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Decades old fear that has no place in my life slices through every cell in my body. I shake with fury, leaning my palm on the trunk of the tree I’m standing beside and stare back at him.
I want to kill him.
“Kyra, baby, if you’re listening—or the person you’re staying with hears this—it’s time to come home. You belong with me.”
Fucking hell.
He knows.
He knows I took her. I know it with every part of my being. But that’s not the only realization that hits me like a ten-ton truck.
I’m not giving her back.
Kyra belongs to me.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
KYRA
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Maddox opens the door, walking in with a tray and placing it on the cabinet without looking at me. He’s been gone for hours and never brought me breakfast after storming out.
I’ve had a shower and put on jeans and a sweater. My hair is pulled up on a messy bun on the top of my head and I have a simple gloss on my lips.
My body still aches in places from his touch, and yet this man won’t look at me.
He also won’t free me.
At least he’s feeding me. I was getting worried.
While having sex with him was beyond incredible, I have to remember he’s dangerous. My instinct says he’s not, but I don’t trust my own mind right now.
I think I might be the crazy one catching feelings for him. It was probably all imagined and just lust. After all, I’m hardly the most experienced woman.
The aromas from the meal waft around the room, making my mouth water.
“Thank you,” I say quietly, because I don’t want to starve. If he’s going to kill me, I’d rather he shoot me or something just as quick.
Maddox wears a pair of black sweatpants and a short-sleeved black T-shirt. It’s the first time I’ve seen him look casual. If you exclude being naked.
And what a piece of art he is. All ripped and tattooed like some bad boy in a movie. His beautiful silver eyes and heavy frame are intoxicating.
I want him to take me in his arms, kiss me, and whisper sweet and sexy things to me for just one more night. My fingers ache to reach out to him, but I tuck them under my thighs.
“Tonight, we’re going out,” he announces.
What?
That’s the last thing I was expecting him to say. Going out? Like I’m his girlfriend. This man is so confusing. It’s like he forgets that he’s kidnapped me.
I’m torn between categorizing him as a serial killer and imaging being the woman who walks beside Maddox Sterling as the one he desires.
Stop.
“I need to go home,” I reply. “Maddox. You have to at least call my mom.”
His jaw clenches.