“You need help?” his
deep voice queried, but he kept his stride, giving the girl the impression that
it made no difference to him how she answered.
The girl looked up
at him, and then back at the rig with the sign that she could not quite make
out, and which she could barely remember passing on the Interstate. She made
one more quick study of the heavy stupid jack in her small hands. She was not
even sure if there was another part to it. “Yes, please,” she blurted in
relief. Not wanting to sound totally ill prepared, she smiled shyly at the
handsome trucker, and said, “I have road service, but I can’t get a signal on
my cell phone out here.”
She held out the
jack and Dillon took it from her. He tossed it onto the pavement by the
driver’s door where it landed with a solid thud. “That’s why I use rest areas,
sweetheart.”
The girl’s eyes
widened, and Dillon covered her opening mouth with his gloved hand. This had
been a painful lesson he had learned after the second abduction, when the young
woman he had been capturing had bitten into his palm. Dillon had to quickly
knot his kerchief around the wound before any blood could drip. His identity
would be discovered from the DNA that was on file from the time he had worked
at the prison.
Dillon pulled the
girl back against his broad chest while he took the silver tape out of his
pocket and began wrapping it around her head. He pushed her into the back of
the car and used one hand on her shoulder blades to fold her over. They always
reached behind themselves first, before trying to rip the tape off their mouths
or push up from the trunk floor. It was something that made no sense to him,
but it made it easier to snag at least one wrist and tape it, until he could
grab the other one.
The girl was
screaming and sobbing behind the gag, furiously shaking her head and trying to
buck up out of the trunk to face him. Duct tape loosened with water, but Dillon
always wrapped it around their head three times to make sure that it held. This
one was a fighter, and she kicked backwards in frightened rage. Dillon barely
felt the pressure of her sneaker against the top of his boot. With her hands
secured behind her back, he lifted her hips and pushed her deeper into the
boxes she had stashed with supplies to bring back to school. Her mind stalled…
shocked into terrified panic as she wondered if the man meant to lock her into
the trunk… and the temporary halt to her kicking made it easy for Dillon to
roll down her socks and tape her ankles together.
He grabbed the back
of her tee-shirt and pulled her up. By the time Dillon turned her, the fearful
crying eyes were losing their angry rage and had begun pleading with him. He
hoisted her over his shoulder and walked towards the driver’s door. After reaching
into the car for her purse to grab her wallet, he noted that her cell phone was
resting in the cup holder. Dillon was careful not to take them, and he would
have checked the pockets in those too short, too tight cutoffs if he had not
found it. He scanned the area one more time, and then carried his prey back to
the semi.
Dillon tossed her
into the sleeper behind the seats, and she felt herself sink down into the soft
mattress. The flannel covered pad enveloped her body, and it forced her to turn
her head so that she could breathe. The shuddering, frightened sobs made Dillon
itch to have her, but he never varied his method, and he pulled her ankles
towards her wrists to tape them together behind her back. He would alter her
traveling position when he stopped at the next rest stop, because he knew that
too much time spent in one location increased the chance of another weary,
piss-filled traveler pulling into the secluded area and remembering him or his
rig.
Dillon liked games,
and he was better at devising strategy than anyone he knew… especially the
police, who had no information after two years and nine abductions. They never
would catch him, because once Dillon trained his victims, he took a paying load
of slaughter horses down to Mexico with an obedient slave drugged and sleeping
under the mattress in the cab. Vehicles were checked more thoroughly coming
into the States… not crossing the border south to leave.
REVIEWS
All Romance
Submitted By: sweetbrigid on Oct 10, 2011
I love to read
semi-truck driver themed books (except the gay ones) and this one was great. I
thought the plot and set up for the abduction of the girls was great and
realistic. The truck and trucking discriptions was realistic ( I use to
drive)and there was a plot! Alot of sex books lack a strong plot. This book is
worth the read