Captive, Mine(5)

Lake felt his heartbeat pick up speed, thudding in his chest now. He quietly opened the small black case with a snick of the hasp. The cloth was in a clear plastic bag, and he pulled it out, careful to keep it at arm’s length.

“I mean, what if you were about to be killed?” DeSalvo rested his elbow on the back of his seat. “Is there anything you wouldn’t do to survive?”

“You’re creeping me the fuck out with—”

Lake lunged forward, clamping his left arm down across her chest, just above the rise of her breasts, pulling back hard. His right hand pressed the cloth to her face, but not hard enough to completely cut off her air. The chemical would do its work as she drew in that first huge, panicky breath, her body readying to fight. She writhed under his grip, her strength surprising, and — shockingly, to him — not exactly unappealing either. Her voice shrieked against the cloth, her hands scratching first at the arms of his coat, then her nails scoring deep furrows of white-hot pain down the back of his hand. In moments, the strength drained from her like water through a sieve, and she finally stilled, her arms dropping into her lap.

It was done, and now there was no going back.





Chapter 4



It was cold. I woke up in a pitch-black room lying on something relatively soft, a mattress maybe, on my side, hands bound behind my back and something covering my mouth. I inhaled a deep, shaky breath, telling myself not to panic, which was impossible. I huddled into myself, shivering, trying not to move, mentally scanning my body for injury, which, apart from aches of where I’d been manhandled, I didn’t find.

There was no sound in the room aside from my own breathing. I opened my eyes but could see nothing — it was too dark. The last thing I remembered were DeSalvo’s words, the look on his face, then being pinned back to the seat, Lake holding me with a cloth pressed against my nose and mouth. Chloroform. He’d held it there until I had passed out.

Something scurried across the mattress and I gasped and tried to scream but the tape over my mouth prevented that. I sat up, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. I was alone. Or at least I thought I was alone. The room had no windows of any kind. The only light that penetrated was that from beneath a door which looked to be that of a garage. I could make out several boxes stacked against the walls but that was all. I wondered if I was in some sort of storage unit.

There was some movement outside then. I tried to stand but that was difficult with my hands cuffed behind my back, so I made noise — as much as I could from behind the tape.

The garage door opened. I squinted against the too-bright fluorescent light blocked only by his form. His large, thick body taking up too much space as he stood, a set of keys dangling from one hand, his clothes slightly disheveled, a smearing of what might have been blood across his shirt.

I sat on my knees and stared up at him, my bodyguard. The grin with which I was met chilled me and I couldn’t make another sound. I think my heart stopped altogether for a moment then.

“Cold in here,” Lake said, looking around the storage unit.

When he took a step toward me, I sat back on my heels. It was all I could do to put some space between us.

He ignored me completely and rifled through one of the boxes, selecting whatever he was looking for and tucking it into the waistband of his jeans. I thought I glimpsed the black metal of a pistol but he covered it with his shirt too quickly for me to see.

“How long have you been up?”

I tried to ask what the fuck he thought he was doing but it only came out as one jumbled noise from behind the tape covering my mouth.

“What’s that?” he asked, reaching for me.

I almost fell over when I tried to back up but he grabbed my arm and hauled me to my feet. The first thing I did was bring my knee up to his crotch. Or attempted to at least.

“Hey!” he said, as if he were issuing some command to a dog. “Play nice.” He squeezed my arm hard. “A little gratitude for saving your fucking life would be nice.”

I exhaled hard through my nose and stood still, waiting for him to soften his hold on me. When he did, I attacked again, this time managing to connect my knee to his crotch.

He released me and doubled over, but his eyes never left mine. I stood there staring at him for a second before the instinct to run kicked in. But I’d barely taken one step when he gripped the neck of my coat and tugged hard enough that I fell onto the mattress. He was beside me in an instant, pushing me onto my back, his hand around my throat.

“Be good, Lily,” he said, reaching into his pocket to take out a Ziploc bag with what I knew to be the chloroform-drenched cloth inside. “I could knock you out until we get to where we’re going, but I’m trying to be nice.”

I made some noise, wanting the gag off, wanting to know what was going on. I figured he didn’t want me dead. He would have killed me already if that were the case. Where was the US Marshal? What was it he’d said last night? “Is there anything you wouldn’t do to survive?”

Lake was watching me and he seemed to relax as I did. I wanted him to take the gag off. I made some small noise of surrender, a temporary surrender, which he seemed to understand since he smiled.

“You want the tape off?”

I nodded desperately.

“You going to be quiet?”

I nodded again. It was less enthusiastic this time.

“I’m going to stand you up now and we’re going to walk to my car. Once there, I’ll take it off. If you’re good. If not, it stays on for the rest of the drive, understand?”

Yes, I understood. I had zero choice.

“Good girl,” he said, standing and hauling me to my feet.

I imagined there wasn’t anyone around if he was going to walk me to his car so obviously against my will so I went along with him. He kept one hand on me as he secured the door of the unit and we walked down the deserted corridor and outside. It was daylight, late afternoon I’d say, and we were alone. In the distance, I could hear the sounds of a freeway but the storage facility itself was in the middle of nowhere.

We walked to a parked black truck similar to the one we’d driven in when we had left the city. The windows on this one however were tinted black. It was the only vehicle in the lot.

He unlocked the passenger-side door and gestured for me to enter. I couldn’t help but glance once more at the red stain on the front of his shirt, not at all sure I wanted to know what it was. I stepped a foot up but bound as I was, Lake had to help me in. He closed the door once I was inside and walked over to the driver’s side. After climbing in, he made a point of opening the glove compartment and placing what he’d taken from the box into it. He then locked the compartment. I’d been right: it was a revolver.

“Turn your back to me,” he said, fishing in his pocket for something.

My eyes grew wider and I shook my head.

He held up the small key. “I’ll cuff your hands in front of you. It will be more comfortable,” he began, then made a show of putting the key away again. “But if you’d prefer…”

I shook my head no and did as he said, keeping one eye on him over my shoulder. When he unlocked the cuffs, I immediately reached for the tape at my mouth.

“Uh-uh,” he said, taking my hand and re-cuffing me, then placing my hands in my lap.

I started to say something about doing what he’d said, that we had a deal, but he just sat back and listened to the jumble of sound until I stopped.

“No screaming, no hysterics when I take it off, understood?”

I nodded and he took a corner of the tape.

“This might hurt a little,” he said with a grin on his face as he yanked the tape off.

“Ow! Fuck you!” My hands covered the area around my mouth. That was worse than the worst waxing session I’d ever had!

He ignored me and reached to strap me in, nice and tight like the first time he’d done it. I didn’t miss his glance at my chest and when he met my gaze again, I made sure he knew I knew.

“My dad’s going to kill you,” I said, my voice low.

He started the truck. “Your dad’s going to thank me. That and pay me a nice bonus.”

“You’re as good as dead, Lake Freeman.”

“I don’t think so,” he said, merging onto the highway.

“Where are you taking me? What happened to the US Marshal?” I looked out the window but didn’t recognize anything. “Where are we?” It was strange how I heard the tone of my own voice changing with that last question. I glanced back over at him, really looking at him. He was big with thick, muscular arms and legs. Under any other circumstances, I might have found him attractive, but not today. Today I was scared. Something had gone wrong in the plan to whisk me away to a new life. It wasn’t that I felt broken up over that. I didn’t want to leave my old life behind. But the fact that I was here, handcuffed, in a car with Lake Freeman, alone, meant my father’s enemies had gotten to him. It didn’t make sense though. Where was DeSalvo? My gaze returned to that spot on Lake’s shirt just as he looked at me.

“Where we are and where you’re going don’t matter. What does matter is that if I’d gone through with the original plan, you’d be Randall’s guest right now and the only bargaining chip they have to buy your father’s silence. DeSalvo was in on it.”