David’s jaw was set, his eyes cold. “Wesley’s car can get through anywhere in Rockford Bay. There’s no way to block him now.”
“What should we do, sir?”
Without another word, David pulled out his phone and dialed Wesley’s father, Carter.
The Harmon and Ross families had history. If it were any other time, David might have called him Uncle Carter, but right now, it was just Carter.
The call connected after only a ring or two. Carter sounded surprised. “David? To what do I owe the pleasure?”
David’s grip on his phone tightened, his tone sharp. “Your son has taken one of my people. Think carefully. Does he have any private villas outside the city?”
...
Out on the edge of town, in a private villa.
Ella’s eyes blinked open. She was lying on a giant, plush bed, surrounded by a room dripping with luxury. For a second, she was too disoriented to move.
Where am I?
She shot upright, heart pounding.
“Ella, you’re finally awake.” The voice was male, smooth, and too familiar.
She turned and saw Wesley standing there.
Her gaze sharpened, cool and wary. “Wesley? What are you trying to pull?”
She was supposed to be making her return as Doctor E. She never expected Wesley to kidnap her and bring her here.
Wesley grinned. “You really need to ask? You beat me up pretty badly the other day. Don’t you think it’s time we settle the score?”
He’d never been humiliated like that. He wasn’t about to let it go. Not without payback.
Quietly, Ella’s hand slid to her waist, searching for her usual tools. Then her heart sank. She’d changed clothes backstage. Today, she was wearing a white sleeveless dress—no silver needles, no powder, nothing.
“Don’t! Let me go!”
Ella struggled with everything she had, her nails raking his neck and leaving a bloody line.
Wesley barely flinched. If anything, it made him more excited. He slapped her, hard.
The sound cracked through the room.
Ella’s vision blurred, a metallic taste filling her mouth. Blood trickled from her lip.
Wesley stripped off his shirt and unfastened his belt. The sight of her glowing skin, her slender arms and long legs, made his breath quicken. He’d been with plenty of girls, but none like her.
He shoved her dress higher, forcing her legs apart. “Ella, I’m crazy about you. Just say yes.”
Ella screamed, the sound sharp and desperate.

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