Kidnapped by the Billionaire - Jackie Ashenden Page 0,1

be bothered with yet another fight right now. He’d rather shoot her and be done with it.

Elijah pressed the gun firmly into her back. “Eyes front. We’re getting out right here.”

A visible tremble shook her, and for a minute he wondered if she’d be stupid enough or afraid enough to ignore him and scream. Which would put a major fucking wrench in the works.

He cocked the gun. Kept the cold smile on his face. “Make the right decision, princess.”

She paled. Her gaze flickered again, then abruptly she turned back to the doors.

Excellent. At least one thing was going right for him today.

The train stopped and the doors opened, and Violet got out with him close behind her. “Head for the exit,” he murmured as they moved through the crowded platform. “Nod if you understand.”

She didn’t turn this time, but gave a jerky nod.

Keeping the gun pressed firmly into her back, he stayed close as they made their way to the escalators, people oblivious around them, all the while keeping an eye out for anyone tailing them. He wasn’t fool enough to believe that just because he’d lost the men Rutherford had sent out after him, he was safe. No, not after the fight the other man had put up back at Fitzgerald’s apartment.

His shoulder ached at the memory, but Elijah ignored the pain. Focused instead on the massive, black, volcanic rage that filled him. Rage at seeing the man he’d been chasing for seven years die from a gunshot wound to the head.

Everything he’d done, everything he’d worked for, gone in the blink of an eye.

Because that fucking bitch Eva King had taken his revenge from him.

He should have killed her up in that apartment, but he hadn’t. He’d let her go to catch Fitzgerald off guard, to break the impasse Rutherford and King had gotten themselves into.

He’d expected Rutherford to go for Eva to protect her, but none of them had done what they were supposed to do. Eva wasn’t supposed to shoot Fitzgerald in the head. She was supposed to collapse in a heap of fear and Rutherford was supposed to protect her while Elijah took the shot at Fitzgerald instead.

But none of it had gone to plan. Eva had taken up the gun and shot Fitzgerald, and then Rutherford had turned on him. Then Rutherford had shot him.

Fucking prick.

The bullet had gone through his shoulder and it hurt like a bastard, but Elijah was used to ignoring pain. After picking up the Colt from the dead body of the security guard on his way out of the building, he’d found an alley to hide in, ripping his shirt apart to use as a makeshift bandage while he put his coat on over the top. Then he’d had to think on the fly, try to remember what his backup plan was supposed to be if everything turned to shit.

He’d had to work fast, find Violet quickly, because once her father’s death was discovered, the police would be all over it and not only would his element of surprise be gone, but she’d be protected. And not only by the police.

Violet Fitzgerald’s best friend was Honor St. James, a member of the group who’d fucked up his revenge plans, and once Honor knew Fitzgerald was dead, she’d be running to her friend to make sure she was okay.

Which wasn’t going to happen. At least not now at any rate.

As they came up out of the subway station, the icy wind of a late New York winter crawled under the overcoat he wore, sending tendrils of cold over the bare skin of his torso. He considered the sensation, then discarded it. He would have to get inside and out of the wind to deal with his wound soon enough, but he could manage for now. It wasn’t as if his hostage was any danger to him.

Almost as soon as the thought crossed his mind, Violet made a sudden lunge to the left.

Stupid girl. Even with a gunshot wound his reflexes were better than most Navy SEALs.

He shot out a hand and grabbed her arm, hauling her back against him while jamming the muzzle of the Colt hard into her side.

“Bad move, princess,” he hissed in her ear. “Do it again and I’ll shoot you right here and now.”

She was trembling, he could feel it. “W-W-Why are you doing this?” she stammered, her voice hoarse and ragged with fear. “W-What did I do?”

“Just shut up and do as you’re told and