Page 30 of Down & Dirty: Rage

She glanced back at the screen and muttered to herself, “Did all my appointments cancel?”

Trish shrugged. “Maybe the calendar app is glitching.”

Weird. It had never glitched before.

But also strange was the fact she usually booked her first appointment of the day fifteen minutes after unlocking the front door, and no one, not one person, had come in to see her yet, calendar glitch or not.

The bell over the front door rang, but before she could turn to see if it was one of her clients coming in for their now non-existent appointment, something was pulled over her head and someone else was pinning her arms to her side in a tight hug.

Holy shit!“Let me go!”

The same thing had happened to Kyra recently! Were the Russos taking her to give Zeke another message?

But why her?What the hell was going on?

“Let me go!” she shrieked again and tried to stomp on the foot of whoever was holding her. Unfortunately, she missed.

What sounded like a disguised voice ordered, “Let’s go!” and she was jerked toward the door.

No!Her mother had been kidnapped long before Lyric was born and had been tortured—and worse—by a rival MC. This couldn’t be history repeating itself!

“Call my dad!” she yelled, struggling against whoever held her.

But why weren’t her employees helping? Or at least reacting? Were they being kidnapped, too?

She couldn’t hear any of her employees or sounds of a struggle. Did they all run out the back door like cowards? She at least hoped they’d contact her father. Or hell, anyone in the DAMC.

Even better, the damn police.

Her wrists were quickly bound with some kind of soft cloth, possibly a scarf or bandana, and what she thought was a tan pillow case was tugged more securely over her head.

A pillow case didn’t seem to be very professional. And wouldn’t kidnappers use flex cuffs to bind her wrists instead of something like a bandana?

None of what was happening made sense. “Who are you? You’re making a bad mistake. One you’re going to regretif you don’t release me immediately. Trish!” The last she screamed at the top of her lungs.

Her heart did a somersault when Trish answered, “Don’t fight them, Lyric! I’ll contact Crow!”

What? Don’t fight them?

“Grab the license plate info!” she yelled while being shoved out the door and into a vehicle parked directly in front of the shop. In a no parking zone at that!

Where the hell was Shadow Valley PD? They should be ticketing a vehicle illegally parked; especially one being used for a kidnapping.

Her father was the most Zen person she knew, but this would make him flip his lid. Whoever was taking her was making ahugemistake.

She was placed between two other people on a bench seat. After hearing the slam of a sliding van door, she heard nothing else except for the engine and road noise. Not one occupant said a word, so it was impossible to identify them.

She was so screwed right now.

She had no idea where they were going. No idea who they were. No idea the reasoning behind all of this.

“Where are we going? Who are you? Why are you doing this? Do you know who my father is?”

She frowned when she heard a soft snort, and her fear immediately turned to anger.

Did they think her questions were funny?

She kept bombarding her kidnappers with an onslaught of them, even knowing she wouldn’t get any answers. Her main goal was to be a thorn in their sides.