Taken

Chapter 3

My body springs into action. 

Standing upright, I spin around to see who the deep raspy voice belongs to. My lips part slightly as a gasp escapes my lips. A muscular guy, tone in all the right places is laid across the bed. A gun hanging from his waist in a holster. 

The water from the rain and the shower, that I left running, are the only sounds running through my ears. 

I turn sideways slowly, so I could see the bedroom door and the mysterious man on the bed in my perpetual vision. I need to make it out of that door. 

"Don't even think about it." The man grunts out, slowly sitting up from his relaxed position.

My throat becomes itchy as my brain screams at me to run. "What do you want?" I ask. I watch as he lifts his hand above his head before I took off out the bedroom door. 

Halfway down the stairs, I could hear the heavy feet of the intruder steps behind me. When my right foot hits the wooden floorboard, I run into someone. My body flies backward, landing me harshly onto the stairs knocking the air out of me.

A moan of pain leaves me involuntary. My eyes stare straight up at the man that was in the bedroom. I could feel the air nip at my exposed skin. I quickly grab my towel and adjust it as best as I could in this position, leaving my left hand to grip my towel against my body.

"Now now, Summer." A deep stronger voice grunts out. Thunder erupts just outside the house, vibrating the stairs that I now lay on. "Get your ass upstairs and put on some damn clothes. If you don't like Brody keeping you company, I'll go with you." The man leans over me, extending a hand to help me up. 

There's a look in his eyes that scare the hell out of me. Then there's something in his eyes that makes me feel comfortable. And it all just scared the hell out of me. 

My hand reaches up, taking his offer.

A shiver takes over my body as he pulls me up from off the steps. "Who are you?" The words come out a little shaky and I hope nobody noticed. But with the way that this man is watching me right now, I know for a fact that he didn't miss it. He probably could hear my heart rate to pick up. My eyes scan the room, looking for a way to get out of here. 

A hand grips my jaw, tilting my head to the side. Just enough that he's able to easily bring his lips close enough that I could feel his warm breath on my right ear. This man's body is too close to mine. I cannot help but focus on his breathing on my ear and the rain that's banging on the side of the house. And maybe the fact that he smells so damn good. God my mind is focusing on the wrong things.

"Try something and I swear, I'll take you over my knee." Quickly pulling away from his grasp, I take a look in his eyes. One look and I could tell that he's not joking. "Now get your ass upstairs." He commands. I need to find a way out of here. I don't know what the hell is going on. I just hope that Skylar's still at the restaurant so she's not caught up in this shit. Where is my phone?

The man standing in front of me grips my arm and begins to drag me around Brody and back upstairs. His grip on my arm is tight enough to keep me in place yet not enough to bruise me. He is walking up the stairs at a quick enough pace to where I'm running to keep up with him. 

"Hurry up and get dressed. Same rules from downstairs apply here." He groans, eyeing me up and down, warning me to try him. Is putting on clothes his way of letting me die with some kind of dignity.

"I don't have any money. Just please leave me alone." I croak out. Something is wrong with me. Even though I wanna cry, scream, or fight, my body won't let me. What the hell is wrong with me? 

"I do not like repeating myself." Pushing me into the room, he closes the door behind him and throws my duffle bag at my feet. "Get dressed." The water in the shower's still running. 

"Who are you?" I ask again but this time with a little base in my voice. "I already told you that I do not have any money. So what the fuck do you want?" My voice booms through the room. I watch as he strides over to me grabs me by my hair before I could blink.

"Watch your damn mouth. That language isn't acceptable." He tugs on my hair causing my head to meet the dark look in his eyes. "Since you don't wanna get dressed, let's go." He pulls me by my hair back out the door.

"Stop." I grab his a right arm that's tangled in my hair, trying to get him to let go of me. He doesn't listen and keeps walking, pulling me down the stairs with him.

"Brody start the car." He demands, pulling me towards the front door into the pouring rain.

"I want to put on clothes." I growl, the second my feet hit the wet pavement. The rain pours down on my exposed skin, soaking me within seconds. A black Range Rover pulls up, pulling up just in front of us. The rain runs my skin cold.

"You had your chance." He says, shoving me into the backseat before sliding in next to me.