Chapter 10
There was a bag over her head.
Over. Her. f*****g. Head.
What the f**k was going on?
Was this some kind of joke? Only, who the hell considered kidnapping a great way to pull a practical joke?
At the same time, she was hoping to God that Ashton Kutcher was behind all this, but she knew it was wishful thinking. This was real. This was happening. Someone had kidnapped her and shot her mate.
She was too frantic to be terrified, too oxygen starved for fear to take root. The heat of her own breath against her skin was making her feel nauseated, a sensation that was exacerbated by being tossed around in the back of a van.
Until three days ago, she’d led a boring, sedate, and some might say tedious life. The only new addition to her world that could have instigated her being kidn
