Trapped (Bullied Book 4) (Bullied Series) by Vera Hollins (romance novel chinese novels .TXT) 📕

all traces of fear gone from his face and replaced with a quiet fury.

“I’ll make you regret this,” Blake warned.

Isaac rolled his eyes. “Spare me the dramatics and fucking move already.”

Their guns on our backs were a constant reminder not to do anything rash as we headed toward the house. I looked at the sky. The sun was high above the horizon, making it a beautiful day, and my chest hurt. It felt like I was going into a prison I would never come out from, and I was afraid this was my last time to see the light of the day.

“What are you going to do with us?” I asked Lawrence as I stepped inside the dark house that contained a musty smell and old furniture.

“You’ll see soon enough.”

We ended up in a living room that looked almost like my grandparents’ with its floral wallpaper, large framed photos of pastures, upright piano, rocking chair, and ancient worn-out sofa. There wasn’t anything we could use to defend ourselves, except for a lamp on the small stand next to the sofa.

And there, standing next to a curtained window, was Bobby Q, dressed in black and looking as scary as could be. Now, in daylight, I was clearly able to see the pale scar line that started at his chin and ended on his cheekbone.

“Look who we’ve brought,” Isaac told him with a huge smile, motioning at Blake with his head.

“Motherfucker.” Blake spat the word out and took a threatening step toward Bobby Q, but Isaac pressed his gun to the side of his head. I cried out, clamping my hands over my mouth.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Isaac asked him.

Blake curled his hands into fists, his icy gray eyes full of hatred as he glared at Bobby Q.

Bobby Q smirked. “Jackpot. Hello, Jones. It’s nice of you to pop up and make everything easier for us.”

“Cut to the chase. What do you want? Spit it out,” Blake said.

Isaac chuckled. “Whoa, boy, slow down. You sound a bit too on edge.”

“You kidnapped us,” I said. “How do you expect us to react?”

Lawrence whistled behind me. “Roar. This one can bite.”

Bobby Q’s gaze was cold as he assessed me, sending chills down my spine. “I’m going to have so much fun with you later.”

Blake dashed toward him. “Son of a—”

Isaac fired his gun, and I screamed. The bullet landed super close to where Blake had stopped, making a hole in the carpet.

“Next time I won’t miss, so consider this your only warning, Blake,” Isaac said in a low tone, which sounded muffled to me under the increasing pressure in my head. I stared at the hole in the carpet with my heart thrashing against my rib cage. More and more dread crept through me until I couldn’t think properly, until there was only panic.

“Search him for weapons,” Bobby Q ordered.

“Take off your jacket,” Isaac told Blake and waited for him to do it, leaving nothing to chance. He threw the jacket on the sofa and passed his hands over Blake’s body. He smirked when he pulled a pocketknife out of Blake’s back pocket.

“Carrying this to school?” Isaac said, raising the knife in the air for emphasis. “Tsk-tsk. You won’t need that anymore.” He tossed it on the sofa next to Blake’s jacket.

Blake glowered at him. “Go fuck yourself.”

“No more weapons?” Bobby Q asked Isaac.

“Nope.”

“Now the girl.”

“Don’t touch her,” Blake shouted, looking ready to jump at Isaac and rip his throat out, but Isaac didn’t pay attention to him, taking my jacket off and patting me down for weapons without missing a beat.

My skin crawled in disgust at his touch, which was followed by queasiness when his hands brushed over my intimate parts. I felt horribly violated. I dug my nails into my palms so hard I thought I might draw blood.

“You never know with girls these days,” Isaac said before stepping away. I fought to even out my breathing.

“I swear I’m going to fucking kill you the first chance I get,” Blake said, glaring at Isaac with hatred that knew no boundaries, and I believed him. The conviction in his words was unmistakable.

“Not if we kill you first,” Bobby Q stated in a bored tone.

Blake glared at him. “If you wanted to kill me, you could’ve already done it. You didn’t have to waste time on all this shit.”

“You know how we do things around here, Jones,” Bobby Q joked with a half-smile on his face. “It’s not an accomplishment if we don’t kidnap a person…” His gaze found mine. “Or two.”

“But unlike last time, you’re not hiding behind your goons and expecting them to do all the dirty work for you,” Blake said. “You’re showing your face, which can only mean we aren’t getting out of here alive.”

“Who knows?” Bobby Q grinned. “Maybe, maybe not.”

I shuddered. I was scared to even think about that possibility, but it was becoming more plausible with each minute. I knew the exact address of this place. I doubted Isaac would’ve given it to me if they planned to let us live.

But no, I couldn’t think that way. I had to stay positive.

“I just want to know one thing,” Bobby Q said as he spun the massive ring he wore on his right hand. “How did you know what I looked like? I was there only twice, and I wore a mask each time.”

“I saw you come through the window before you took us to that basement. You should’ve put your mask on earlier.”

Bobby Q sneered. “Are you shitting me? No one has that good a memory.”

“They do when you have an ugly-ass scar that’s visible from a mile away.”

Bobby Q was quick, throwing a cross at Blake’s face before anyone could even see him move. Blake staggered, his cheek splitting open where Bobby Q’s ring had hit it. I pressed my hand against my mouth to stifle a cry. The metal of the gun at my back destroyed any possibility that I could do something