Serial Novel: Falling in Public, Chapter 18
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Falling in Public
Chapter 18
"It's about time you showed up," Holly's kidnapper said as the doorman from The Afterglow carried her to the passenger side of his car. "I thought I was going to have to deliver her directly. Would have cost you more money."
The doorman finished putting her in the car and gave her a towel to press against her leg. "I had a lunch date," he said, wiping his bloody hands on his jeans. Holly tried not to think about the blood she was losing as the car door swung shut against her thigh. Reaching through the open window, the doorman pushed the lock shut.
"Stay there."
She nodded. It wasn't like she had a choice. The kidnapper's shot had gone straight through, and even if her leg could bear the weight, she doubted she'd get very far before the loss of blood took it's toll.
The doorman walked to the other side of the car, speaking in low tones to the kidnapper. Holly strained to hear what they were saying, but the pain made it hard to focus. The doorman gave her kidnapper a white envelope, and then finally joined her in the car.
"I need," she started, her dry throat making it hard to swallow. "I need a doctor. And some water." Her head started to spin as she laid it back against the headrest and closed her eyes. "Please."
The engine started, the low rumble of Italian luxury purring through the whole car. If she felt better, she might even enjoy the ride in a hot rod. As it was, she'd be lucky to stay conscious.
"There's a private doctor in residence where we're going," the doorman said as the car began to move. "You should rest. Sleep if you'd like."
Holly needed to stay awake. She needed to remember street signs, names and numbers, just in case there was an opportunity to get free. Later. When it didn't hurt just to breathe.
Forcing her eyes open, she looked at the man beside her. He was good looking in a brainless body-builder sort of way. "Do you do this a lot?" she asked, only realizing after the words were out how much they sounded like a cheesy pick-up line. "Kidnap women, I mean."
He stared straight ahead, giving no indication that he'd heard her. He wanted to play that game, did he?
"So how much does a woman go for these days? I'm assuming you have some sort of mark-up on the other end, right? Or is this one of those rings that kidnap women and sell them into sexual slavery?" Still no answer. She shrugged, sitting back in the seat. "On the bright side, this is going to make a great book someday. Kidnapping, a relationship doomed from the start, big bucks changing hands, the heroine shot trying to escape..." She thought he glanced her way, but the movement was so fleeting she couldn't be sure.
"You won't write about this."
The threat behind the words sent a shiver down her spine, but she refused to react with fear. "I wouldn't be surprised if it gets made into a movie. You live here - you should know how Hollywood producers eat this sort of thing up. A book like that could make my career. So I guess I should be thanking you."
The doorman pulled the car into a long, wide driveway that circled in front of a classic mansion with tall white columns gracing the front porch. He cut the engine right in front of the steps, and got out, opening her door just a few seconds later. His large hand closed tight around her upper arm and he drug her out of the car, forcing her to grab his shoulder as her leg gave out underneath. She stumbled beside him as he half-dragged, half carried her up the stairs and propped her up beside the door as he knocked three quick times in succession. As the locks turned from inside the house, he leaned closer, an ugly sneer on his face.
"You won't be alive long enough to write about this, Ms. Saunders."
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Falling in Public
Chapter 18
"It's about time you showed up," Holly's kidnapper said as the doorman from The Afterglow carried her to the passenger side of his car. "I thought I was going to have to deliver her directly. Would have cost you more money."
The doorman finished putting her in the car and gave her a towel to press against her leg. "I had a lunch date," he said, wiping his bloody hands on his jeans. Holly tried not to think about the blood she was losing as the car door swung shut against her thigh. Reaching through the open window, the doorman pushed the lock shut.
"Stay there."
She nodded. It wasn't like she had a choice. The kidnapper's shot had gone straight through, and even if her leg could bear the weight, she doubted she'd get very far before the loss of blood took it's toll.
The doorman walked to the other side of the car, speaking in low tones to the kidnapper. Holly strained to hear what they were saying, but the pain made it hard to focus. The doorman gave her kidnapper a white envelope, and then finally joined her in the car.
"I need," she started, her dry throat making it hard to swallow. "I need a doctor. And some water." Her head started to spin as she laid it back against the headrest and closed her eyes. "Please."
The engine started, the low rumble of Italian luxury purring through the whole car. If she felt better, she might even enjoy the ride in a hot rod. As it was, she'd be lucky to stay conscious.
"There's a private doctor in residence where we're going," the doorman said as the car began to move. "You should rest. Sleep if you'd like."
Holly needed to stay awake. She needed to remember street signs, names and numbers, just in case there was an opportunity to get free. Later. When it didn't hurt just to breathe.
Forcing her eyes open, she looked at the man beside her. He was good looking in a brainless body-builder sort of way. "Do you do this a lot?" she asked, only realizing after the words were out how much they sounded like a cheesy pick-up line. "Kidnap women, I mean."
He stared straight ahead, giving no indication that he'd heard her. He wanted to play that game, did he?
"So how much does a woman go for these days? I'm assuming you have some sort of mark-up on the other end, right? Or is this one of those rings that kidnap women and sell them into sexual slavery?" Still no answer. She shrugged, sitting back in the seat. "On the bright side, this is going to make a great book someday. Kidnapping, a relationship doomed from the start, big bucks changing hands, the heroine shot trying to escape..." She thought he glanced her way, but the movement was so fleeting she couldn't be sure.
"You won't write about this."
The threat behind the words sent a shiver down her spine, but she refused to react with fear. "I wouldn't be surprised if it gets made into a movie. You live here - you should know how Hollywood producers eat this sort of thing up. A book like that could make my career. So I guess I should be thanking you."
The doorman pulled the car into a long, wide driveway that circled in front of a classic mansion with tall white columns gracing the front porch. He cut the engine right in front of the steps, and got out, opening her door just a few seconds later. His large hand closed tight around her upper arm and he drug her out of the car, forcing her to grab his shoulder as her leg gave out underneath. She stumbled beside him as he half-dragged, half carried her up the stairs and propped her up beside the door as he knocked three quick times in succession. As the locks turned from inside the house, he leaned closer, an ugly sneer on his face.
"You won't be alive long enough to write about this, Ms. Saunders."
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