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Chapter Twelve
We pulled into a gated underground tunnel near a large mansion on land in Dallas. I didn’t realize any houses had land in Dallas proper. I thought it was only in the suburbs. They must be rich. “You didn’t tell me you had a Batcave.” Lucas laughed. “It is for functionality reasons only – we can’t walk in the sun like you. We’d rather not be deep-fried on the way into our home.”
Once Lucas parked, the van doors opened, and I saw a large garage around us with an elevator. Yep, they must be rich. I doubt they hypnotized a mortgage company into gifting them this. “Do you guys work? Family money?” I asked and Elyse giggled.
“No need. When you live as long as we have and are able to persuade people in
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Riley just stared at me questioningly the whole way to the mansion. I guess he gave up on trying to figure out what was going on and just figured I’d explain everything later. I would. Barring the next kidnapping. We pulled into the underground entrance, and the boys pulled Chris out first. He was still unconscious, serves him right. They didn’t tell me where they were taking him, just disappeared. I’ll find out later, if anyone should know, it’s me since he was after me to begin with. There are still a lot of unanswered questions that I have. I better help Riley understand things better first, he deserved that much after this experience. As soon as we walked in, Cooper ran to me. I forgot they’d picked up my dog and not a minute too soon. I’d hate to think of what could have happened to him if the Barton gang showed up at my house. I pet his fl
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I died on a Monday. There is not a single good thing about Mondays. You wake up, you end up dragging ass while getting ready. You spend the whole day trying to get back into the “weekday” routine. Nobody wants to be at work. The coffee doesn’t do its job, you’re running behind half the time, and sometimes you die. Or is that just me? It started out as a normal day. I hit the snooze three times and woke up fifteen minutes later than I needed to be up. I ran out the door, with my coffee in hand, to make a twenty-minute drive in ten minutes. When I arrived at my office and got out of the car, I tried and spilled coffee all over my blouse. Of course, I did. I was wearing white. My tits were a magnet for messes, especially when they were covered in white. When I opened the front
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I opened my eyes to find myself in a strange bed (with a killer headache). I was starving. And the bed wasn’t so much a bed as it was a bag. A body bag? Whatever it was, I couldn’t see a damn thing. It was like a wraparound black out curtain. It also was not the easiest to open from the inside. That is fine though because I felt like I had full strength. Or was this more than my normal strength? I tore the bag open in one quick deafening ripppppp. The room around me was not familiar at all. It had blinding bright lights, stainless steel surfaces throughout, and several strange looking instruments. Was I in a morgue? This must be a morgue. Or Funeral Home? Obviously, not a hospital room with intentions of improving my health. The goal here seemed to be aimed more towards cutting me open. Ouch. &nbs
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I woke up startled by a loud banging sound. I hate that feeling. It’s like you’re pulled back to wakefulness while the air is being jerked out of your lungs in shock. It’s the opposite of that terrifying fake falling feeling you get when trying to go to sleep. What was that noise? Was there construction? At 5 am?? Surely, there are laws against that. I opened my eyes and sat up. The bang sounded again, and I realized the sound was someone knocking, loudly, on my front door. Who is banging on my door at 5am? I grumpily dragged myself up to door to peer out the peephole and see who it was. Maybe it’s an emergency. It had better be an emergency. Mads. Mads, that who is awake at five in the morning banging on my door. Who does she think she is?? She knows I need to be at work in a couple of hours! I never get up this e
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