Chapter 22

4. Hostage Of The Mysterious Hunk

“Ryder?” She asked herself inwardly as her vision went black and the smell of leather hit her nostrils, coupled with the hot air enveloping her in the stuffiness of the trunk.

Ryder was his name; that had to be it.

Soon, she sensed the car's movement as they hit the road, and panic struck in her guts.

Her first instinct was to scream and let him know she was trapped in his trunk; even though it sounded sensible, she wouldn't miss a golden opportunity like this to tail him to wherever he was headed.

It was either now or never.

By the way, what did she plan on saying if he asked how she got in there in the first place? He'd probably report her to the cops for trespassing.

And that was the last thing she needed.

Feeling her surroundings with her elbow,

“Ahh!” She yelped when a screwdriver pricked her elbow as he took a rough U-turn.

Did he change plans? She was about to ponder o