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Copyright c by Julie Kenner All rights reserved. Description: New York : Bantam, Series: S. Erotic fiction. Kenner About the Author She'd thought Dallas would be hers by now. She'd thought he would understand that it was inevitable. Was it her fault that she had to hurry him along? That she had to make him see? Where love was concerned, a girl had to do what she had to do, and Dallas Sykes was a man with a flair for the dramatic.
He liked a show. He liked to make a statement. He might be angry at first; she understood that.
Because her plan to clear the path to him was--what? She had no choice, really. He was, quite simply, hers. The world just didn't realize that yet. More importantly, Dallas didn't realize that yet. She didn't understand how he could not know. Between them it had been special. It had been pure. Not like those sluts he'd drawn into his bed. Not like this ridiculous affair with his sister, all the more vile because it was splashed all over social media, their shame making headlines and turning stomachs.
She'd never considered him dim-witted, but maybe he was. Because he should know. He should understand. And yet he didn't. But that was okay. He would Read taboo books online free enough. And then Well, and then he'd truly be hers. Goddammit, she's not here. This late, the street was deserted, the residents tucked safe in their beds behind the darkened windows of the Upper West Side townhouses that rose like the wall of an inescapable maze on either side of Dallas.
Where the fuck was she? The area was too damn dark, the few door lights far too dim to be any help at all. Instead, Dallas used the light on his phone to cut through the night as he scoured every damn inch of the street for some of Jane. A broken fingernail. A shoe. God forbid, even blood.
He shuddered, trying to push back his terror. He wasn't succeeding. This was his fault, goddammit. He'd hidden the truth from Jane, thinking he was making it better. That he was sparing her more pain. But those buried secrets had burst free, wild and vicious and dangerous.
And now she was gone. Possibly dead--except she couldn't be dead; the thought was too big, too horrible to even wrap his mind around. But captive? Oh, dear Christ, what if she'd been thrust back into the horror of their childhood, and all because of him? You can't help her if you lose your shit. But he couldn't. As impotent as his smart phone was at the moment, it was his lifeline to her.
His heart. His soul. The one person in all the world he craved, needed, loved more than any other. And Liam was right--he couldn't help her if he lost control. If he let himself drown in fear and memories. So he wouldn't. He'd stay on the street. He'd search.
He'd follow every lead. But in the end, he would find her because no other option was even conceivable. He'd find her, he'd rescue her, and then he'd kill the fucking bitch who'd taken her. Fighting a shudder, he once again looked at the image that someone had sent to him from her phone.
Beaten and battered. Unconscious and helpless on a sidewalk. This sidewalk. Or at least somewhere near here, because Liam was tracking her phone to these coordinates. So where the hell was she? Slowly, he drew in a breath, then exhaled with just as much precision.
I'm logged in to her. I can see the phone's location on the map. And we're looking at a circumference of about eight meters. He wasn't thinking straight at all. The last thing he remembered with any clarity was standing in the new apartment that he shared with Jane, a little shell-shocked after she'd laid into him about the secrets he'd been keeping.
She'd stormed out, and he'd forced himself to hold back, knowing that she needed to get her anger out of her system. He'd expected her to take a walk, maybe visit her friend Brody. He hadn't expected t hat she would be attacked. He hadn't expected a repeat of their goddamn childhood.
And he sure as hell hadn't anticipated that his phone would ping with a text message showing Jane splayed out on the street, her eyes closed and her face battered. That image had been horrible enough. But what really gave him chills was the carnival-style mask on the ground next to her prone form.
A mask just like the one the Woman had worn when she'd entered their cell all those years ago. Like she'd worn when she took him away from Jane. When she'd tortured him for hours--days--on end. His stomach twisted as his mind filled with images of what she'd done to him. Only this time, it wasn't Dallas who was the victim of the Woman's cruel abuse, but Jane. Please, God, no. Christ, Liam, where the fuck is she? They'll start going door to door. We'll find her," Liam said, but Dallas could hear the fear in his voice, too. He turned in a circle as he examined the empty street in this quiet, residential area.
Jane had to be somewhere, and maybe the Woman had dragged her into one of these brownstones. Maybe someone had seen something, heard something. But the street Read taboo books online free empty now. Noah and Tony would go door to door looking for witnesses.
But that would take time. Time Jane might not have. Her attacker could have taken her anywhere. But she could also be right there, just meters away. She could be watching from a window, her hands tied, her mouth gagged, hope fading as she saw him fumbling in the dark. Fuck that. Dallas took another hard look at the area he'd already scoured. No phone. He stepped off the sidewalk and into the street. Same as it had been two minutes ago. Absurd, really. If the phone was down there, it would be well out of reach in the storm drain, ready to be washed away with the next rain.
He couldn't get to it, not without-- "I have it. Because so the fuck what? The phone wasn't the woman, and he still didn't have Jane. And now he knew with absolute certainty that she wasn't with her phone. Maybe the photo was taken in another block. Maybe they attacked her somewhere else and ditched the phone here. Sure enough, there was location information attached. He read the GPS coordinates off to Liam, his body tense as he waited for Liam to send him to a new location.
But all Liam did was whisper a soft "Goddammit. He knew what that meant. His last line to Jane had been severed. He cocked his head, thinking.Read taboo books online free
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