Chapter 101 – Kidnapped by My Mate Series II: His Lost Queen

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“Wouldn’t it be safer for me to sit in my own seat, with a seat belt on?” I whispered to Grayson.

When I tried to move, Grayson let out a growl so loud the walls of the car shook.

Both Liam and I winced.

“Stop trying to move away from me,” Grayson said deeply through gritted teeth, his arms squeezing me.

All I could do was nod my head in agreement.

He adjusted me on his lap so that my back was firmly pressed up against his chest again. His eyes snapped up to look at Liam. “What the fuck are you waiting for?”

Liam looked back at us, his expression stiff. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to take you to the airport.”

“Fuck,” Grayson groaned. He opened the car door next to him. “We’re getting a cab.”

“Wait,” Liam said. When Grayson started to slide out of the car, taking me with him, Liam quickly grabbed my wrist. “Just hold on a minute, would ya?”

Grayson’s eyes narrowed on Liam’s grip on my wrist, then snapped back up to meet his gaze. His whole body began to shake.

Before he did something stupid, I quickly put my other hand on his chest, trying to calm him.

I looked at Liam. “Liam, let go.”

He shook his head. “Hear me out first. I’m just thinking of your safety, Belle.”

“Okay, but the werewolf behind me is literally about to murder you if you don’t let go of my arm in the next five seconds.”

Right on cue, Grayson’s breathing picked up, and dark hairs started to sprout from his arms. Seeing this, Liam quickly released my arm. I sighed in relief.

“Come to my father’s house,” Liam continued before Grayson could make another move. “It’s safe there.

“I know you think it would be better to take her to the airport because it’s public or whatever, but so was the diner.

“We have the memories of over twenty humans we need to wipe because they saw what Azazel did to Belle’s coworkers. A public place isn’t going to stop him from hurting her if that’s what he wants.”

“No, but I would,” Grayson growled.

Once again, he forcefully started to tug me out of the car, but I grabbed the headrest of the seat next to us to stop him.

“Do I get a say in any of this?” I asked the two of them. “Or are you two going to make all the decisions for me like if I’m not even here? I mean, seriously, is it not my life on the line?”

Grayson’s forehead dropped down onto my shoulder as he tried to keep himself calm, his shoulders rising and falling quickly with each of his ragged breaths.

His grip on my waist was so tight, his fingers splayed out over my rib cage, that it was almost on the verge of pain. “I do not want to hear those words come out of your mouth ever again. No one is going to hurt you.”

“I agree with Liam,” I declared. “I think we should go with him.” I looked at Liam.

“We could just go to your apartment, right?”

Liam hesitated. “Actually, we can’t. Apparently, you had my address written down in your personal information at the diner. Azazel was seen breaking into my apartment earlier today.”

Even more guilt filled my stomach. “He was at your apartment?”

He nodded. “I haven’t been back there yet, so I don’t know exactly what happened, but my doorman called me earlier.”

“Liam, I’m so sorry. I can’t believe I pulled you into all of this—”

“It’s okay, Belle,” he interrupted. “I don’t care about my fucking apartment. I care about keeping you safe.

“And the longer we stay in this damn parking lot, just waiting for someone to see us, the longer we’re putting you at risk.”

“Then I think we should go to your dad’s house.”

Grayson snarled behind me.

My attention swung to him. “It’s the best thing to do right now, okay? How long does a flight from Croatia to Maine even take? Twelve, thirteen hours?

“We can’t just sit in an airport, waiting for Azazel to find us. We would put all of those people in danger just by being there.”

“My father’s house is safe—really safe. Azazel wouldn’t be able to get in. No one would touch her,” Liam said to Grayson.

“We’ll only stay there until the plane gets here. Then we’ll leave,” I added.

Grayson’s dark eyes studied me for several long seconds. “You trust him?”

My gaze slid to Liam and then back to my mate. I nodded once. “Yes. I trust him.”

In fact, Liam was probably the person I trusted most in the world after everything that had happened between Grayson and me.

Grayson wetted his bottom lip, still incredibly tense. “Fine.” He settled back into the chair, adjusting me in his lap.

He looked up at Liam, who just continued to stare at us in anticipation. “Well, vampire, are you going to drive or not?”

BELLE

We pulled up to Liam’s father’s house in record time.

The drive was honestly a bit terrifying—Liam sped the entire time, nearly running over several people, and took back roads to avoid any busy streets where we might be spotted.

The house was surrounded by giant gates—the type you would expect to see at a celebrity’s home, put there for their privacy and safety.

There was a man in a uniform waiting for us at a station next to the entrance to the gate. He let us through the moment he saw Liam’s truck.

We drove up the long private driveway and up to one of the biggest houses I had ever seen.

In fact, it was so big that it didn’t even really look like a house at all—it was more like a mansion disguised as a sweet little beach house, painted in whites, blues, and creams, but also probably had at least twenty bedrooms.

Liam stopped his car in front of a massive garage. It was open, so I could see the six vehicles inside of it—a Tesla, Porsche, and Lamborghini all casually parked next to each other.

This  was where Liam had grown up? I knew his family had money, but this was more than just money; this was power and prestige.

I swallowed, suddenly feeling extremely underdressed.

Grayson had given me some of his clothes to wear back at the hotel—a black T-shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants that I had to roll up six times to be able to walk in—

since I only had my waitress uniform from the other night.

I hadn’t minded how big everything was on me when he had given me the clothes, but now I felt tiny, like I was drowning in fabric.

“I wish I was wearing something else,” I muttered. “I don’t even have shoes on.”

“It doesn’t matter what you’re wearing because if anybody looks at you for longer than five seconds, I’ll rip their eyes out,” Grayson replied, his voice jagged.

Liam opened his door. “A real charmer you got there, Belle,” he said as he stepped out of the car.

Grayson bared his teeth at him.

I reached for the handle of the door next to us, but Grayson grabbed my hand, stopping me.

“Who else is in the house?” he asked Liam.

“What?” Liam replied.

“I smell three people inside. Who are they?”

Liam’s brows rose in shock. I was shocked too. He could smell them from all the way out here?

“My parents,” Liam responded. He looked at the house. “And my sister, probably, but I’m not sure.”

“Laila is here?” I hadn’t seen my friend since the night Adalee attacked me. A sense of relief filled me, knowing that I would get to see her before Grayson and I left.

All of a sudden, the door to the driver’s seat of the vehicle was slammed shut by Grayson. Then he quickly pressed the lock down to keep Liam out of the car.

“What the hell?” Liam asked, watching us from the other side of the window. He held up the key in his hand. “You know I have the key, right? I could get in if I wanted to.”

Grayson ignored him and instead unexpectedly turned me around in his lap so that I was straddling him, giving me his full attention.

He gently grabbed my chin and turned my head so I couldn’t look away from him.

“I need you to listen to me, okay?” he said, his tone serious. His thumb started to stroke the skin of my chin.

I nodded slowly. “Okay.”

“We’re about to meet one of the most notorious vampires of all time,” he started.

“And he’s invited us to his home, in his territory.

“I don’t know what his intentions are, but I don’t trust him. And I don’t trust him around you—especially when I’m already on edge.

“If I could, I would lock you away and keep you all to myself for the rest of eternity.” His hands squeezed my hips roughly and then slowly traveled up and along my rib cage.

His jaw was clenched so hard that I was worried it was going to pop. I couldn’t help but shift against him, feeling my blood go hot, my breathing getting deeper.

“I need you to stay with me,” he continued. “My wolf is extremely close to the surface. If anything happens to you…”

He took a deep shuddering breath. “Just stay with me. I want you by my side at all times. Take more than one step away from me, and I can’t promise I won’t murder every single person in that house. Friend or not.”

The intensity coming off of him at that moment made my stomach tighten. “Okay.

I’ll stay with you.”

He continued to stare at me.

“I promise.” I framed his face in my hands and put my forehead against his, leaving a short kiss on his full lips. “I won’t leave your side,” I whispered against his mouth.

He hauled me even closer to him. “No matter what?”

“No matter what.” I looked back at the house, suddenly feeling uneasy. “Are they…

Will they have red eyes?”

Grayson nodded slowly. “The Blackwoods are descendants of the Mortars, so they can change the color of their eyes as they see fit. But, yes, their eyes are naturally red.”

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