Desire...

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Taken hostage...

Taken hostage...

I was just the tiniest bit proud of the fact that I woke up and didn’t stir. Given the panic that erupted inside of my chest when I remembered where I was.

So it wasn’t a nightmare.

I had really and truly been kidnapped.

Taken hostage.

I willed my heart rate down. I have always been told that in a crisis, panicking will get you killed. Time to think smart and think straight. I could feel the muscled warmth of a male body around me. I was cradled in someone’s lap. The same someone was resting his heavy ass arms on me. I heard a yawn and felt him shift his position slightly.

Strong leg muscles flexed as that someone woke up. Leg muscles and...

Oh... my...

Other... muscles pressed against me. This man appeared to be well built in every aspect of the word.

“Wake up Kilo. We’re about to roll up on the spot.” The driver’s voice, Derren.

“Damn. I don’t know if I can move,” Kilo responded. “I’m hard as a rock.”

I almost laughed. Yes you are, I thought. I could feel the truth of his statement just that well.

“That’s what you get for getting cozy in the backseat,” Derren chuckled.

“Are you going to be able to walk or do you want me to carry the snatch?” Parker asked and I felt Kilo’s muscles tense.

“Shut the fuck up Parker,” Kilo snapped. I felt one of his hands caressing my leg in an almost tender gesture. He shifted in his seat until I was completely on his lap. “She’s still out cold.”

Nope... No I am not... Not cold at all. Am I wearing his jacket? I chanced a slow deep breath, inhaling the soft citrus cologne mingled with leather. Yup. Definitely wearing his jacket. I fought the blush that I was certain was staining my cheeks. Don’t look at me, don’t look at me.

“Here we are,” Derren said and I felt the car come to a stop.

The doors opened and I felt a blast of cold air. I focused on being dead weight. I was sure he would try and wake me up so that I could get out of the car, but he didn’t. He simply hoisted me into his arms and slid out of the backseat. How he did so without at least bumping my noggin I’ll never know. He carried me easily and I heard the sound of wood creaking beneath heavy boots. Then, the sound of a key turning a lock.

When we were finally inside it was obvious because the air was still and my eyelids lit up as they flipped a switch. My head still rested on Kilo’s chest. Surprisingly enough, he wasn’t even breathing hard. However his heart beat seemed to speed up a bit when he shifted my body against his.

“Just how are we going to get any sleep with a hostage around?” Derren asked.

“I’ll watch her,” Parker said and I felt his hands go underneath me.

“No,” Kilo snapped, his muscles tensing up yet again. “You will not,” he said coldly and I felt Parker’s hands fall away. “I will. I’ll put her in my bed. I’ve got to call Dale anyway.”

In your bed huh? Not sure how I feel about that, but given my other options I was satisfied. Something about that guy Parker made my skin crawl.

“Dale is going to flip,” Derren hissed.

It was a little difficult to fake sleep while Mister Muscles carried me. All I could think was he must be exceptionally strong to be holding me like this. Like I weighed nothing at all. Just carrying on a casual conversation while holding me as if I were a child.

Kilo chuckled, “Not true. No one mentions Desire. By the time we see Dale, there will be no Desire.”

What does that mean? That they’re going to let me go? Or...

“I just have to call and make sure everything is ready for step two,” Kilo explained. “There is no reason whatsoever that any of us has to talk about what went down.”

“Eventually Dale will know that we screwed up and that we have a hostage,” Derren griped.

"Well we don’t have to see Dale until tomorrow night so we’ve got time," Kilo reassured him.

"Are you sure you don’t want me to watch her?" Parker asked with a hint of amusement in his voice. I could almost feel him staring at me. I curled in a little tighter in response and felt Kilo's arms tighten again. Did he feel me do that?

"For the last time, fuck off Parker," Kilo warned.

Parker laughed, "Look at you acting like she's your honey and shit."

"Do something with him D," Kilo said as I felt him start to step away.

"Uh-uh! I don’t swing that way," Derren assured him.

I felt Kilo's chest rumble as he giggled. I could almost see the smile on his face when he said, "You boys play nice while I take my treasure up to my room."

"I knew it," Parker's voice sounded, receding in the background as Kilo walked away.

He carried me up some stairs then across creaking floor boards. Never once panting for breath, never once slowing his step. I thought for sure he was going to toss me when he finally put me down, but he didn't. Instead, he lay me with extreme care on a soft mattress that smelled just like his cologne. I cautiously peered at him through my lashes. He had his back to me as he took off his shirt.

Sweet Mary mother of God he is fine, I thought. Chiseled muscles across his back his shoulders. Every one of them moving with a fluid, harmonic grace. A full sleeved tribal tattoo along his right arm and up over most of his shoulder. I imagined part of his chest being decorated as well. He was tanned and smooth skinned. Not any visible hair anywhere I could see. I bit my lip in appreciation and then clamped my eyes shut as he turned back around.

He spoke in a gentle voice. "Well doll face, I don’t know what you mean to accomplish by faking, but it doesn’t matter. Just know this, should you make a run for it you won’t get far. I am an excellent shot."

Is he threatening me? I had half a mind to sit up and slap him, but of course, I didn't.

"Behave and we’ll let you go tomorrow," he went on. "Maybe." Then he laughed and I felt him step closer to the bed. "I know you’re awake. They don’t, but I do."

A shiver of alarm raced through me.

Oh. Snap.

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