As soon as I walked into Jordan’s office I knew I’d made a mistake. His wife was sitting on top of the desk her eyes pointed directly at me. Jordan’s smirk was smug, and I felt cornered.

I turned to leave, but he was quicker than me. He slammed the door closed, wrapping his other arm around my waist and dragged me over to a chair where he tied my arms behind my back, with what felt like his necktie.

They’ve been circling me, and luckily they haven’t done much except touch my face, and arms. It’s creepy as all hell, but I’m grateful that nothing has happened yet.

I hope that Heath either comes to my rescue or calls someone. He has to be pissed the fuck off that I’m not home yet. He’s my only saving grace at this point. He’s the only person who knows where I could be.

“Are you going to set up the live feed for this?” Pamela asks. I learned her name about an hour ago.

She looks at me, her green eyes sparkling what I assume is pure evil. “Oh yeah, I have it on and,” Jordan leans forward to look at the computer screen. “We have over a thousand logged in to watch, already.”

My stomach drops at the knowledge of what is about to really happen. This isn’t some little kink they like, this is something they’re going to blast all over the internet. I let out a whimper. Pamela smiles and Jordan winks.

A few seconds later the door flies open and Heath appears. I let out a sigh of relief at the sight of him. Then I take a second to really appreciate the fact that he left his house, his oasis, for me—me.

“What the fuck?” he seethes, his eyes glancing from me, to Jordan and then Pamela.

Pamela bites her bottom lip as her gaze scans Heath. I want to take the letter opener that’s on the desk and stab her eyes out. If my hands weren’t tied behind my back, I probably would.

“Can I play with him, Jordan?” she whines.

Jordan chuckles, and I hear Heath growl. “Fuck no you can’t, you dirty cunt. I wouldn’t let you near my dick if you were the last woman on earth.”

She turns toward Jordan, and I watch as her jaw ticks with anger. “Are you going to allow him to talk to me that way?” she snaps.

Heath doesn’t even wait for a response, he marches straight toward me and unties my restraints while Jordan and Pamela stand there wide eyed. “You ugly motherfuckers are going to have to find someone else to play your games. I’m taking my woman home,” he announces.

Rising to my feet, I quickly turn and run so that I can be behind him, but Pamela’s talons wrap around my arm and she yanks me back. She makes a tsking sound from behind me. “I don’t think so, you sexy beast. I like the look of you, and I want your cock.”

I make a gagging sound and her fingers dig into my arm a little harder. “Shut up you fat bitch,” she growls.

Heath doesn’t waste even a second. He storms toward Jordan, shoving his forearm into his neck and pushes his back against his bookshelf. Jordan makes a gagging sound. Pamela tries to drag me farther away from them, but I turn around and grab ahold of her hair, pulling it hard.

Fuck. Her.

She lets out a scream, at the same time I hear Heath shout. “You call off your hag of a whore, you let us go and maybe, just maybe we won’t go to the cops.”

“No, we made promises,” Pamela shouts. Her head is bent to the side as I hold onto her extension riddled head.

Heath grunts. “You have two seconds to make up your mind, or I call the cops.”

“Go, just go,” Jordan gurgles.

Heath doesn’t take a step back and I wait for him as Pamela’s nails scratch my arm. “You even breathe the same air as us, I call the cops. Do you understand me?” Heath growls.

“We understand. You won’t hear from us,” Jordan whimpers.

Heath turns his head and smirks at me. “Let’s go, Sugar,” he winks.

He releases Jordan then steps up to me. I let go of the bitch’s hair, as Heath extends his palm to me. I slip my hand inside, grabbing my purse from the floor, and together we run out of the building, never looking back.

I hear the sirens as we’re walking out of the building. Chuckling, I stop in the middle of the parking lot as they pull in. Kinsley tugs on my hand. Looking into her terrified eyes, I smirk and pull her closer toward me.

“I called them before I went into the office. I just wanted you out of there before they stormed in. I knew something was up,” I explain.

We spend the next hour giving statements as those two pieces of shit are handcuffed and shoved into the back of police cars. Their live stream was still rolling when the police went in there, and I was informed that they had all the evidence they could ever need against them in that office.

Once our statements are given, we’re informed that someone in the department will be in contact with us, but we are free to go home for the evening. “Thank fuck,” I grunt as I walk toward my car.

I frown, looking from Kinsley’s car to my own. I don’t want to take separate cars home, not tonight. “Leave yours here, Sugar. We’ll figure it out later,” I offer.

Her eyes meet mine and I see relief in them. I open the door for her, and watch as she slides in. My woman is terrified and exhausted. Once I’m in the driver’s seat, I point the car toward home. “Do you want me to stop and get something to eat?” I ask, keeping my voice low and gentle.

She hums, “No thanks, I’m just really tired,” she yawns.

I nod. I’m not hungry either. I know that our food is ruined on the back patio, and I’ll clean it up in the morning, but right now I just want to slide in bed and hold Kinsley.

“I should have trusted my gut and just left. I knew he was going to try something,” she whispers.

Pulling into the driveway, and then the garage I think about her words. “You should have trusted your gut,” I agree. “It doesn’t matter, it’s done, and you’re not ever going to see him again,” I announce.

“You drove. All the way to my office, you got in your car and drove,” she murmurs.

Her voice is bathed in disbelief and I can’t help myself, I laugh. “Did you think I was afraid to go outside or something?” I ask.

She nods, albeit hesitantly, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. “I did. I know you said you weren’t, but you don’t leave,” she shrugs.

I run my knuckles along her cheek, shifting my hand to wrap around the side of her neck. “Not afraid, Sugar. I don’t like leaving because I have everything I need here, and now that I have you, I have everything I want, too. I have a good job, I have a good woman, and I have a roof over my head. Not much more a man could need. People are fucking assholes and I just don’t really want to deal with them,” I shrug.

Her lips turn up into a smile. “I can get that, especially after tonight.”

“Let’s go inside, Sugar. Our dinner might be ruined, but I think you need some stress relief,” I wink.

Her breath hitches, and then she lets out a big exhale. “I think that sounds nice,” she admits.