Dirty Quinn - a romantic suspense (Dirty Darlings - The Beginning, Book Three) by Denise Wells

Author:Denise Wells [Wells, Denise]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-04-20T16:00:00+00:00

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Quinn

There was a time I thought I’d never get enough sleep to feel fully rested. When anxiety riddled my mind with persevering thoughts that kept me awake until the late hours of the night. And when the only decent slumber to be had seemed like the few moments immediately before my alarm went off. Now I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t rested.

Which is not to say that I’m feeling my best and able to act to my fullest potential. I’m so far from that. I’m hungry, thirsty, dirty, exhausted, awake, angered, and defeated. I can’t imagine why I thought being abducted was a good idea. It’s a terrible one. There is nothing remotely enticing about the situation I’m in.

It’s nothing like I’d ever seen on TV. Not that I was including the really bad movies or TV shows when I thought about this. Despite my rules, I at once set aside such scenarios as Silence of the Lambs or anything Ted Bundy related when I imagined being in captivity. And, instead, thought of it more like a forced break from reality that included cable TV and a normal bathroom with running water. Kind of like when they seclude people who are going to testify right before they go to court.

The accommodations aren’t the best or the most comfortable, but at least everything you need is included. But here, well, that’s not the case at all. Minute melds into minute, blending into hour after hour until entire days have passed, and here, I sit. On this drab, threadbare mattress, hoping beyond hope that someone will find me, someone like Reed or Daria. Mack even. Whoever it needs to be to get me out of this and back home again.

I promise to never think of my existence as dull and boring. I won’t ask to be a Dirty Darling any longer. I won’t even work at the bar if Daria doesn’t really want me there. I just want to go back to the way things were however many days ago it was when I was still at home and things were normal. When the direst thing I had to worry about was whether Reed would call the morning after we had sex.

Now I have to worry about things like water and food. Basic survival. All the while hoping no one comes in to force themselves on me. I’ve seen the way the big guy looks at me. I don’t like it. I can’t imagine anyone would. I also have to worry how long I’ve been here. Because while you think it would be easy to gauge the passing of time, it’s really not.

Maybe if I had a window and could see the sun rising and falling, it would be different. But that’s not the case. With no way to mark time as it passes, it’s easy to lose track. Not so much that I think I’ve been here a year or anything. But definitely to where I have no idea if it’s been a week or two.

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