All Chapters of Kidnapping the Mayor’s Daughter: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Dare “You threw me!” she screams, her voice trembling with rage as I step down from the garbage truck. “I could have died!” “But you didn’t,” I say flatly. “Let’s go.” “I’m not going anywhere with you!” Her defiance is infuriating, but this isn’t a negotiation. Grabbing her arm, I drag her along despite her struggles. She pulls against my grip, but it’s pointless—I’m not letting go. Mark is starting to get on my nerves. If I weren’t cornered with her in tow, I would’ve torn through those men and killed him myself, consequences be damned. But things are different now. I miss the days when my decisions didn’t come with strings attached. No responsibilities. No vulnerabilities. I could kill her right here if I wanted, but the thought of Mark or anyone else getting their hands on her twists something dark inside me. She makes me greedy. Possessive, if you want to call it that. She drives me insane. A week with her and I’m addicted, obsessed. The idea of losing her is unbearable, ev

Sky Kayla's voice rang out behind me, loud as she counted. “Twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine…” I sprinted toward the house, my heart pounding with excitement. The sun was beginning to dip behind the trees, casting long shadows over Mrs. Klaus garden. I pushed the door open quietly, careful not to let it slam and give away my position. Inside, the smell of roasted chicken and freshly baked bread filled the air. Mrs. Klaus was in the dining room, carefully laying out plates and silverware. She looked up as I darted past, her expression half-amused and half-stern. “No running in the house, Sky,” she warned. “I’m playing hide-and-seek with Kayla!” I whispered back, my tone conspiratorial, as though it excused everything. Mrs. Klaus rolled her eyes but waved me off. “Just don’t break anything.” I nodded and moved quickly through the living room, scanning for the perfect hiding spot. The cabinet by the bookshelf caught my eye. It was just big enough for me to squeeze into if I

Dare I sit on the edge of the couch, phone in hand, watching her sleep. She’s peaceful, unaware of everything happening around her. My obsession with her has grown so deep I can’t bring myself to leave the room. "Mark has gone Rogue searching for you, he raided the house yesterday with his men” Theo informs me over the line. Going Rogue is something I have done several times, especially when my target proves to be impossible. I would take a break from the pact and venture on my own. Right now, Mark has decided to make me his personal vendetta and this will only end until one of us dies. Good to see that he is putting everything that I taught him to use. “He still suspect you in the killing of Mr G” A suspicion will remain a suspicion until there is evidence proven. I had made sure that there was no loose end when I kill Mr Klaus and his family. My men are trustworthy and wouldn’t say a word and the only witness to the crime is right here with me. And I haven’t given her the privi

DareThe room reeked of whiskey and smoke, the kind of atmosphere that suffocated but promised danger. I didn’t bother knocking as I pushed the door open, guiding Sky by the wrist like a lamb to slaughter. Her steps faltered, but I didn’t slow down. The first room on the left—it’s where they always were.Inside, the air felt heavier, laced with tension and secrets no one dared to write down. Five men sat scattered around, the predators in their lair. Three were alone, their eyes predatory even without focus. One man leaned back in his chair, a woman perched on his thigh like an accessory. Another sat beside him, delicate fingers wrapped around the stem of a wine glass. He plucked it from her hand, barely sparing her a glance as he set it on the table, an afterthought.I didn’t stop until I reached the couch pressed against the far wall, the center of their attention. I sank into it, pulling Sky down beside me. Just I sat down with Sky by my side, the discussion continued.“Have you h

SkyMen. Men. Men. Just the thought of them turns my stomach, makes my skin crawl. The things they do, the way they talk, as if the world is theirs for the taking.I used to think life was a fairy tale—school, parties, love. But this world? It’s a rotting pit, and once you’re in, there’s no crawling out.My mess? It’s Dare.For a moment, I thought those men might save me from him. Maybe there was hope. Maybe someone would care. But no. They’re all the same. Cowards, spineless cowards, who see women as nothing more than pawns in their twisted game of control.I sat there, listening to them brag about their power, their influence, their egos spilling out like poison. And Dare? He basked in it. Not a single man in that room dared to challenge him.I sit now, trapped in his car, wishing I’d let that short man—Christoph—take me instead. At least he looked like he had something to prove. But when I remember how he stared at me with lust in his eyes, I knew I was better off with Dare than hi