All Chapters of I Want Her Bare, Always: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Jaxen How long has it been? A few minutes? Hours? More? Gosh. I’ve lost track of time and to me; that’s the deadliest thing ever. To ever lose track of time means you have no idea what may come next. I’ve been stuck on this chair, blindfolded, without food and water. Aside the fact that I rejected the tray of food brought to me, this asshole should have at least brought food to me or have his men give me water. I know my stubborn ass wouldn’t believe it’s not been poisoned but whatever. I imagine I’m in an abandoned warehouse. From the sounds of it, the way the door jars open, the lack of people around, I think I’m right.My captivity has been anxiety-inducing. I still have no idea where this is or who planned this.This asshole who calls himself Jack dumped me here under the watch of his men, and left.He said something about needing to attend a meeting but that’s not my business. I just want to know why the fuck i’m here and how to leave here. “Hi there,” a voice said, pulling

Jaxen I hated how comfortable the room was.That was probably the point.The bed was bigger than any bed I'd slept on in years.The furniture looked expensive, while the curtains stretched from the ceiling to the floor.There was a television mounted on the wall, books on a shelf, and enough food in the adjoining kitchen to feed a family for a week.It looked like luxury, but it felt like prison.I sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the door.Three guards.I'd counted them.One outside the main entrance.Two patrolling the hallway.And judging by the cameras I'd spotted, there were probably more.Jackson wasn't taking chances.Neither was I.My eyes drifted toward the window.Bulletproof.I had checked twice.I sighed and rubbed my face.Everything hurt… my head, shoulders, nerves.Most of all, my thoughts.I couldn't stop thinking about Charles.The phone call replayed over and over in my head.The way he'd immediately asked if I was okay.The way he'd promised to get me out.

Charles The hideout was empty.That was the first thing that pissed me off.Not the blood stains on the floor.Not the abandoned weapons.It was not even the fact that we'd fought our way inside only to find nobody worth interrogating.The place was simply empty… and that meant Jackson had known we were coming.I adjusted the bandage wrapped around my forearm and walked deeper into the warehouse while Ivan and Brad spread out in opposite directions. The gunfight from earlier had left a few bruises and cuts, but nothing serious enough to slow me down. Right now, pain wasn't something I cared about. The only thing I cared about was finding Jaxen and teaching Jackson one hell of a lesson."This is getting old," Ivan muttered as he kicked over a chair. His expression was dark and irritated. "Every time we get somewhere, we're already ten steps behind.""We're not behind," I replied, checking a nearby office. "We're getting closer."Ivan laughed. "Sure."I glanced at him. "What?"He folde

Charles The estate looked exactly like the kind of place Jackson would choose.Old stone walls surrounded the property. Massive trees blocked most of the sunlight, making the entire place feel darker than it should have been. Guards stood near the gates, on balconies, and around the main entrance. Some carried rifles openly while others kept their weapons hidden beneath their jackets. Jackson wasn't trying to hide the fact that this place was heavily protected. In fact, it felt like he wanted us to see it.I stepped out of the vehicle and looked around carefully. Every instinct I had told me this was a terrible idea. The place practically screamed trap. But none of that mattered anymore. Jaxen was inside.Ivan came to stand beside me and stared at the estate."This is exactly what I thought it would be," he said with a grim expression. "A setup."I adjusted the weapon beneath my jacket and looked toward the main building."Everything involving Jackson is a setup.""Then why do I get

JaxI was supposed to be scared.That was probably the normal reaction.A few minutes ago, bullets had been flying everywhere. Men had been screaming. Jackson had been holding me hostage. Charles had practically walked into what everyone knew was a trap. Now I was sitting in the back of an SUV speeding away from an estate that looked like it had just survived a small war. Any sane person would have been shaking. Any sane person would have been crying. Any sane person would have been questioning every terrible decision that had led them to this moment.Instead, I was annoyed, very annoyed.The irritation had been building for weeks now, and surviving a kidnapping hadn't magically fixed it. If anything, it had made it worse.I sat with my arms folded tightly across my chest and stared out the window. Trees rushed past us as the driver pushed the vehicle faster down the road. Across from me sat Ivan, looking far too relaxed for somebody who had just participated in a rescue mission.Unfo