Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 151

Elysia was shoved into the skeleton of an unfinished high–rise by two burly men. Inside, a handful of others awaited her arrival.

Her heart raced, lodged firmly in her throat, as she realized she didn’t recognize any of them. They sized her up, their gazes predatory and amused. One of them whistled and remarked, “Man, we hit the jackpot with this one. She’s a looker. I’d pay good money to get cozy with her, no joke”

The bald man sitting on a makeshift throne of stacked crates, his eyes gleaming with malice, gestured for his cronies to rip the duct tape from her mouth.

As soon as she could speak, Elysia blurted out, “What do you want with me? Who the hell are you guys? Why did you bring me here?”

ignoring her questions as if she hadn’t spoken, the bald man leaned forward. “Listen, doll, we’re gonna ask you a few questions. Play nice, and this won’t get ugly”

Gasping for air, her eyes darting around for an escape, she asked, “What questions?”

“You got anything to do with what happened to Gage Slater?”

“Gage?” Her mind reeled, fear made her forgetful. She couldn’t place the name.

“Don’t play dumb with me, sweetheart. You’ve crossed paths with him plenty,” the bald man said, his voice low and dangerous.

After a moment to collect her thoughts, Elysia replied, “I know of him, but we’re not exactly buddies.”

street is you had someone snip his

stand the guy, but I never ordered someone

bald man’s forehead. “Don’t test my

telling you the

subtle nod, the bald man signaled his

her head into a barrel filled with ice–cold water. Every cell in her body screamed in shock, and her mind buzzed on the

The suffocating pressure mounted until her consciousness began to

she was yanked back to the harsh reality, drenched and sputtering, her senses returning as she took greedy, ragged breaths, shivering

talk straight now? Did you have anything to do with Gage’s ‘accident‘?”

her head with fierce determination. Admitting to such an accusation would have dire

another bucket of ice water drenched

it, or we go again. Did

wasn’t me! Even if you torture me to death, I won’t confess to something

deeply, about to react, when suddenly a woman burst in

man turned to her, his demeanor shifting to one of respect. “Ms. Sutton.”

that they knew

Elysia’s brows knitted in suspicion. “Did you set me up? Are these your

all ‘cause of you, and warned him