20 Questions

Chapter 134

The truck comes to a stop and two doors slam. Griffin and I have been awake for an hour and have kept ourselves occupied with good conversation, occasional groping and gentle kisses. It's been the distraction I needed to keep me out of my head. But no matter how good Griffin made me feel, the anger has never subsided. I'm still ready to rip somebody apart for what these assholes have done. Plus, I'm about to piss my pants.

The box slides out of the truck where we are then carried into somewhere. Small slivers of light shine through the slits, but they aren't wide enough to see where we are. The box is dropped on the floor with a thud, which only makes me angrier because my hip is throbbing. I need to use the restroom, stretch out and I'd like to put some clothes on. I've yet to warm up and my hair isn't completely dry. Plus, my panties are still a little damp from my being stuck next to a nearly naked Griffin for so long.

I'm just about to ask Griffin if we should say something when I hear latches come undone on the box. I refuse to call it what it really is, a coffin, because it weirds me out. When the top of the box flips open, I look up to see two guns pointed our direction. I suck in a breath, clench my eyes shut and pray this isn't the way I go out. I grip tightly to Griffin as my body quivers with fear.

"Get out," one of the kidnappers orders.

I look at Griffin and he nods. I try to wiggle around to get out, but my arms are wedged between our bodies and I can't push off. Due to Griffin's size and limited range of motion, he can't either.

"I would love to get out," I snap. "Unfortunately, you shoved us in this box with no way to push ourselves up."

The two men look at each other and the shorter one gives the taller one a chin lift. The man puts his gun in his holster and walks over to me. Before he reaches inside, he growls, "Try anything stupid and I blow your head off. Do you understand, bitch?"

"I understand, but I prefer to be called Jenna or Mrs. Walters. Thank you for your consideration."

Griffin stifles a laugh as the man grabs my arm and pulls me up until I can get my feet underneath me. I step out of the box and stretch my arms. Griffin gets out next and stands in front of me so the men stop ogling my body. Jealous, protective Griffin is extremely hot.

"Use the restroom and then you go back into the box," the shorter one barks.

His manners are repulsive. I bite my tongue and follow the asshole to a small bathroom on the other side of the building. Griffin has ahold of my hand and never lets go. When we approach the restroom, I can no longer stay quiet. My mouth never fails to get me in trouble and I guarantee it will again today, but I have to.

"Sir, we are going to need something to eat, something to drink and some clothes."

"No," he answers immediately. "This isn't the Hilton."

I look around the room and scrunch my nose. "Clearly, but we've gone an entire day without nutrition or hydration and are freezing from being wet and without clothing. I'm sure you can spare a pack of crackers, a cup of water and an old shirt. Or even a towel."

"You show me those tits and I'll consider it," he smirks.

A ferocious growl erupts in Griffin's chest as he steps in front of me. Before he can tell the man where to shove his request, I lay my hand on Griffin's back and stop him. I step to the side and look the man in the eyes.

"If you provide us with the items I requested, you will get your peep show," I tell him. "But we have to have the items in hand before you see anything."

The man grunts and turns to retrieve the items. Griffin is fuming. Evidently, he does not approve of my negotiation skills.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he snaps. "I can't believe you just agreed to expose yourself to those pigs."