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Dangerous Love (Possessing Her Book 2)
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He’ll go to any lengths to protect me. Even murder.
He’s a beast. An executioner with a smile everyone trusts and the looks to match.
This is the final of two exciting romance novels in the “Possessing Her”-Series with a guaranteed HEA that will make your heart melt! Happy reading! – Sarah J. Brooks – USA Today Bestselling Author
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It was now or never. Hunter was finding too much pleasure in torturing me with his sexual prowess, and if I was ever going to make a break, it had to be now. He had made a major mistake, one I was sure he had no idea he’d made. His eyes were heavy from his major orgasm, and I knew he wouldn’t be on top of his game, so I’d asked to get dressed, hurrying to add my shoes before he could tell me I didn’t need them.
Orphaned and foster children were at high risk of abduction, so part of the training to become a foster parent included learning safety tips you could teach to your children. One vital skill was how to break out of a zip tie.
When I took the class, I remember thinking how pointless and unnecessary the training was, but now here I was preparing myself to use it. If Hunter had used zip ties when he’d first taken me, we might not have gotten this far.
The memory struck a nerve. The first time he’d taken me. The man had taken advantage of me more than once, and it was clear he wouldn’t stop. I wasn’t sure what he wanted from me, and I wasn’t interested in figuring out either.
Struggling to contort my body, I untied my shoelaces, holding my ankles at my feet to tie the laces together. Looping the laces through the zip ties, I tied each shoe together just as they had taught us in the self-defense class.
Once they were secure, I pulled my feet apart, using all my strength. At first, the laces only tightened, but then the zip tie popped, and I yelped with excitement before jumping from the bed.
I had no clue how long he would be gone, so I moved as fast as I could, grabbing my duffle bag before racing out of the filthy room. In my subconscious, I never believed I would get out alive, so I had no real plan or strategy once I was on my own.
Without thinking, I followed the path to the front desk to ask for a cab, but just before I reached the lobby, I realized how bad an idea that would be. When Hunter returned, he would try to track me, and I didn’t want the receptionist to be able to tell him where he’d sent me in a cab.
With my head down, I walked quickly out of the lobby, crossing the street before I made my way to the bus stop. It was chilly outside, but my adrenaline was pumping so fast I was sweating as I waited for the bus to arrive.
I had no way of telling the time, so I couldn’t know how long Hunter had been gone, but it felt like I’d been tied up for hours, so I figured he would be back at the motel soon.
Eventually, the bus pulled up, and I jumped on, paying the fare before sitting down in the back. The windows were so filthy, I figured you couldn’t see inside the bus, but I still had a decent vantage point, so I kept looking out for Hunter’s car.
When we were close to downtown, I hopped out of the bus, certain I could find a taxi with ease in the heart of the city. I walked for two blocks before hailing a yellow cab, eagerly climbing in the back seat before giving the driver the address to my old apartment.
I had moved out weeks ago in preparation for opening the foster home, but the lease had yet to expire, so I figured it was the best place for me to lay low. Hunter knew he could find me at my house, and I found it too risky to return there even to pick up a few things.
There was no way I could use my bank account or the one he had set up for me, and the cash he’d given me was hidden in my office. All I had was the twenty-dollar bill in my jeans pocket, and my anxiety bubbled over as the meter rose quickly.
Suddenly, I remembered that Hunter could track me using the burner phone, so I dug into my duffle bag until I felt the smartphone and tossed it from the window. A smile spread across my face as another car ran over it.
Hunter had always been two steps ahead of me, but I finally had a plan and was making a play to get away from him. Things were looking up, and I relaxed, leaning into the headrest as the city passed me by. This was a new beginning, and I had to break free from the man threatening to tear apart what I had sacrificed my life to build.
I loved Chicago at night, the way the city lit up and the noises blended for an organized chaos. Dogs were barking, cars honked, loud voices yelled, and the music from a nightclub blared. It wasn’t so much the sound of the city, but the smell of freedom that left me speechless and immensely grateful to have survived Hunter another time.