Sometimes a Shadow 3

excessica publishing

Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 12,500
1 Ratings (4.0)

Valerie Mitford discovers the luxury life of the rich and famous has its dangers and becoming the personal assistant to the handsome Max Vonderburg may be a mistake that will cost her life.

When a long simmering family feud comes to a boil, Valerie is caught in the middle and becomes a pawn in the plot to destroy the strange man she's fallen in love with.

Can she survive the disaster that engulfs her only to face something worse and lose lose everything she hopes for?

Part 3 of 3 Approx 12,500 words

Sometimes a Shadow 3
1 Ratings (4.0)

Sometimes a Shadow 3

excessica publishing

Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 12,500
1 Ratings (4.0)
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Beaten. Kidnapped. Bounced around on the floor of a van for an hour. The throbbing pain in my ribs stabbed at me every time we hit a pothole. Eve and Kelly lay next to me, not speaking.

Finally, we pulled to a stop. I looked around, straining to see beyond the black hood covering my eyes. The doors slid open and I felt strong hands grab me and jerk me upright. My side screamed in pain as they pulled me out of the van and I staggered, trying to catch my balance.

Beside me, Eve snarled a curse. “You shits. Take you hands off me!”

I heard the smack of a slap and one of the men said, “Shut up, bitch.”

Junior’s whiney voice snapped out. “Bring them.”

We stumbling along and I heard doors opening, then closing behind us. We stopped and someone snatched my hood off. I looked at Eve. A small trickle of blood ran down the corner of her mouth. Kelly looked terrified.

Junior stood in front of us and held his arms out expansively. “Welcome to my humble home, or should I say, my little dungeon.”

The place reeked of stale sex and old urine. Smaller than the dungeon at the Vonderburg chateau, even smaller than the one at Max’s place, it was simply a basement, but nevertheless contained its share of cages and benches. Whips and chains decorated the walls. I looked to one side and spotted a gynecologist’s exam table. Beside it on a cart, lay rows of surgical instruments. A single narrow window, painted over with white paint stood high on one wall.

“Take their cuffs off. They’re not going anywhere.”

One of the guards unlocked our cuffs and I immediately pressed my left arm to my side trying to ease the pain.

Eve rubbed her wrists as she glared a Junior. “Max and Sterling will come for us.”

“No, dear Auntie. Sterling will listen to Max and Maxie boy won’t try anything stupid. I’m in control now and I’m finally going to get the respect I deserve, the respect you never gave me.”

Junior opened the door to one of the larger cages and ordered. “Strip, bitches.”

We glanced at each other and started removing our clothes. Kelly hurried and finished first.

“Get in.”

She glanced at Eve, then knelt and crawled inside.

Eve dropped her simple sundress to her ankles and stepped out of it, then helped me finish unbutton my blouse and slacks.

I leaned on her shoulder as I wiggled my legs free and kicked the slacks aside.

Junior motioned toward the cage. “Hurry up!”

We knelt down and crawled inside.

Junior padlocked the door.

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