Runaway Love - Jodi Flanagan (best finance books of all time txt) 📗

father wouldn’t let me out of the house for the longest time, he even took the phone away. By the time I got free from my dad you were taken out of town, and was put in a foster home. I been trying to find you ever since.” I looked at him, “Why?” he looked down at me, “So I can do this.” With that he kissed me. Without really thinking, I got closer to him, and deepened our kiss. Then I felt the handle of his gun and pulled away.
“So what do you want with me?” I said as I took a step away from him. He cleared his throat, “I want to take you with me.” I laughed, “I barely know you anymore, I mean you’re like twenty-two. We were so young.” I shook my head, “Why am I being nice to you, I don’t even know if my foster family is alive.” He sighed and touched my face. “Do you want to see them?” I nodded, “Yes, but after I change.”
Five minutes later, he took me to Kim’s room. He put on a ski mask that was in his back pocket, and opened the door. Kim, Jim, and Katie were all in the bed hugging, Damien was pacing back and forth. I looked at Michael, and whispered, “Can I see them alone I will knock on the door when I am done.” He nodded stiffly and went out the door. The door clicked shut and locked, Damien waited for the door to be locked before he rushed over to me. “Are you ok? I didn’t know what they had done to you, if you were even still alive, if he killed you. I was worried sick, and then Katie started balling her eyes out.” He ran his hands through his hair, “What are they planning on doing with us, with you?” I looked from his family, back to him. “They want me. You and your family will be fine, he just wants me.” I walked over to the bed and took Katie in my arms. I tried to sooth her sobs by whispering comforting words. Her sobs stopped not too long after that, and then I started to say my goodbyes, and Katie started crying again, even Damien looked like he was going to cry.
“Katie, I will be fine. Please don’t worry about me, OK? I know him, they won’t hurt me. We will see each other again, baby girl.” I kissed her forehead. Then I went to Kim. I thanked her, and Jim for letting me stay with her and told them that I know the people that was holding all of us, and that they won’t hurt them, or me. I even told them that the only reason why they used force was to ensure no resistance. I gave her a hug, I finally went to Damien. I gave him a hug, and kissed him, and ignored Kim’s gasp.“I will miss you, but I am glad that I am not dating you.” He asked why, “Because this would be so much harder than it already is.” I gave him a smile and kissed his cheek, “Goodbye for now Damien. You are a great guy you know. Any girl your age would be lucky to have you.” I knocked on the door and Michael pulled me threw just as Damien charged at the door.
He locked the door again and started walking away. Damien was begging me to not do this, and banging on the door. In ten minutes, Damien’s shouts stopped, and in twenty minutes, I was done packing, and Michael and I were getting ready to leave. Michael left me alone with one of his men while he went to unlock their door, and then we went outside, off their property to wait for our ride. It was still dark outside, this whole thing felt so wrong to me.
Chapter 7
Michael and I sat in silence, waiting for the car. When I got so sick of hearing frogs and annoying crickets, I spoke. “So why did you come for me? And where did you know where to find me?”Michael looked at me, “I came to save you and your foster family from the person who is responsible for all of those killings. As for your other question I hacked into your record.” I smiled and looked down at my lap, “All of that trouble for a childhood friend?” Michael gently forced my head to look up to him, “For a childhood crush,” he corrected. I laughed, and playfully hit his shoulder. A few moments passed and we just started kissing.
We were on the side of the road, not even a half mile away from Damien’s house. I almost laughed at the irony knowing that Damien wouldn’t let me go, and I was right under his nose. I grabbed Michael’s black shirt and tugged him toward me as I slowly laid down in the leaves and grass. He got on top of me; his lips never left my skin. He nipped my bottom lip, my ear, and bit my neck, sending shivers all the way down to my toes. I had to admit he was an amazing kisser. I also had to admit that I did feel like a slut, I was falling for two different guys. Damien which was all about the physical relationship, and then Michael who knew more about me than anyone else could. My heart was stuck in the middle of two amazing hot guys.

I knew what I was doing; I was testing the power I had over him. I wanted to see how far he would let me go, and to see my effect I had over him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and raked my nails against his back. I arched up and smiled when I felt the bulge in his pants. I uncurled my legs and pulled away from him. “Tease,” he said, as he ran his hand through his hair. I laughed, “I am not going there with the guy who picked on me for every little thing I said or did. Besides, you are supposed to be dead.” He laughed, “That was a long time ago, Yaya. We aren’t those little kids anymore, and I am not dead. You should be able to tell that I am quite alive. Do I look like the undead?” I shook my head, “Yeah, I guess we aren’t those little kids anymore, because you surely didn’t have those arms when you were thirteen.” I held my hand up and lightly touched his muscles. A car pulled up, and we got up. The driver got out and started whispering to Mike, we got in and drove off. The windows of the van were all black, maybe so I wouldn’t or couldn’t see where we were going. It didn’t matter anyway because my thoughts were focused on Damien. I wanted, and needed to make sure that he was alright, that Katie was alright. I had this sickening feeling that something bad was going to happen and I just hoped that it wasn’t going to be them who got hurt.
Mikey told me to put a hat on. The hat that he handed me was too big for me and towered over my eyes, and hid my face. It was just what they wanted. Michael gently grabbed my elbow and led me to the room. He took off the hat, and kissed me. When he stepped away from me I took in my surroundings.
The room was a standard hotel room, two beds perfectly made, a television set, a few lamps, and a bathroom. At least this one had paintings overhead. I secretly wondered what floor we were on, and if it was a long drop down to safety. I felt Michael’s eyes on me. I brought my gaze up to his, and almost gasped. His eyes were shining with desire. It was my only playing card left, and I was going to play it hard.
I stood on my tiptoes and wrapped my arms around his neck. He pulled me closer to him, and deepened the kiss. I broke away from his mouth long enough to take one last look into his deep gaze. I kissed him again, and then backed away slowly undoing my shirt buttons. I walked over to one of the beds, and took off my shirt. Mikey was still right in the doorway. I gestured him to come closer to me, and he did. His eyes never left me. I undid my jeans, and slid out of them and got on the bed, Mickey followed me onto the bed. He kissed my neck, “Are you sure, Yaya?” He asked while absent mindedly rubbing my leg. I nodded, and he kissed me urgently. He unsnapped my bra, and peeled it off of my shoulders. I smiled at his expression, and wrapped my legs around his waist, and pulled him towards me.
Chapter 8
~Damien~
I was pacing, furious. Taya came into my room scared. I thought that I could protect her from anything while she was in my arms. Of course I never said this to her because it might have scared her off. She seemed utterly content while in my arms, but these men interrupted us, and shot us both with knock out darts. I looked over at my parent’s bed. My baby sister was sitting in between our parents crying. She was so frightened by the men, and what they could do to Taya. She was probably being forced to do unnamable things for the other men, as well as their leader. My heart clenched as my thoughts got more morbid.
I heard footsteps approaching, but said nothing to my family. They were better off on the other side of the bed. The door unlocked and the masked man, the leader, came inside. He looked from my face to people on the bed, then he went back through the door. The door was still opened, but I doubted that it was for our exit. A shadow proved me right, another person was coming in. I held my breath. I was silently praying that he was letting Taya in here with us.
I knew it was her, I knew it the instant I saw her shoes. Still I didn’t move. I looked into her eyes, and saw no signs of torture. I didn’t buy into it, he hurt her. By the way they barged into their home just to get her, they must have done something to her.
The guy shut the door, leaving Taya in the room with us. The moment the door shut and locked, I went to her.
She said that she knew him; the leader, and that we would be fine if we let her go. For some reason my mind never left the image of the man in charge was lodged in my brain. The man in charge was taller than me, and I was about six feet! He also had some major arm muscles that could not go unnoticed by another guy. I knew how Taya likes the older guys, and muscles, so I really didn’t want to think on what that guy and her were doing. It would hurt too much, thinking about her being with someone else. I just watched Taya as she calmed Katie, and dimmed my mother’s worries in a short amount of time. Then she came up to me. After kissing me, and telling me how great of a guy I am, I realized what she was doing. She was saying goodbye.
She went through the door, and I realized that I couldn’t and wouldn’t let her go. As the door locked into place I realized that I loved her. I yelled, and