“Listen, Kels. You’ve got two choices. You either go with me willingly, or I give you this,” he said, showing her the syringe. “Your choice.”
“I can’t.”
Leaning in close, he claimed her lips. “This is not a discussion. We’re going. Which way do you chose we leave?”
She licked her lips. “Not that way,” she said, pointing to the syringe.
“Good.” Leaving her side, he went to the man sat in the chair. Sticking the needle into his arm, he plunged it down. “Sleep tight.” Searching in the man’s pockets, he fished out the key that was locking his woman away from him. Entering the room, he inserted the key, twisted and watched the cuffs spring free.
He cursed as she rubbed her wrist. There was a large strip of tape down her arm. Sandy told him she healed quickly but would need her dressings changed regularly. She had sorted out pain medication in case Kelsey needed it.
When he picked Kelsey up in his arms, she let out a little yelp. “What are you doing?” she asked. “Put me down. I can walk.”
“No, I’m carrying you out of here. I don’t have any shoes for you to wear. I’ve got no choice.” Picking her up in his arms, he left the room not even glancing back.
“This is completely insane.”
“I’m your captor, baby.”
“What?” she asked, holding onto his neck.
“I’m kidnapping you. Do you like it?”
She chuckled. “You’re insane.”
“And you’re a married woman. I feel we’ll create a scandal together. It should be a lot of fun. Are you game?” he asked.
One of the women on the desk tried to stop them. “Security!” The woman shouted. Picking up his speed, Killer made his way outside. Steven was waiting in the parking lot with the lights turned off. He heard the noise of some security officers heading their way. Quickly securing Kelsey in the car, he turned around and landed the first blow to one officer. The second officer he punched in the gut before kicking out and taking his leg.
The third one got hit in the jaw. Climbing into the passenger side, he put the seatbelt on as Steven peeled out of the parking lot.
His heart was racing, but he didn’t care. Kelsey was safe, and he’d gotten her out of Michael’s clutches.
Whatever was to come, he’d handle.
****
The following morning Michael stood in his wife’s empty room. The steel cuffs were dangling down the outside of the bed. His anger was acute. The man he’d posted on the door was only supposed to keep that fucking doctor and the Skulls out. Instead of listening to his instructions the man had stopped his wife from leaving her room. He’d probably made her more terrified of him. The staff was offering their apologies to him. He didn’t need to listen to another man or woman tell him how sorry they were. There was only one doctor he wished to see, and for some miraculous reason, she wasn’t in work today. He wasn’t a fucking idiot, and he knew what was going on.
The Skulls had found some way to take his woman.
“I’m sorry, sir.”
Glaring at the other man, Michael paced up and down the room. He didn’t need her identity getting out or the fact she’d escaped him. Fuck, everything was turning to shit. When the family lawyer had taken him into his father’s old office a few weeks after his death, he never expected this kind of shit. He wasn’t a fucking criminal, yet he’d been dragged down through hell and back to try to make everything work.
“Who else knows about Kelsey?” He’d put this man on the door because of his fucking discretion. Everyone knew he was married, but no one actually knew who he was married to. Some of the women he fucked over the years and been seen with had turned up dead. He wasn’t going to risk Kelsey’s life.
“I informed the whole team, sir.”
“What?”
“The whole security team is aware of her disappearance and is doing everything they can to bring her back.”
Michael had never wanted to kill anyone at all in his whole life until that one moment.
“Are you fucking insane?” He caught the other man by the shirt, slamming him against the wall. “If anyone finds out where Kelsey went she’ll be fucking dead. They’ve been plotting and scheming for years to bring me down after my father gave me this fuck up of a business. Do you really think she’s safe with every fucker looking for her?”
He’d rather her run away and never return than risk the kind of life his enemies would seek for her.
If I ever get the chance, I’m going to kill you, Father, over and over again.
A knock at the door sounded. Pulling away from the other man, Michael turned to face the head security. The man had a broken nose and looked particularly weary.