Girl Get Rid Of That Jerk by Melissa Johns

Allison was hauled up the abandoned building by Chris's crew. Heights weren't her thing, and the higher they got, the more her legs felt like jelly. This half- finished concrete and steel giant had no railings on the stairs, and up top, there wasn't a safety feature in sight. Step by shaky step, she climbed with Chris's

guys.

In her mind, she ticked off the floors. They came to a stop on the twenty-sixth. The guys holding her paused too.

"What time is it?" Chris asked, sounding almost bored.

"Chris, it's seven-forty," answered the man who had snatched her the night before. She hadn't caught his name.

When he got the time, Chris raised an eyebrow, turning to Allison. "You really think... Joshua's gonna come solo to rescue you?"

together, eyes

Chris chuckled. "Relax, if you're that into him, I could set you

kept her

to you,

shoved her hard.

forward, losing her footing. She wobbled dangerously before crashing down. Her hands were tied, so she couldn't catch herself, and her knees hit first. The sharp pain drained the color from her face, her features twisting in

just bit her lip, riding

fall left her teetering near the building's edge. Peering down from the twenty- sixth floor, her fear of heights made her vision spin. She squeezed her eyes shut. "Cat got your tongue?" Chris

over a metal drum nearby.