Billionaire Undaunted:The Billionaire's Obsession ~ Zane(2)

As he slammed her against his vehicle, she finally spoke, desperately  wondering if he was going to kill her even though she hadn't screamed.  "James, you don't want to do this. What about Chloe? What about your  career? Stop this now and I won't say anything. Just let me go home."  She began to lie her ass off to get him to let her go.         

     



 

"You think I'm stupid enough to believe that?" James asked in a voice  that was growing high in pitch, a crazy voice that was beginning to  scare Ellie half to death.

He's going to kill me.

Ellie recognized the loss of sanity in his tone.

He yanked the computer and her purse away from her and tossed both in  the back seat of his vehicle before shoving her toward the trunk. The  minute she heard the latch pop open, Ellie started to fight for her  life.

No more trying to reason with James.

No more begging him to let her go.

She fought him with everything she had, trying to scratch at his eyes,  kicking her leg up to catch him in the groin. He overpowered her, and  she finally began to scream, knowing if he succeeded in getting her into  the trunk of his vehicle, she was going to be a dead woman.

"Shut the fuck up," he growled menacingly, grasping her long blonde ponytail and yanking it so hard Ellie's eyes teared.

She didn't stop fighting even as he lifted her up and bodily tried to toss her into the confined space.

I'll be damned if I'll make this easy for him.

Her ass landed on the hard trunk surface, but she threw her arms out,  trying to keep him from closing the lid, confining her in a makeshift  coffin.

He'll never let me live.

"Nooooo! Somebody help! Please!" Ellie kept screaming, not caring anymore about James's warning, but nobody came to her rescue.

One more vicious slam to her head from his fist silenced her, made her world go dark.

With Ellie unconscious and incapable of fighting anymore, James closed  the trunk and got into his vehicle, driving away into the night with her  now-limp body hidden and confined in darkness.





The Present …

"Where in the hell is she?" Zane Colter mumbled angrily as he drove his  Bentley SUV up another steep, off-road track of dirt that would lead to  yet another cabin in the desolate mountains.

How many days had he been searching? One day had rolled into the next,  but Zane had been so laser-focused on his mission that he really hadn't  bothered to do much else except stay hydrated.

He was grateful that he'd bought the new SUV just a month or two  earlier. It was snowing hard here at high altitude, and his speed had  been beyond reckless on the slick mountain roads. He knew he was driving  too fast for the rapidly worsening weather conditions. Problem was, he  was getting desperate. He knew which area Ellie was in because of the  soil samples he'd taken from an old pair of James's shoes, and then from  the tire treads from a late-model truck in his garage. After he'd found  a tiny piece of a wilted, rare flower in the asshole's house, on a  hunch, he'd taken those dirt samples, an intuition that had paid off  after some intense analysis, pinpointing the only areas where that type  of flower could grow and the soil it needed to thrive. The dirt he'd  gathered had confirmed his suspicions. He was doubtful that James drove  that older truck for anything other than mountain travel. The shoes were  old and tattered, and a superficial asshole like James wouldn't wear  them except in muddy areas where he wouldn't be seen. After matching the  soil to the wilted flower, Zane had a very good idea of the area Ellie  could be hidden. But a search of cabins and properties in the vicinity  had brought up nothing that James owned, so Zane had to assume it was a  place that wasn't titled under his real name.

"Where the fuck did he hide her? God dammit!" he growled as he slammed  his hand against the steering wheel in frustration, knowing he was  running out of time. Chances were he might be recovering a body instead  of rescuing Ellie.

Not. Happening.

He shook off the possibility that Ellie could be dead and kept heading  up to a small cabin a little bit farther up the nearly nonexistent dirt  road he was currently climbing.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead with his hand and jamming his fingers  through his hair in irritation, he deftly steered out of a spin on the  ice and snow one-handed until he was climbing up the steep road again.

Pretty soon I'm going to have to face it; I've checked almost every cabin and home in this area with no fucking luck.

Zane had no idea how long it had been since he'd slept. He'd been doing  research on the soil he'd found, and then working on pinpointing areas  to investigate. He was exhausted, but a clock was ticking in his head,  and if James had kept Ellie alive, she was probably running out of food  and water. James was dead, and had been incapacitated before he'd offed  himself. She'd been alone for too damn long.

I can't stop looking. I promised Chloe I wouldn't. I won't stop until I find her.

He shook his head absently, knowing that was a good excuse as to why he  was out here searching, but his dogged persistence wasn't all about  Ellie being his little sister's best friend. Instinct was gnawing at his  gut, and it hadn't stopped.         

     



 

He understood Ellie well enough to know that if she'd been able to get  away, she would have. Some people claimed that Ellie was quiet, but he'd  seen how bossy she could be when they were kids. As a teenager, she  hadn't changed. She'd never had a problem voicing her opinions. Not with  him.

Honestly, he'd never minded her anally retentive desire to organize. In  fact, he'd kind of liked it since he wasn't exactly orderly in his  personal life. Never had been. When it came to his work as a scientist,  he was meticulous, but everything else went to hell outside of his lab.  Truthfully, he'd always been fascinated by the way Ellie was able to  juggle so many things at one time, and take care of them all in a  hyper-organized way. She'd always been that way, even as an adolescent.

Zane could admit to himself that he'd liked Ellie in high school. But  being his little sister Chloe's best friend had put Ellie completely  off-limits for anything other than friendship after they had become  adults. In high school, she'd been too young, too closely connected to  his family. Not to mention the fact that he'd been so socially awkward  in high school that he never would have had the balls to ask her out on a  date, even if she hadn't been too young. But he'd liked her as a  friend, too, and he still had fond feelings for her, even though he'd  seen very little of her after he'd graduated from high school. He'd gone  off to college, and had never come back home to live in Rocky Springs  full-time.

He groaned as he pulled up to the cabin he'd been seeking. "Shit! It looks like a seasonal place."

Although the dwelling was in decent shape, it wasn't something a  physician would own. It was tiny, and looked more like a hunting or  fishing cabin.

Snow was drifted against the door, and it didn't look like anyone had  been here since the first snow had flown. The white flakes were blowing  and coming down in epic amounts as he jumped out of his vehicle, not  bothering to lock it. Hell, nobody was coming up to this off-road cabin  in the middle of a blizzard.

He trudged through the drifting snow and then kicked the accumulated  white stuff from the front door as he turned the handle to enter,  finding it locked. Annoyed and determined not to leave a single stone  unturned, he put his shoulder against the door until the flimsy lock  gave and then pushed it open.

"Ellie!" he bellowed loudly, even though the place was so small he probably didn't need to shout.

He strode through the small cabin with a living area to one side and a  small kitchen in the other direction. He inspected the tiny bathroom  before he came to an abrupt halt at the door of the only bedroom in the  cabin. His body tensed as he saw the nearly unrecognizable figure  shackled in the corner, huddled in a fetal position, completely naked.

"Fuck!" The curse exploded from his mouth as he entered the room and  crouched down next to the woman, not knowing if she was dead or alive.

He pushed the filthy hair from her face. "Ellie?" he said hesitantly,  feeling her neck for a pulse, his blood starting to boil as he saw all  of the poorly healing bruises and cuts to her body, face, and limbs.

There was a portable potty next to her, but she'd obviously eventually  lacked the strength to use it. Every limb was shackled with heavy metal,  giving her very limited mobility. There was an empty water jug in the  corner, and a plastic bag with nothing inside.

Zane got no response, but his heart started to accelerate as he found a weak pulse.

He ran out to the kitchen and found a glass and filled it with water, damn grateful that the place had indoor plumbing.

He paid no attention to how badly the woman smelled as he cradled her in  his arms, forcing her to sit up. "Ellie? Open your eyes for me. You  need water. You're dehydrated."

She was more than just dehydrated. She was starved. But he had to solve  one problem at a time. Ellie used to be a curvy woman. Now she had no  flesh on her bones.