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try to ruin other people’s lives.
    “Yes.” He smiled at her.
    That he found amusement in telling her, made Denby sick. He had ruined the world because of a vendetta against a scared teenage girl. “Normal, strong people would’ve built a bridge and gotten over it.”
    “I’m not like anyone else. I’m unique. I’m a leader among men who follow my every word.”
    Not only was it terrifying that he said it, but he believed it was true. “You’re an asshole.”
    He waved his hand dismissively. “Your opinion is irrelevant to me. However, as you’re my daughter—Jacobson’s daughter—I need to keep you in check so you don’t make me look bad. Your running around doing as you please is a problem I intend to solve right now.”
    “How? Going to marry me off to some man who’ll impregnate me so it makes you look normal to your followers? If so, I have to tell you, father, you’re playing with yourself.”
    He made a grab for her arm. “You will come with me.”
    Denby side stepped him. “Oh, fuck off.” There was no way she would go with him.
    He seemed unperturbed. “Gentlemen,” he called out. The front doors to the car opened. Two large men dressed in suits stepped out. “Please teach my daughter some manners.”
    Denby had no time to think or move as she was grabbed by the two men and slammed to the ground. She wanted to scream out in pain as one of them drove his knee into the small of her back to hold her down while the other pulled her feet up behind her. Denby swore and bucked up to get them off her but they were big, hard and merciless. She felt a rough rope cinch her feet tightly together as her hands were dragged behind her and she was hog-tied and helpless.
    “See what the consequences of not obeying your father are?”
    “Fuck off!” she roared as they picked her up. Her limbs were on fire due to the awkward angle and the tightness of the rope.
    Her father walked around the car and opened the trunk. “Dump her in here.”
    Denby was thrown, face first, like a bag of garbage into the trunk of the car. She had landed hard, her nose smacking into floor. She felt the blood dripping down. The lid slammed shut and she was trapped. She rolled onto her side and looked wildly around her, the fear of suffocation racing through her. It was dark and cramped. While she could just see the lever, which was installed on all new cars to pop the trunk, there was no way she could reach it tied up as she was. When the car started, Denby knew she had no hope of escaping. She was their prisoner and her father was making sure she knew it.
    After a bone shaking, body bruising trip where she was thrown aimlessly around the small compartment, the car stopped. She was dragged out. Denby saw the planes and knew she was at an airport. She yelled and screamed. People looked at her bloody face, bound body and disheveled appearance but no one reacted. She wondered how much her father paid them or how much they feared him. She was carried by the two men to a nearby, private plane, up the stairs and dumped inside on the floor. Denby landed hard but made no sound of the pain which tore through her. There was no way she would let them know what she felt. They stood beside her and waited for their leader to appear.
    “You’re a mess.” Her father stepped over her and sat down on an expensively upholstered seat.
    She didn’t doubt it. Denby could taste the blood on her lips and her hair was in her eyes. She was still trussed up, hands and legs together behind her back.
    Her father buckled his belt and crossed his legs. “If you can behave you can have a seat.”
    “Did I tell you to fuck off before? If so, it still goes,” she responded in her best smart ass voice.
    Her words were greeted with a hard kick to her ribs by one of the men. Denby refused to cry out.
    Her father picked up a newspaper. “You’ll learn, my dear daughter, hatred for me is what I thrive on.”

Chapter Three
    In Brisbane she had been imprisoned