Freed (Bad Boy Hitman Romance) (13 page)

“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, and 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 threw 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.

Kyle held up the bottle, cap still intact, and waved it in front of my eyes. “Want this?”

I nodded.

“Then what do you say?”

Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me!
I groaned inwardly.

He grinned at me, mocking me. I can’t believe I actually enjoyed his company at one point in time. He was an obnoxious, psychopathic jerk. My gaze left his to stare at the bottle of water. “Fine. Please, can I have another bottle of water? Please. Sir.” My tone dripped with sarcasm.

“That’s better. A little manners don’t hurt anyone.” He passed me the bottle, and I snatched it from his grasp before he could change his mind. The chain that had me shackled to the radiator jingled as I snatched my hand back.

“Are the chains really necessary?”

“You’re funny. I’m really glad to see you haven’t lost your sense of humor.” He pulled a butcher knife from the holder on the counter behind him and waved it at me. “While I’m at it, why don’t I just give you a weapon so you can slit my throat in my sleep?” His grin widened. “Or is your weapon of choice a poker?”

“You’re such an asshole.”

“And I do an amazing barbeque. You’ll see tonight.”

The very mention of food made my stomach grumble. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hungry. Two days without food and my stomach was now a constant throbbing of pain I barely noticed anymore. But when I thought about food, yeah, it hurt worse.

“Sounds like you could use some food.”

I didn’t even bother to be embarrassed over the fact my stomach growled. It was his fault I was hungry. He went over to the fridge and pulled the door open. Reaching inside, he pulled out some hamburger and hot dogs, then laid them onto the counter.

“How long have you been planning on taking me?” I asked, my eyes falling onto the food and remaining there. Seemed odd a cabin out in the middle of nowhere was stocked piled with perishable foods. My stomach growled again, louder and with such power it shook my entire body.

“I’ve already told you. I wasn’t. This is plan B. I was hoping you’d be accommodating and just tell me what I needed to know, and it would never have come to this. But you have daddy issues so…”

Anger boiled in my blood at that comment. “I do NOT have daddy issues!”

“Then why lie about your father? You’re an amazing liar by the way, had I not known different, I would have truly believed every line you fed me, and I’m not easily fooled.”

“Fuck you!”

“Why are you cursing at me? I was paying you a compliment.” He feigned a hurt look, but I knew better. I could see the smile in his eyes.

“Because you’re an arrogant dick.”

“You used to like me.”

“
Used to
is the key phrase here. Abducting me and locking me up for two days was not the best way to get on my good side.” Logically, I knew I should be scared of him right now. My life was literally in his hands, but I wasn’t. Fear wasn’t the primary emotion. In fact, it wasn’t really an emotion I experienced – ever. The primary emotion was anger and resentment. There was also a bit of annoyance with myself for letting him best me tossed in for good measure.

“I see.” Leaving the kitchen, he walked across the living room and out the front door. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.” He exited the cabin, leaving the front door wide open.

I groaned out my frustration. There was no use even trying to follow him or escape. I only had about five feet of movement with the handcuff on my wrist keeping me secure to the cast iron radiator bolted to the floor and wall of the cabin. So I remained seated on the stool in front of the counter, eyeing the raw meats he’d laid out.

After a minute, he re-entered the cabin. “Okay, so the grill is ready. What are you in the mood for? Hot dogs? hamburgers? Some of both?”

I looked over at the food on the counter. “I’ll take it all.” I was only halfway joking.

Kyle laughed and opened the package of pre-made hamburgers, then took a knife and slit a hole in the hot dog package. “How about this? I’ll put us both on a couple of burgers and a couple of hot dogs, and then, we can go from there.”

That wasn’t going to be near enough food for me, but I nodded my agreement. For some reason, whether it be a cat and mouse game to him, or if he was just softening me up so he could start drilling me with questions I didn’t know, but I’d play the game for now. As long as I was benefiting, I’d play.