White Wedding by Stacy Claflin

Author:Stacy Claflin
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Stacy Claflin

Chapter 21

Damon grabbed a hardback and held it close. It would have to do—it was as close to a weapon as he was going to get.

The footsteps thundering down the stairs stopped outside the room.

Damon’s mouth went dry. A book wouldn’t protect him, and he didn’t have time to put anything back into the boxes. His only hope was that whoever was coming in would be too distracted to notice what he’d been doing. It was dim enough, and he’d started going through boxes in the back.

Maybe someone was just bringing him food. His stomach rumbled at the thought, despite his racing heart.

Click, click.

Damon stepped away from the open boxes and kept the hardback close, but low. He stood behind some sealed boxes.

The door opened. The same guy from before stepped inside.

“You bringing food?” Damon asked. “I’m hungry.”

“Shut up.”

Damon squeezed the book, more than eager to hit him across the face with it.

The man looked around, didn’t seem to notice the open boxes. “What have you been doing?”

“What do you think? A whole lot of nothing!”

“Watch your tone, or you won’t get anything to eat.”

“Why are you holding me? If you’re trying to blackmail my dad, it isn’t going to work. He doesn’t care about me.”

“That’s for sure.”

Damon stepped closer. “Why, then?”

“Stay where you are!”

He stopped. “Did he order you to take me? At least tell me what’s going on! You’ve been holding me for days.”

“He was right—you really are a whiny little girl.”

Damon’s mouth dropped open. “Excuse me?”

“I told you to shut up!”

Anger pulsated through Damon. He could hardly see straight. There was nothing he could do about his dad, but he could do something about the loser in front of him.

Damon dropped the book, balled his fists, and ran toward the creep. Punched him across the face. Pummeled him from the other side as his head rolled from the first hit. Damon took advantage of his distraction and ran past him, shoved him out of the way. Raced up the stairs.

The front door was just out of reach.

“Stop him!” called the guy he’d just struck.

Damon reached for the knob. Turned it.

Voices sounded from the main level. They shouted for him to stop.

His heart nearly leaped into his throat, but he managed to open the door. Darted outside. Slammed the door shut. It was dusk. Not dark enough to hide easily, but he could use it to his advantage.

Footsteps and shouting sounded from inside.

Damon burst into a run and raced behind his dad’s black car which hadn’t been moved since before the arrest. He ducked down then bolted for a tree. Hid behind it, peeked around the trunk. The door was open, and three men were looking around. But not in his direction. Not yet.

He scrambled toward the woods. Kept low, quiet. Drew in as much fresh air as he could. He hadn’t realized how stale it was downstairs. And who knew how long he’d been breathing it.

Yelling sounded. They shouted his name.

Idiots. No, the neighbors weren’t close. But if any were outside, they would hear the shouting.

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