Bought By The Billionaire

Chapter 34: Bought By The Billionaire - Chapter Thirty-Four

Adele stares at the ring for a moment, unblinking, before fury washes over her features. Her expression changes completely, her perfect features made ugly by rage. As she flushes red, then white, her complexion turns that odd shade of a woman wearing make-up the wrong shade for her skin colour.

“Is that from him?” she hisses. “Did he give you that?”

Nervous now at this further abrupt switch of tone, I babble a little. “Well, yes. We’re engaged. It’s not been made public yet. In fact, we were going to announce it tonight.” Beginning to feel afraid, I want to go. Standing, I say “It’s been nice to meet you, Adele, to finally have a chat. But I need to be going. I’ve got things to do.”

Quickly I stand to leave, then become aware that Adele is looking at someone over my shoulder. Turning, I find a man, no, two men, standing close to me. Too close.

One has something in a pocket, pointing at me. A knife? A gun?

“Don’t argue Elizabeth,” says Adele sweetly. “Just go with these gentlemen where they tell you, and you won’t get hurt.” She pauses. “Not for now anyway.”

My mouth dry, fear gnawing at me, I turn, looking around, wondering if I dare try to break away. This is a public place. Surely I can….

“Don’t even think about it Elizabeth,” says Adele. “No-one else here would see it as it happened and by the time they’d figured it out, it would be far too late for you.”

What can I do?

The security cameras? All they can see is a group of people. Nothing to indicate trouble to a security guard, even if anyone is actually monitoring them. And…… if Adele is not worrying about her face being seen on camera, she must surely have taken some precaution over cameras?

men flanking me. One of them holds me tight by the wrist, although to any

anyone’s eye. We’ve just been enjoying a nice afternoon stroll in the shops, and now

How long will

Kill me? Ransom

through a side door. A limousine is waiting outside, the windows darkened so that the occupants cannot be seen. One of the men with me opens the rear door, apparently smiling at me, but the smile stops at the mouth. His eyes are hard,

the alarm. What time is it? It must have been long enough now for him to be looking for me. The man behind me raises what looks to the outside world like a companionable hand to the elbow to guide me in,

back of the car, still with

with me, but there is no way that I can call from it. Might Ross call me? Probably. Did I leave the ring-tone turned on? I

my panic, I clasp my bag closely to my lap, hoping not to draw

men fencing me into the seat says “Keep both

is my phone, sound turned off but still with the vibe working.

me. My Master has many friends, in the police, on the streets. He will find me. And he will be so angry with these people; with Adele and these men working for her. I have only seen my Master’s rage once before when

face me. “Why hello Beth. How nice to see you again.” Mack Kane smiles maliciously at

 

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constant, vibration of my mobile phone through the leather of my bag. Someone, perhaps several someones; Ross, my Master, Francis, is trying hard to contact me. I promised Ross that I would meet him three hours after he dropped me off

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