Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
I visit two other safe houses on the outskirts of London, but come up empty handed once again. Hell, I’m not even supposed to know about these locations, but guys get to talking on the job and I’ve interacted with the DHS guys a number of times. After coming up empty at the third one, a horrific feeling of hopelessness starts to sink in, and my gut feels heavy. What the fuck do I do now? And where the fuck is Sydney?
I’ll never forgive myself if she gets hurt. She doesn’t deserve this, and my skin crawls at the thought of Sam and Clement stroking those creamy curves. Even more, this is all my fault. Every bad decision that I’ve ever made has led up to this moment, and now, Sydney’s in jeopardy. They could be taking her as we speak, the sweet girl bound with a gag in her mouth as those two assholes do her double. Steam begins to pour from my ears as the pit in my stomach opens like a chasm. Why didn’t I foresee this? Most air marshals are dudes just like Clement and Sam, with not a lot of education nor self-control. They’re hired for their brawn, not their brains, and genuinely believe they can solve the world’s problems through violence. Fuck!
Meanwhile, I’m a billionaire who was doing what? I was satisfying my childhood fantasy of participating in law enforcement, but look what’s happened now. I don’t fit in with these guys at all and it’s clear that they’re resentful of my wealth, connections, and power. Despite being outwardly friendly, I knew that none of my co-workers really liked me, and that I was a square peg in a round hole. Fuck that.
I bang my hands against the steering wheel. What do I do now? Sydney’s probably chained up as I cast about hopelessly for solutions. But then a thought comes to my head…
There’s another safe house within London proper itself. Unlike the other locations, this one is a dark site, which means that most of the other TSA agents don’t know about it because of alleged war crimes that take place on its premises. Only a select few are aware of the secret location, and I only know because I buddied up with a guy who was quitting DHS. That dude hated the department with a vengeance and decided to spill his guts to me, including confidential information that I had no business knowing.
But maybe Sam and Clement took Sydney there. After all, they’ve been with the TSA longer than I have, and I wouldn’t be surprised to find out that they’re in the know as well. A newfound determination seizes my frame as my fingers crush the steering wheel. The Maserati speeds off once again as I go in search of my lovely girl.
9
SYDNEY
I don’t have any idea how long we drive, but it feels like forever. I struggle in the back of the van but it’s useless because there’s a hood over my head and a gag on my mouth. Even worse, I’m strapped into a seat that feels like a straitjacket, and my throat’s dry and achy. Helpless doesn’t even begin to describe the way I feel right now. It’s more like … is this real? Or is this a nightmare that just took a turn for the worse?
After all, a mere hour ago, I’d been giggling on a FaceTime call with my best friend. We’d been teasing each other about hot sex with gorgeous men, but now, it seems like I’ve gone down the rabbit hole. I’ve literally been kidnapped by my lover’s co-workers, and who knows what they want with me? Are Sam and Clement going to kill me? Will my name be all over the British news as the latest homicide victim?
How can this be happening anyways? My life has always had a touch of insanity to it, but the past few weeks have been off the charts. My flight to London was hijacked, and I ended up having sex with the hijacker to keep him calm. Then, said hijacker turns out to be my latest escort client, and I hook up with him for two weeks of incredible hedonism. But now, his co-workers have me bound and gagged, and who knows what’s going to happen next? Seriously, I need to make some life changes stat because I can’t keep going on like this. It’s like I’m living in a movie, instead of experiencing life as a normal human being. Fuck!
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the van comes to a screeching halt and I let out a muffled scream as I’m thrown back into the wall because of it. Then I hear the van door opening, and someone undoes the seatbelt before hauling me bodily out of the vehicle.