minute ago, I was at work... wasn't I? I squinted, fighting to open my eyes, and found myself in the backseat of a speeding car. To my right, I could make out the driver-a small, frumpy-looking

rroundings, but my body wasn't responding. Panic flared as I realized my hands and feet weren't bound;

ed, eyes flicking to me for a split second before

u? Where are you taking me?" The car surged faster, and my heart

muttered, ignoring the fact that I cou

ink you've made a mistake," I croaked. "I have to b

d. I was Amir Alec's wife, true, and yes, that came with a lot of baggage, but hardly anyone

"You'd be better off taking someone else. Hell, there's a whole room of VIPs at that show I c

ad, giving me the silent treatment. Impressive, I mig

ransom. I don't know where you're getting your info from, but I'm a very busy person, and if I'm not back before the show starts-well, trus

whole place looked deserted, like some bad horror flick setup, and next thing I knew... well, here I was. And sure, maybe there was a rational part of me that

of desperation in my voice. "Leah would literally kill me if I got kidn

Eastwood is, right? This show's supposed to 'revolutionize' fashion or whatever, like she's been

jumped. It was the first time he'd sp

You probably know more than I do, so I won't ask the obvious. But t

le

I knew I wasn't fooling anyone. "I mean, it's a bold move, going after Amir Alec's

th

s at the wheel, giving me the silent treatment like he's a kidnapper and my ex. Great. And let me tell you, this guy smel

control. I clear my throat and launch i

age tone. "What if, hypothetically, you drop me off somewhere quiet, we

cool. So, we're going to

k, I'm not even worried about me here. But Amir Alec? Yeah, he's m

mir Alec?" His voice has this nice tremb

sarcasm. "Figured you knew that, hence

to the road. "You know Amir

rry the guy without knowi

the wheel so tight his knuckles

ff. "I thought that's why you were hauling

ck, uncertain. This makes zero sense. If he's not here because of m

my eyes so hard I might've pulled a muscle. Then, o

trying to prove, but hey, at

is face goes from vaguely homicidal to just plain freaked out. His hand shoots up-compl

ps back just in time to see it-a whole convoy of black Mercedes blocking the ro

n the position to grab a seatbelt, I go flying forward like a rag doll. M

eatpants realizes he's officiall

ing out for round t