Free Bad Boy Billionaire: F#cking Jerk 3 by Tawny Taylor Page A

I threw my body from side to side. I kicked my feet. I slammed my head backward, smacking it into concrete. But despite all my fighting, I found myself hauled outside the restaurant through a side door I hadn’t noticed before. A truck stood idling, waiting for my kidnapper to throw me in.
    Oh God. If he succeeded…
    I could be…
    Oh God!
    A million thoughts raced through my mind. I was blind with fear. The world around me was a blur as my sole focus became survival. I fought with everything I had. Until my muscles literally stopped moving.
    It didn’t work. I was stuffed into the truck. And before I could scramble out, a huge body blocked my exit.
    I screamed as loud as I could, the sound tearing my throat to shreds.
    Then a face popped into my field of vision.
    I knew that face!
    My heart jumped.
    “Clay! What the hell? You scared me to death!”
    “I tried to tell you it was me, but you weren’t listening.”
    “Hello, I was fighting for my freaking life!” My hands trembled as I lifted them to smooth my tussled hair out of my face. “What are you doing here?”
    “Taking you home.” He leaned close, reached past me, and grabbed my seatbelt, pulling it across my chest.
    I grabbed his hand as he pushed the metal plate into the clasp. “Wait! Stop!”
    “No.” He slammed the passenger door.
    “Clay.” I smacked the window. “I said stop!” I unbuckled and jerked on the door handle. How could I not recognize this truck? The fucking door!
    Unfazed and irritatingly determined, Clay fastened his seatbelt and shifted the truck into gear.
    I yanked on the door handle again and cursed. “Why don’t you get this fucking door fixed?”
    “I’ll get it fixed tomorrow.”
    I turned back, peering through the rear window. “But Harper—“
    “She’s fine. Mike’s with her. He’ll tell her what’s going on,” he explained as he steered his stupid truck back on the road
    I flopped my hands onto my lap at glared at him. I was pissed! Angrier than I’ve ever been in my life. I wanted to smack him. To punch him. To kick the shit out of him. “You have no right to go all caveman and haul me off against my will. It was just a road trip. I was coming back!”
    “Were you?”
    “Of course I was,” I said. I sounded sure. But I didn’t feel sure. In fact, I was pretty sure I wasn’t coming back. If Harper was hired by the agent, and if I’d been able to find a job— any job—in LA.
    “Liar.”
    Ha! That was funny, him calling me that. “I’m…okay, maybe I’m a liar. But so are you. You’re the worst liar I’ve ever met!” I stabbed my finger at his big, brawny shoulder. “You’ve been lying to me ever since we met! And you expect me to trust you?” I let out a sarcastic hardy-har-har. “Puleez.”
    “I have not been lying to you. Not once. Name one lie I’ve told you.”
    “You told me you didn’t want my ranch. That’s one. A biggie.”
    “I don’t want your ranch,” he stated matter-of-factly.
    “Oh, yeah?” I snapped. Then I realized I was probably wrong about that one. “Okay, maybe you don’t want it. You sold it already. You just wanted to dump it and keep the money!”
    “That’s not what I was doing,” he said, his expression and voice calm despite my ranting.
    “Oh? Why don’t you explain it to me then?” I rolled my eyes. “I can’t wait to watch you try to dig your way out of this.”
    “I don’t need to dig my way out of anything.” He steered the truck off the road and shifted it into park.
    Yes! Now was my chance. If I could get out of this damn truck, I could make a run for it. All I had to do was push my way past two hundred pounds of man…
    And go…
    Where?
    I looked out the window.
    Fuck. Where was the restaurant? I couldn’t see it anymore. How had we gone so far already?
    Dammit! I couldn’t outrun Clay. And there was nowhere to hide. We were surrounded by miles of flat, empty, dry land. There were no trees. No buildings. Nothing. Just empty