis was over hers, and I ground my dick against her mound.

  “You sick fuck, this turns you on!” She was panting hard under me, raw anger in her eyes as she stared up at me.

  I grinned. “Oh yes. If you keep squirming under me, I’m going to fuck you right here and now.” I cocked a brow at her, “Can you tell me this isn’t turning you on as well… The rush. The adrenaline shooting through your veins as you fight for your freedom…”

  She didn’t seem to be too concerned because she bucked under me, attempting to push me off.

  “I’m warning you. I expected to be fucking your brains out Friday night. It’s been a quite a few days since I’ve had relief, nothing would please me more than unload in that tight pussy of yours right here and now.”

  “You’ve made me go days without food or water! Made me shit in a bucket, and now you have the nerve to think I’d ever want to fuck you! I’d kill myself before letting you fuck me ever again.”

  “Oh, I think you’re overstating a bit, Dear.” I leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. She kept her lips firmly together. Fair enough. At least she didn’t bite me.

  Time for phase two of my plan. Once I was done with her, I’d have her begging me to fuck her. Regardless of what she said right now.

  * TT *

  Rebecca

  I don’t think I’d ever been so grateful for a bottle of water in my life. I guzzled the cold liquid down, savouring each and every drop as it slid down my throat, quenching my two day long thirst. After the first bottle, I placed it on the countertop that separated the living room from the kitchen and motioned for another.