Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 168

I heard Mark's gentle voice coming through my headphones. "Jane, have you thought about that thing we talked about?"

I found myself smiling a little. "Not quite yet."

Then, a sleek black SUV rounded the corner, heading straight for me. Instinctively, I stepped back, but the vehicle suddenly sped up, stopping beside me.

Screech! The tires grated against the pavement in a jarring symphony.

Frowning, I was about to sidestep when a young man sporting a baseball cap swung the car door open and strode toward me. Before I knew it, he had clamped his hand over my mouth and nose.

"What are you..." It took no more than five seconds. I didn’t even finish my words or have a moment to resist, let alone run.

The strong scent of chloroform overwhelmed me. In just a few seconds, darkness claimed me. My headphones dropped in their rough handling.

...

When I came to, my mind was foggy, my limbs weak. I couldn't even lift my arms. Barely able to pry my eyes open, I surveyed my surroundings. I was still in the black SUV, tossed into a corner of the backseat with my hands and feet bound. My forehead rested against the window. It was dark outside, the streets barely visible.

But I could tell we were on the outskirts of the city. Four people were in the car, including the driver. And the guy with the baseball cap was among them.

He was the first to notice I was awake, and his voice sounded raspy, "Finally awake, huh?"

"I told you, this girl looked frail. She didn't need that much, but you had to overdo it. Luckily, she woke up, or it'd be on you," the driver, a middle-aged man, commented.

"A hindsight expert!" snapped the raspy-voiced man.