Chapter 77 – Kidnapped by My Mate Series II: His Lost Queen

Filed To Story: Kidnapped by My Mate Novel (Belle & Grayson) Online Free by Annie Whipple

“I’m not leaving you,” he finally said. “Call the police if you want, but you won’t like what happens when they get here. No one is going to take me away from you.

“I’m here, and I’m not leaving unless it’s with you by my side. You’re mine, Belle, whether you like it or not. And sooner or later, you will hear me out.”

“No.” I shook my head, swallowing down my never-ending tears. “Leave. Now.”

Grayson watched me for a few silent seconds before nodding stiffly. “I love you, Belle. Please come back to me soon.”

He turned and left the diner.

BELLE

The moment Grayson left me, severe pain started. I shouldn’t have been surprised.

My body knew he was close and was punishing me for sending him away. I wanted him by me so badly.

I sank down into one of the booths near me. Tears came pouring out of me. I dropped my face into my hands and sobbed.

I could feel Grayson’s eyes on me, his gaze feeling like a warm blanket on my skin.

Sparks danced along my body, soothing me even though I would have never admitted it.

He was near, probably watching me from somewhere outside. I didn’t allow myself to look for him, though.

After a few long moments, I was finally able to get my crying under control. I breathed through my pain and went to grab my phone.

My hands were shaking when I pressed Liam’s contact and lifted it to my ear. I had no idea what had happened to him.

I knew Grayson was intimidating, but I still hadn’t expected Liam to run away when he showed up.

I remembered him standing in front of me, attempting to protect me when Grayson tried to grab me, but he disappeared after that. And Grayson had gotten to me anyway.

What if he had done something to Liam? What if he’d hurt him?

After ringing for a minute, it went to Liam’s voicemail. I hung up and looked down at my phone in confusion. My worry grew. What the hell had happened to him?

I sent him a quick text, telling him how sorry I was about what had happened, that I was fine, and to call me as soon as possible.

My eyes glanced around the empty diner in dismay. Had everyone just run away when Grayson showed up? How had he cleared the place out like this?

I sighed and grabbed a broom before going over to the broken door, starting to sweep up the glass all over the floor from Grayson smashing it when he’d come in.

I needed a distraction, and cleaning up this mess would have to do.

“What the fuck is going on here?” a voice suddenly yelled.

I jumped, turning to look at my boss, Jerry. He walked through the broken door I was cleaning up, his face furious.

His eyes scanned over the shattered glass door and then all the empty booths before stopping on me. “What the fuck did you do?” he demanded.

Before I could respond, my mark flared with pain. I gasped. I immediately looked back at the window, knowing Grayson was the cause. I couldn’t see him, but I could definitely feel him. My mark could too.

Jerry waved his hand in front of my face, grabbing my attention once again. “Hey, I asked you a question! What the fuck did you do to my diner?”

My eyes widened. “I-I…” I stood slowly on shaky legs. “Some, uh, guy showed up, and he broke the door.”

Okay, so not the best excuse, but it was the best I could come up with, given my current state.

“Some guy?  Did this guy also chase all of my customers away?” Jerry asked. He seemed a little fidgety and nervous. “What did he look like?”

“He…He was my ex.” I swallowed. “I don’t know why he was here.”

Jerry’s eyes narrowed. “You steal from this guy or something? What did you do to make him so mad?”

“I don’t know why he was here,” I repeated. “But he won’t do it again. He won’t be coming back.”

Jerry didn’t look convinced. “Can you promise that?”

I hesitated. No, I really couldn’t promise that. In fact, I had no business saying that at all if everything Grayson had told me was true. I could just hope he would stay away from me as I asked. “Well, no—”

Jerry scoffed.

“But I’ll work for free for the rest of the day,” I quickly continued. “To make up for any profit that was lost.”

That made him pause. “The next two days,” he demanded. “To make up for lost profit and for breaking the door. Or you can kiss your job goodbye, baby doll.”

“Fine,” I agreed. I had to bite my tongue, so I didn’t say anything about his new pet name for me. “The next two days.”

Jerry grunted before walking past me. “I want all of this cleaned up before I come back.

“And go fix your makeup or something before the customers return,” he said, gesturing to my puffy eyes and tear-stained face. “You look like a mess.”

He shook his head before disappearing behind the kitchen doors.

My relief was strong. Grayson may have been back in my life and insistent on ruining it, but at least I wouldn’t be losing my job today.

“The hunk in the corner booth is checking you out,” Candice whispered to me as she set her tray down next to mine behind the counter.

“He’s been staring at you since he walked in. He even asked to be put in your section.”

I didn’t need to look up to know who she was talking about. I had felt his presence the moment he walked in.

God, Grayson, why can’t you just leave me alone?

About an hour had passed since Grayson had found me and turned my world upside down. Customers filed in pretty quickly after that, some coming back from before, although they seemed disoriented.

I didn’t blame them. Grayson was a pretty scary dude—especially now that he looked like a giant on steroids.

When I asked Candice what had happened, she just shrugged and said she had no idea what I was talking about. I found this strange but didn’t have the time to think about it.

We were now just as busy as before, and although that was what I thought I wanted when my shift started, I was finding it hard to keep up now.

All of my energy from earlier was gone, probably because Grayson was nearby.

It was pretty obvious now that I had been so happy this morning because the mate bond was strengthening as Grayson got closer to me.

But now that he was literally less than twenty feet away from me, my body was trying to give me the final push, pressing me to go to him by causing me excruciating pain I knew only Grayson could end.

I hated that my mark burned once again, worse than it ever had before and that my body ached as if I had just finished a vigorous workout.

I tried my best to smile politely at Candice. “You know what? I give you full permission to take his table if you think he’s so cute. He’s all yours.”

“Are you sure?” Candice squeaked, her voice going up an octave with excitement.

“He seems way more interested in you than in me.

“Don’t look now, but he’s literally staring at you like he wants nothing more than to throw you down on one of these tables and have his way with you. Definite Christian Grey vibes.”

My cheeks turned bright red. I knew for a fact that Grayson could hear every word that Candice was saying and probably found it all very amusing.

I would bet money that he would be sporting a huge, cocky grin on his face if I were to turn around and look at him right now.

“How long do you think a person needs to spend at the gym to look like that?”

Candice continued dreamily.

“I’ve literally never seen a person more perfect than him. He’s lean but huge at the same time, and, oh my god, those green eyes! I could get lost in those suckers.

“And I bet he has some insane abs under that shirt he’s wearing. Just look at the way it’s stretching over his muscles. I would love to—”

“Okay!” I interrupted before she could tell me exactly what she wanted to do to my former mate’s abs. I hated the uncontrollable jealousy that threatened to consume me.

It almost made me regret giving Grayson’s table to her. “No need to elaborate. You obviously like him, so you go ahead and take his table. I’ll take one of yours.”

“No,” someone grunted behind me. I turned to look at Jerry, who I hadn’t even noticed had walked up behind us. How long had he been standing there? “No switching tables,” he said.

“Why not?” Candice asked, her voice coming out whiny.

“Because Belle needs to prove to me that she wants her job,” Jerry responded.

“Which means dealing with difficult customers.”

I gave him a tight smile even as my palms began to sweat at the thought of having to talk to Grayson again. “That’s fine,” I replied stiffly.

“Lucky bitch,” Candice whispered in my ear, smiling as she walked past me.

Jerry was still watching me as I walked over to Grayson who was sitting in the corner booth. Every step I took toward him made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, and I hated it.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I demanded when I finally reached his table. I was sure to keep my voice low so that no one around us could hear.

Grayson raised a brow. A hint of a smile appeared on his lips. “Come sit, beautiful.”

He patted the seat next to him. “Eat breakfast with me. You need food.”

I glared at him. I knew this act. Grayson could be charming and caring when he wanted to be. I wasn’t falling for it. “I’m working,” I snapped. “And I thought I told you to leave me alone.”

Grayson leaned back casually, crossing his massive arms over his equally massive chest. “And I thought I told you that I wasn’t letting you out of my sight ever again.”

“So you have been watching me then,” I accused.

Grayson grinned. “Do the mating sparks dancing along your skin from my gaze feel good, baby?” His voice was as smooth as butter. “I know I’m liking the feel of them now.”

My hips abruptly hit the edge of the table I was standing in front of. I looked down, realizing that I had been unconsciously gravitating toward him.

The only reason I hadn’t fallen into his lap was due to the huge metal table separating us.

My attention went back to Grayson. I felt my cheeks turn red, hoping he hadn’t noticed what I just had. But, of course, he had.

His brows raised, his eyes looking down at my hips, licking his lips.

“Stop that!” I chided, shifting uncomfortably.

Grayson’s gaze lazily raked up my form before he met my eyes once again.

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