Undone: A New Adult College Bad Boy Romance (Mature Young Adult Fun Contemporary Romance) (54 page)

Chapter Four

They exited the mall back into the sun. Jenna’s heart was thudding against her chest. The woman led her to a van before she pushed her inside. Jenna tumbled forward, banging her knee on the hard floor. There were two other people in the back. Both of them wore masks, but Jenna could tell that they were men.

One of them shoved a thick scrap of cloth between her teeth before they tied  it tightly. The other man tied rope around her wrists and ankles. A blindfold was slipped over her eyes before they dropped her to the ground carelessly. The smell of the dirty van floor filled her nostrils, made her tremble in disgust.

“Finally got the bitch. Make the call, M,” the woman said as they pulled off.

Jenna’s wrists were already on fire. She tried to wiggle them to readjust, but one of the men put their foot on her arm. She could hear the sound of a gun being cocked.

“Quit wiggling around,” the voice demanded. “Or I
will
shoot you.”

Jenna went still. She tried to calm herself down. She had to get herself out of this. There was no telling if Damien was even okay. That thought shook her to her core. She couldn’t stop thinking about the time that had been wasted, the two years without him that she’d tried desperately to block his memory out with anything; drugs, alcohol or falling into bed with other people. Now, she wasn’t so sure that she had time to fix that.

The van seemed to drive on forever. Jenna kept track of the turns in her head. Tried to keep the driving time straight as well. The woman hadn’t taken her cellphone. It was still stuck in its usual place in her bra, the sound turned off before her lunch with Krista. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever be able to reach it, but having it close gave her a bit of hope.

When they reached their destination, Jenna was yanked from the van harshly. The hand curled around her arm didn’t seem to care that she was bound, or that she almost fell to the ground. Instead, he yanked her up and continued to walk her further. She could hear heavy doors opening before she was sat down on a metal chair. The coolness of it shocked her skin, made little bumps appear.

“Did you make the call?” The woman asked.

“Yeah,” the voice replied briefly. It was the man who’d handled her so roughly, the one who had barely said two words. For a moment, Jenna thought she recognized the voice.

“Well, get her tied to the chair. What did he say?”

Jenna felt rope going around her arms, being fastened tightly. The rope bit into her skin, made it raw. She could barely move now.

“He said he’ll have the money.”

Jenna could tell the man was trying to mask his voice, but she knew who it was. It was the same voice she’d heard just the night before as she leaned over the railing, staring at the city down below. No wonder he hadn’t wanted her to die, he’d wanted to take her instead.

Against the cloth in her mouth, Jenna cursed rapidly. She kept calling his name, she knew he could understand her. A finger yanked the gag out of her mouth.

“Michael? What’s going on?”

“Damn it. I told you I heard her calling your name,” the woman said angrily.

“What is going on?” Jenna repeated.

She could hear the sound of Michael shuffling around as he sighed. “You weren’t supposed to know it was me,” he said. “I really didn’t think you even paid that much attention to me to notice.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Your dad’s company is absorbing my father’s.”

“So?”

“So they’ve fired him. Sure, he was skimming a little now and then, but my father built that company. Now, we’re screwed.”

Jenna couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Her father had been right. She shook her head, a derisive laugh leaving her lips.

“What now?”

“Now, after I get the money, I’m going to have to kill you. I don’t think you’ll want to be with me after this.”

“I never wanted to be with you in the first place,” Jenna snapped. “Ah!”

She felt a welt rising where he’d slapped her face. Jenna protested as he slipped the gag into her mouth once more. Anger brewed up inside of her. She could hear the sound of the voices retreating as they left her alone. It hurt, but she began to wiggle her wrists. She knew they’d be raw, but they started to slip over her hands bit by bit.

Jenna wasn’t sure how long she was sitting there, but it felt like hours. Her feet were tingling from falling asleep, but she’d gotten her wrists out of the rope. She still held her arms behind her back, unsure of where the three of them had gone. Occasionally, she heard the sound of footsteps nearby, but they retreated quickly. The silence was getting to her.

“How are we going to do this?” She heard whispered frantically. It was the woman again. “He wants his daughter the same time he gets the money. She’ll identify you.”

Jenna shook her head hard. She felt the gag slip from her mouth again. Coughing, she cleared her throat.

“I won’t say anything. Please, I want to get out of here alive. That’s all I want.”

“You must think I’m an idiot,” Michael said and she could almost hear the scowl in his voice. “We take her, but keep her in the van. Once I get the money, shoot her.”

“You son-of-a-bitch,” Jenna growled.

The ropes were loosened from around her arms. Once more she was grabbed by the arm, hauled out of her chair. Then it happened.

Something heavy slammed into a wall. Jenna thought it was the door from the sound of it. She could hear commotion. Her captors were fighting with someone. Then she heard his voice.

“Jenna. Run!”

The sound of a gunshot rang in her ears. The grip on her arm was loosened. She slipped her arms out of the ropes, yanked the blindfold from her eyes. Bright, fluorescents blinded her a moment, but she didn’t slow down. She ripped the gag from her mouth, threw it to the floor.

Damien had already incapacitated the other man, who was lying on the ground. He was fighting Michael, but the woman was left to her own devices. Jenna saw her. She was leaning from around a stack of boxes, a gun in her hands as she aimed for Damien.

Jenna’s reflexes kicked in. She bent low, running around to the other side so the woman wouldn’t see her. Without hesitating, she rushed the woman, knocking her to the ground. The gun slid across the floor.

Now on the ground, Jenna and the woman fought each other. The woman had a handful of her hair, was twisting it around her fist, but Jenna was faster. The adrenaline pumped through her veins. She pulled the woman up before punching her in the nose. She did it again and again until the woman released her, her eyes rolling into her head.

Breathing heavily, Jenna wrapped her hands around the woman’s neck. The woman fought back, scratching her hands, trying to reach her face. Jenna squeezed harder until the woman’s hands went limp. She pressed two fingers to her neck. Unconscious.

There was no time to gloat though. She jumped up, ran over to Damien. However, it didn’t look as though he needed any help from her. He had Michael down on the ground, a gun pointed at his temple. Michael was fuming.

The door banged against the wall once more. This time, it was a mixture of guards and the police, their guns drawn in front of them. They cuffed Michael before having to take the other two out on stretchers.

A paramedic tried to look over Jenna, but she pushed him away. Her heart was still pounding out of her chest, but the adrenaline was slowly wearing off. She buried her face in Damien’s chest as he wrapped his arms around her tightly.

“I’ll look after her,” Damien told the paramedic.

He led her out of the warehouse. When they were outside, she could see that the sun had gone down. The time loss disoriented her, made her anxious. Damien grabbed bandages and something to clean up the wounds on her wrists where the rope had bit into her. It wasn’t too bad, but she let him bandage her up.

“What took you so long to get here?” She asked.

“I got knocked over the back of the head. Knocked me right out. I was on my way to the hospital in the back of an ambulance when your dad called me looking for you.”
 

“And you came to get me.”

“I did.”

“How did you know where I was?” She asked as he finished bandaging her wrists.

“I stuck a tracker in your bag earlier,” he said with a grin.

“Bastard.”

“I know. I’m evil,” he kissed both of her wrists gently.

“Jenna!”

She turned her head to see both of her parents running up to her. Both of them looked a mess. It gave her a little comfort knowing they were so worried about her, they still cared about her. She couldn’t keep it together at that point.

As they hugged her, she cried on both of  them. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I’ve screwed up so bad lately.”

“Oh, who cares?” Her mom said as she wiped her tears. “We love you. We’re just glad that you’re okay.”

They wrapped her up again. She sniffled, trying to get her eyes to cooperate, but all she could do was sob. She glanced over at Damien who was smiling softly.

“Thank you,” she mouthed silently.

Damien raised a hand. A cop came over to him before they walked away. They were both gesturing towards the building. Jenna supposed the officer was taking his statement. The sound of her mom’s voice cut into her thinking, bringing her back to the world of flashing police and ambulance lights.

“Let’s get you home, honey.”

“Wait,” she said glancing at both of them. “I love you guys, but I can’t go home tonight. There’s something I have to do.”

“What could you possibly have to do?” Her mom asked, concern on her features.

“I’m going back with Damien. I’m pretty sure I love him,” she said with a grin.

“Jenna,” her dad started.

“Oh, let her go. At least we know she’ll be safe.”

“Thanks, mom. I love you guys.”

Jenna kissed both of them on the cheek before she jogged over to Damien. He was still talking to the officer. She tried desperately to be patient, but she wasn’t succeeding. Jenna wrapped herself around his arm. He looked down at her in surprise.

“We’re going to need your statement next, Jenna.”

“Tomorrow.”

“It would really help-”

“Tomorrow,” she said more sternly. “Tonight, I want to celebrate not dying. We’re going Damien. Did you bring the car?”

***

Damien nodded. Jenna directed him to a hotel not far from where they were. As soon as they were in a room, she stripped out of her clothes. There were dirt stains on them, smudges of dirt on her cheeks. She stepped into the shower. Damien stepped in with her.

The moment that he captured her lips she was in heaven. His mouth was hungry, demanding. She could feel pleasure sweep down to her toes. His strong hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh. She moaned against his mouth, tasted his tongue on hers. A shiver of delight ran through her.

Damien was gentle with her at first, but it wasn’t long before he was taking control. His hands didn’t examine her body, they commanded it. He turned her around, pushed her forward. Her hands went to the tile of the tub as his mouth trailed her her flesh. Teeth grazed her skin making her shudder.

“Damien,” she whimpered.

“Shut up,” he said softly.