Stolen (A Bad Boy Romance #2)

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ing hell. She wasn’t responding. I grabbed the handle and turned it so hard that I heard a snap and it released its hold. The lock wasn’t that strong, I just didn’t want to replace it.

The room was completely empty. No sign of her. My Kathryn. I looked around the room, checked the bathroom. Then I saw it. The pregnancy test in the trash.

It was positive. She was pregnant with my baby and I felt like I’d been kicked right in the f*ck
ing chest.

She’d taken off. Run away through the open window that led down the fire escape.

Just when I’d secured everything, she’d taken off, and she was pregnant with my baby.

“Greyson, get in here,” I said as I fought like hell to control my temper. I threw the stick back in the trash and washed my hands.

“What is it?” he asked as he stormed in. He saw what I did, the empty room.

“She’s gone,” I answered.

“Where did she go?” he asked.

“Probably back to where we found her,” I admitted.

“But how?” he asked.

I grabbed a pair of my pants and pulled out my money clip. It was empty.

“Plane, train, or bus,” I guessed. “How do you want to proceed?” I asked.

I was losing control, my senses shutting down, filled with anger, hurt, rage. How could she just leave me like this? Right when things were tough? I expected more from her. I expected so much more, but there it was. The truth. She hadn’t so much as tried to fight for us.

She just fled.

“We’ll set up a flight and fan out. She won’t get far,” Greyson said. “And when you find her, you’ll just have to show her the way things get handled.”

I nodded. I was going to get her handled, all right. I was going to put that woman over my knee for this nightmare.





Chapter Eighteen



Kathryn



I wasn’t at the bus station for ten minutes before I got my senses and realized what I’d done. It was stupid. It was useless. A moment of panic that I let rule me. I’d taken off without a word, and I knew it wasn’t going to last. They’d just find me and bring me back anyway. And I didn’t want to run again. Not really.

I was just scared of all the changes. The world was spinning with all the possibilities, and the truth was, I’d completely fallen for Janson. And I was afraid he wouldn’t catch me.

“Can I help you?” the teller asked. I was in line and next to purchase a ticket.

“I need to stand up for myself,” I said as I turned away from the office. The woman called after me, but I kept walking. I could take the metro back to the apartment and clear my head. Hopefully, the boys wouldn’t be too worried, but I knew I was in trouble. As soon as I got out onto the street, I pulled out my phone and looked down at the number of messages I had. Thirteen calls and twenty texts. Shit.

It’s why I didn't see him when he came up behind me. Why I didn’t realize what was happening when he grabbed me and threw me into his car.

Why I was still in shock when I saw his face as he grinned down at me.

“Hello, sister.” I’d recognize that voice anywhere.

David.

“What, isn’t this a little bit of a tired routine for you? Kidnapping innocent women?” I asked, fear turned into biting wit. It was my only defense mechanism.

“From what I know, you haven’t been acting like a lady lately.” He grinned. “But you are still useful.”

“What do you plan on doing?” I asked as I reached into my jacket pocket and fished for my phone. I knew some of the buttons by memory. I just had to get a message to Janson.

“Oh, no you don’t,” he said as he reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone, but not before I could press send. It was only one word, but I hoped it would be enough. “I’m not as stupid as you somehow think.”

“You got caught once,” I said, still acting smug. “They’ll come and find you again.”

He didn’t strike me, but he looked like he wanted to. “That’s what I’m hoping, but this time… this time, I’ll take their lives.”

“What about Dad? Do you want to piss him off, too?” I asked.

“Oh, child. Who do you think put me up to this? He wants to teach you a little f*ck
ing lesson. I’ve been tracking you since you went to Chicago. Who do you think his eyes were?” He grinned, the evil in them sparkling up at me, but what he didn’t know was that this was telling.

I knew exactly what my father saw now. Which meant I had an idea of what David perceived. Knowing what your enemy knew could be quite powerful.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“You’ll find out soon enough. But until then, you keep your f*ck

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