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dead.”
    “Fine.” She stood up. “Pen and paper?”
    “In my bedroom on the bureau.”
    She disappeared and I heard the bedroom door shut.
    My fucking cock was rock hard as I stood there. She was so angry, so fucking gorgeous, and it only made me that much more into it. I was making her smile, making her laugh a little bit, and she was warming up to me.
    She’d figure out that I just meant to save her life eventually. She had to. Otherwise it was going to be pretty fucking hard keeping us both alive.
    I had to take this shit one step at a time. Get her clothes first, and then maybe I could get her out of them.

6
    Emma
    I sat on the bed , my legs crossed, and began writing out a list of things I’d need.
    Thinking about that house felt strange. Barely a few hours ago, it was still my home. Now, it was suddenly completely off-limits, the place where my father was murdered and I was taken.
    All of my things, my entire life, was in that house. I hated what that place had slowly turned into over the years, but it was once a really happy place, back before things went to shit.
    It was better this way. I almost wished he’d burn the whole place down.
    I made a quick list of toiletries and clothes that he could easily grab. It was hard to cut all of my things down to a simple list, but I knew it had to be done.
    Once I was finished, I looked at the piece of paper.
    That was my life, distilled into three columns.
    It was better this way. A clean break, fast and smooth. I couldn’t go back even if I wanted to, which I really didn’t. Maybe I wasn’t free yet, but I was free of that house.
    I found Brooks getting changed in the living room. I quickly looked away from his muscular body, not wanting him to see me staring again.
    “That it?” he asked.
    I handed him the list. He pulled on his shirt and jeans and then checked a gun that he tucked into his waistband.
    “Go ahead. It’s safe to look,” he said. I glanced at him and he grinned. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
    “You don’t have to make this more difficult,” I said.
    “Sure I do. What’s the fun in being too nice?”
    “I don’t know. Maybe since you kidnapped me you could at least be kind.”
    He stepped toward me, smirking. “I don’t know. You don’t seem to respond well to kindness. I think you want me to be a little mean, push you around a bit. You like to fight back.”
    I rolled my eyes. “You know me so well. Figured all this out in the last three hours?”
    “Pretty much,” he said.
    “That’s close enough,” I said, holding up my hand. He stopped coming near me. I could feel my heart hammering in my chest.
    “You sure?” he asked. “I’d like to get much closer. When was the last time you felt a man like me between your legs?”
    No man, ever, I wanted to say, but I held my tongue.
    Instead he just laughed and turned away. “Relax, girl. You look like you want to take my head off.”
    “I don’t trust you.”
    “Can’t blame you,” he said, laughing. He walked over to the door and then looked back at me. “Listen, stay here. Get some more sleep if you can. I’ll be back soon.”
    “What’s stopping me from running out that door?” I asked him.
    He shrugged. “Same thing that stopped you before. You got nowhere to go and a lot of people who want you dead. Trust me or not, but I’m the only one who cares whether you keep breathing.”
    Without another word, he opened the door and left, shutting it behind him.
    I stared at that door for a while, my mind rushing over his words.
    I was a coward. I’d tried to run away, tried to get away from him, and I almost had. I’d snuck down the steps, but as soon as I stood in front of that apartment door, looking out into the big wide world, I panicked.
    I didn’t have any close friends. I had people I knew from work and from school, but nobody I trusted enough to take me in. I had no money since everything I had stashed was still at home, and plus Dad had already found and