Captured by the Bodyguard(30)

“Does he get free use of this sexy body, hmm? You let him fuck you don’t you, you slut. He gets to use your gorgeous tits and sweet, hot pussy the way he wants, huh? Cunt!”

There was a sharp, blinding light that seemed to overwhelm her senses, stealing her breath away. Alexandra’s face felt like it was on fire and her right eye socket was throbbing with pain. Her eyes widened in alarm as she saw him rearing to slap her once more.

Alexandra whimpered, straining away as much as she could but she was trapped on the floor, beneath his crippling weight. In moments another harder blow landed on the right side of her face and she began to sob beneath her gag.

“That’s it. Cry, bitch. I’ve been waiting, hoping for a chance to get you, sugar boo,” Lamar continued with deceptive softness, his breathing harsh as he leaned close to her burning face. “Get you back for making a fool of me like you did when you broke up with me. Treated me like trash! Now, I’m going to earn some of that respect I deserve. Your father’s going to have to pay a whole lot of cash to get you back – far more than he’d have spent if you’d just let him finance that deal I told you about all those months ago. Sure, it was just a scam but wouldn’t you have liked that better than being kidnapped, bleeding and helpless at the back of my van?”

Alexandra’s eyes pleaded with him, the sounds behind her gag plaintive. But he merely shook his head, pulling away from her.

“Too late to turn back now. It’s done. I’ll have my revenge and all the money I’ll need to disappear,” he said as he tucked the knife in his belt, straightening to his feet. “Your father will be only too glad to do anything to get you back. Doesn’t mean I’ve made up my mind whether I’d let you go once I get the ransom. I have a mind to renew my acquaintance with this hot body of yours and after that…who knows. I’ll just have to see how I feel about letting you return in one piece – or not. So you better be good to me, sweet cheeks. Be very good,” Lamar added softly, bending to whisper the last few words in her ear before, ignoring her muffled pleas, he said with grim humor, “Hold on tight, baby cakes. We’re going for a ride.”



Chapter Eleven

Cane was letting out a string of curses as he sailed the Audi slowly along the trail Alexandra normally took when she went jogging. He was gripping the wheel so tight his knuckled were white and sharply defined. His eyes scanned the deserted track which led to the park which had a picturesque fence running the length of one end.

There was nothing picturesque about the images going through his mind as he went over the different kinds of torture he had in store for Alexandra.

He did feel a sudden squeeze of worry when he kept on the road and saw no sign of her. She couldn’t have gone that far; he’d known exactly when she’d left by the sound of the front door closing. He’d only been minutes behind, and that was why he took the car, all the better to catch up with her and…

She was gone. He could feel it. She should have been on this trail but she wasn’t. It was a long stretch of road and she couldn’t have made it down so soon to the end where the park stretched out in scenic greenery.

And then he saw it; the blue van. It wouldn’t have caught his attention as it was just one of the few other vehicles parked around. But then suddenly, a man emerged from the back compartment and into the driving seat before starting up the engine.

Something about the man caught Cane’s attention. He’d seen him somewhere before. Even with the beanie covering his head, Cane could make out most parts of his face. And Cane never, ever forgot a face.

It took moments to realize who that was. Lamar; Alexandra’s ex-boyfriend who had made such an ass of himself at Malia’s party just a week ago. What the fuck was he doing here?

Cane was coming in from the opposite direction, and when Lamar looked up, both men’s eyes met in an instant of recognition and surprise. But there was something else in Lamar’s gaze; the dark man’s eyes narrowed to vindictive slits as moments later, he shot the van past Cane.

Cane’s instincts, honed from years in the military and on the job as a protection agent, kicked in and he knew. Alexandra was in that van.

Son of a bitch!

He wouldn’t have time to question his intuition. Lamar was speeding off like hell was after him. Cane had to react fast. His arms twisting sharply, Cane took precious moments spinning the car around. All rational, conscious thought told him not to let that bastard Lamar out of his sight. For the fact that Lamar was here, this early in the morning on the very same road Alexandra took when jogging…it didn’t take rocket science to figure out that Lamar had most definitely kidnapped Alexandra. Especially since she was nowhere to be seen.