Chapters (47)
- Also by Rebecca Zanetti
- Table of Contents
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Teaser Chapter
- About the Author
The guy’s head hung down, and he sniffled, his hands behind his back. When he lifted his head, Adare saw he was in his early thirties with dilated brown eyes, shaggy brown hair, and a trimmed brown goatee. “Who are you guys? Come on, dudes. Why am I here?”
Adare studied him and drew the knife from his left boot, walking slowly and purposefully across the smooth concrete floor. He let the light glint off the blade and made sure that the idiot could see it. “I’m the guy who’s going to cut you into ribbons, pretty ones, and then decorate this entire hangar with your entrails.”
The human’s eyes widened and he turned his head, puking what looked like pepperoni and pineapples all over the floor.
“Gross,” Benny said, halting. “That’s just gross.”
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Adare twirled the knife in his hand, careful to avoid the vomit. “You picked up my woman earlier today.” It wouldn’t hurt to let the jackass know the sense of possession Adare was feeling.
The guy snorted snot up his nose. “My name is Gilbert. I’m thirty-two, and I want to be a champion gamer. I’m working hard on it.”
Adare glanced sideways at Benny.
Benny shrugged.
Gilbert coughed. “What’s your name? Let’s talk.”
Benny frowned and drew back. “What are you doing?”
Gilbert shrugged, his bony body barely moving in the thin gray T-shirt that covered his sunken chest. Visible goosebumps rose on his skin, and he shuddered, even his nose getting red from the cold. “I thought we could get to know each other.”
“Why?” Adare growled, keeping the blade front and center.
“I, um, saw it on television. That you should try and personalize yourself to sociopaths if they kidnap you.” Tears filled Gilbert’s dilated eyes. “I’m not into guys, man. It’s totally okay if you are, but the BDSM thing has never interested me. I like chicks and have never spanked one. I mean, not one time.” His eyebrows lifted. “In fact, I have a girlfriend named Peggy. She’s blond with dark eyes and she likes slow kisses and no bondage.”
“You do not,” Benny muttered.
Gilbert deflated. “You’re right. I don’t have a girlfriend.” He struggled briefly against the bindings. “Just let me go. I won’t tell anybody about this. I promise.”
Adare cocked his head, studying the human. “I don’t want to kill you, Gilbert.”
“Good.” Gilbert breathed out and nodded wildly. “We’re on the same page. I don’t want you to kill me. This is good, dude. What’s your name?”
Adare shook his head. He was losing control with this twerp. “Obviously you’re not the mastermind here.”
“Nope. Not at all.” Gilbert smiled, his head bobbing. “I’m not. Not even close.”
Just how high was he? Adare dropped to his haunches so they were eye-to-eye. “Who did you deliver my woman to?”