Hot for Hostage

by Maggie Evans

I didn’t want Sadie anywhere near the action. The way her older friend had looked at me rubbed me the wrong way. Not the terrified part—I always preferred that. But she acted like she’d do anything to tear sweet Sadie away from me, and that just wouldn’t do. The little bunny had grown on me. Who knew Davian Reed would be attracted to short bakers in pink overalls, pointing a gun at him?

And hopefully she’d forgive me for this, because I wasn’t ready to let her go just yet.

boi you could lock me up forever and I'd thank u😌

“I’m not leaving here without my dog!” she yelled at Fessy and his crew, brandishing the broom. “Where is he?” A determined scowl pinched her face—more endearing than intimidating—and I swear my goddamn soul floated out of my body.

she will send poor Dav into an early grave😂

The mutt guarded Sadie like he owned her, and it pissed me off. I couldn’t even hold her fucking hand without him getting in the way.

But watching Sadie cuddling with Bear in her cute apartment—with her pink hair and overalls—just confirmed what I’d realized earlier. This girl wasn’t cut out for my life. She was too good for it. If I were a better man, I’d walk away right now. Lucky for me, I wasn’t.

DAMN RIGHT YOU AREN'T!! 😮‍💨😮‍💨

Sadie’s Guide to Hostage-Taking Being Taken Hostage Forming a Partnership with Your Hostage Embracing the Hostage Lifestyle, Tip #14: Don’t feel ashamed for making out with your hostage. Own it.

gurl LMAO

Sadie’s Guide to Hostage-Taking Being Taken Hostage Forming a Partnership with Your Hostage Embracing the Hostage Lifestyle, Tip #17: It’s natural to feel fear when your hostage is hunting you. Arousal is less common, but we don’t kink shame in this guide.

neither do I honey😂

And in that moment—on a kitchen island, surrounded by pink cupcakes and disgusting chickpea dog treats—I knew I was in trouble. Because I didn’t just want my little hostage-taker to stick around until this mess with the Skulls was cleaned up. I wanted her to stay for good.

And I’d gotten to know him, too. Davian was protective. Driven. He might seem a little dangerous and murdery on the outside, but he had a softer center that did things like hold Bear’s leash and pretend dog treats tasted good just because he thought I’d baked them for him.

“Sadie, I’ve been yours since the moment you pointed that gun at me. But I want more—like my ring on your finger. I want you to take my name and make this partnership official. I want to spend every day trying to make you happier than you were the day before. And that’s just the start of my new list.” Unable to resist, I lifted her left hand and slid the ring onto her finger, impatient to get it on her. Small globs of meringue covered her knuckles, having hitched a ride on the ring, and I took care of them with a few open-mouthed kisses. Her hand trembled in my grip as I focused on her gorgeous grey eyes. “Now, will you make me the happiest hostage in the world and be my wife?”

SOBBING😭💖