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"W-Where am I?" I stuttered adamantly."Well I wouldn't be very smart if I told our hostage where we were, would I?" His voice bounced across the dark room "Who are you?""I guess it wouldn't hurt to give you a few answers," he mused. His hand reached up to the wall and flicked a switch. "Jason." The light bulb in the ceiling slowly flickered a few times before turning on, bleakly illuminating the small suffocating room. I saw his face, "Jason McClane," he finished.•Carmella Martinez was just expecting another dull day on her way to the bank.What she wasn't expecting was to find herself being held at gun point by a certain hazel-eyed criminal in the middle of a robbery. Nor was being dragged into the back of a van by him and his masked accomplice apart of her plan for the day.When she wakes up, she's not where she hoped. Escaping and trying not to get killed were the only things on her mind. But that was a lot harder when she had such a fiery attitude that came with her Latino background. Her blood constantly surged with rage whenever she was around her temperamental, agitating, and not to mention, gorgeous kidnapper; Jason McClane.But when the two angry foes are stuck in each other's proximity, it's hard to avoid each other. What happens when they start getting to know one another? Is Jason really the volatile, aggressive, jerk Carmella thought he was?Yes. But she was starting to understand why.•This story is packed with action, crime, romance, suspense, drama and mystery. Sound like your cup of tea? ☕️Then it's definitely worth the read!#1 in Robbery - 1/18#1 in Banter - 6/18#2 in Heist - 5/18#2 in Hostage - 6/18#14 in Kidnap - 7/18#25 in Kidnapping - 1/19#31 in Crime - 5/18#3 in Abuse - 6/18#16 in Stockholm Syndrome- 9/18• WARNING: Contains abusive content - Read at your own risk…

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"How much for the night?" He pressed her against the wall taking her by surprise.She could see the pain and hurt in his glistening eyes. He wanted to forget. He needed to forget. But she knew he wasn't thinking straight and she knew he would regret this later. "I don't think-"He kissed her neck earning himself a moan. "How much?" He continued kissing.How could she refuse this man? He was gorgeous, he was young, he was rich. He was nothing like the sleazy men she had to sleep with just to afford her rent. She didn't want to miss out on this opportunity. No one as attractive as him was ever going to approach her again. For the first time in her life she didn't mind being a hooker tonight, if meant catching this fish.~Supposed to be a short story, I really have no idea where I'm going with this. Story idea was mildly inspired by Pretty Woman. Love that movie~…