Billionaire Bachelors 6 ; Runaway Heiress(6)

"Crap! Stop that. I'm not trying to hurt you," the man growled. His voice wasn't reassuring. She also wasn't a stupid teenage girl who believed her assailant only wanted to talk.

She continued twisting her body, but it was like struggling against the bars of a roller coaster car. He wasn't budging an inch. The more she struggled, the stronger his hold became. Managing to lift up her foot, she slammed her three-inch heel down on top of his. He let out a yelp and released his grasp.

She didn't take time to turn, but started running for the street. She only made it a few steps when his hands grasped her arm and she was pulled up tight against him again. This time he lifted her clean off the ground. She continued to struggle, knowing she only needed one good shot at his body. If she could get away a second time, she was ditching the shoes and running for all her life was worth.

"If you calm down I'll let you go," he commanded. Yeah, right. She wasn't buying that either.

She managed to swing her elbow backward and connected with his rock-hard abs. She immediately whimpered as pain shot through her arm. She may as well have slammed her elbow into a brick wall.

"Damn, your dad could've told me you were hell on wheels," he muttered as he took a few steps toward the wall, then flipped her body around so she was facing him. His words took some of the wind from her sails. What did he have to do with her father? She'd heard about kidnappers saying a family member was sick to get you to go with them  –  that had to be what it was.




 

 

As he stepped into the street, the light shined down on them and she got her first look at her attacker. Bree's eyes widened in surprise. She knew the man was built like a truck, since she'd been pressed against him for several minutes now, but his face was stunning.

She forgot to fight him as his glacial blue eyes looked down into her own. Even in the darkness of the night she could see they were unusual in color, almost purple verses blue. Maybe he was wearing colored contacts as a disguise or the dim light was messing with her head. But, he couldn't hide his chiseled features. He looked like he was cut from granite, with his strong jaw, high cheekbones and perfect nose, which was flaring at the moment. He had a small scar running from the corner of his eye to his ear that only added to his appeal. His hair was cut military short, making her wonder if he was some kind of mercenary.

Bree realized she was ogling him, and how ridiculous that was. She pulled herself together and put on her haughtiest expression. Growing up with three older brothers had taught her how to at least project confidence, even if she didn't really feel it.

"I'm not stupid. I've heard all the tricks attackers use. There is no way you're getting me into your car. I don't care if you say you know the freaking Pope. If you let me go right now, I won't press charges," she snapped.

She saw red when his lips twitched as if she was amusing him. He thought she was funny. She was ready to scratch his eyes out - and anyone would stand witness that she wasn't normally prone to violence, but he had her held against her will and then had the nerve to mock her.

"I somehow don't believe you on that count but since I'm not attacking you, I have nothing to worry about."

"If you aren't some crazy stalker, then who are you?" She demanded to know, proud her voice wasn't shaking. She knew she'd break down if she made it out alive, but she was standing strong, at least for the moment. She didn't know if her knees would give out once he released his grip but she hoped the adrenaline kept her upright until she was safe.

"If I release you, will you try to run again or are you going to listen?" He asked with another smirk. She was so ticked off she found herself curious of what he wanted. Who was so arrogant as to try and abduct someone and then have the nerve to want to chat?

Obviously this man.

"I'll hear you out, but as you can see, my phone is in my hand and I activated the emergency button on it. The sheriff is on his way here, now," she bluffed. He looked at her hand, then up to her eyes. She had a feeling he knew she was lying but he didn't call her on it, giving her the illusion of regaining some control in the odd situation. 

Chad smiled at Bree. He found he was enjoying himself immensely with Mark's cousin. He knew she was going to be spitting mad when she found out he was sent to babysit her  –  even madder than she already was, thinking he was a crazy sex stalker.

"Chad Redington," he finally said and she looked at him with a blank look. He said his name as if she should instantly know who he was. Maybe he had escaped from a mental hospital. She took a step back and he immediately narrowed his eyes. She pulled in a ragged breath. She was trying to be careful, not wanting to cause him to strike.