Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 2

“I’m warning you, don’t try anything funny,” he grunted. “You just make sure I have a good time, and maybe I’ll be in a good enough mood to let you go.”

Freed from her restraints, Yvonne slowly rose to her feet, rolling her wrists and stretching her limbs.

She looked at the half-naked man before her and gave him a sweet, bewitching smile, her sharp, fox-like eyes glinting. She looked like a predator sizing up its doomed prey.

“Of course,” she purred. “I’ll be sure to take very good care of you.”

The moment the words left her lips, she lifted her leg and drove her foot squarely into his groin.

“Aaargh!” The man buckled over, howling in agony.

His screams brought the other two kidnappers running.

“Get her! Kill that bitch for me!”

“We’ll see who kills whom,” Yvonne muttered. She had been top of her class in combat training at the academy. These thugs weren’t even a warm-up.

She took on all three of them, unleashing a flurry of precise, debilitating blows. Soon, they were all on the ground, crying for their mothers.

One of them actually tried to make a run for it. Yvonne dragged him back and delivered another brutal beating, leaving him so bruised and swollen that his own mother wouldn’t have recognized him.

Just as she was getting warmed up, the piercing wail of police sirens echoed from below the abandoned building.

What was going on? Who called the cops?

Yvonne shot a puzzled look at the men moaning on the floor. One of them was clutching a phone in a death grip.

“Help, officer, please! I don’t want to die…” the kidnapper wailed, tears and snot streaming down his face.

Yvonne stared blankly.

Couldn’t even take a beating and you call yourself a kidnapper? What a coward. So boring.

The officer paused.

Three kidnappers, two with serious injuries, one moderate. What was she shaken up about? Afraid she hadn’t hit them hard enough to kill them?

Still, according to the kidnappers’ testimony, they had called Yvonne’s family. The police needed to verify the details with them anyway, so giving the girl a lift wasn’t out of the way.

“Alright. You can come with us.”

“Thank you so much! You’re as kind as you are beautiful,” Yvonne said with a sugary-sweet smile, then followed the officers to the patrol car.

The police car, siren blaring, sped toward the Spencer family’s villa.

This was more like it. A grand entrance for her return.

At that moment, the Spencer estate was a hive of activity, adorned with festive lights and teeming with guests. It was a picture of celebration.