Jordan's Redemption: Bad Boy Mafia Dark Romance book (The Generals' Sons 2) Read Free Page B

free herself.
    "Making sure you don’t escape again." He said covering her mouth with duct tape, preventing her from speaking, before restraining her ankles as well. "You shouldn’t have tried to escape." She mumbled her denial, but he paid no attention to her. "You just managed to end the good life you had been enjoying." He continued with a pleased smile. He picked up his cell phone and called someone. "Got her, boss. On my way back."
    Ashley knew Wilson hated her guts, what she didn’t understand was why he assumed she was escaping. Well, yes, she was escaping from Nicholas and Hernandez, but not from Jordan, she would never escape from Jordan, not only because that would endanger her mother, but because she didn’t want to. A dreadful thought crossed her mind and she cringed with fear. Could it be possible Wilson was working for the Marquez? That was the only logical answer, but she didn’t even want to consider that possibility. It was too horrible.
    The ride back to wherever they were going wasn’t too long. Soon she realized there was a helicopter in the next field, and Wilson carried her over his shoulder to the vehicle, buckling the seat belts around her and himself before they lifted off.
    She was feeling desperate, by then, not knowing what to expect, or what was waiting for her at the end of the road. She just wanted to close her eyes and forget the past few days had ever happened.
    After what seemed like centuries, they finally arrived. The helicopter landed on a roof, and she wasn’t sure where they were, but soon she recognized the gardens and sighed with relief. They were back at Jordan's.
    Wilson carried her inside the house and downstairs ignoring her muffled protests and angered cries.
    He dropped her rudely on the floor, and she turned to look at him furiously.
    "Where did you find her?" Jordan's voice, made her turn around immediately. Wilson had dropped her at his feet. She raised her eyes to look at him, protesting through the tape. But he never looked at her, and a chill ran down her spine.
    "In San Carlos. I had picked up her signal on the highway, and after making sure she was on a bus, and what its destiny was, I simply flew there and waited for her, like you told me, boss." Wilson explained.
    "Was she with someone?" Jordan asked.
    "No, boss, she came out of the bus alone."
    "I still want you to trace the call she received and investigate the taxi that picked her up on the street." He ordered, his eyes never glancing at the squirming figure at his feet.
    "Yes, boss, I'll get to it." Wilson accepted.
    "Good. Take her out of my sight. I'll take care of her later." Jordan said, and walked away leaving her on the floor.
    "Jordan!" she cried out through the tape, but either he didn’t listen or simply didn’t care.
    "No use calling him, puta. You've lost all the privileges you ever had with him." Wilson said, picking her up again and taking her to a basement similar to the one they had in the island house. She went all the way there screaming through the tape, trying to loosen it from her mouth to no avail. He dropped her inside of a small cell and ripped the tape out of her mouth.
    "Wilson, please…" she started speaking through ragged gasps.
    A hard slap crossed her face, shutting her up, efficiently. "Señor Wilson, for you, puta."
    Burning tears ran down her cheeks as pain radiated through her face. "Why are you doing this?" she whispered, sobbing.
    "You shouldn’t have escaped." He answered, turning to walk out of the cell.
    "Escaped from where? From Hernandez?" she asked, trying to make sense of what he was saying.
    He glanced at her with scorn."I'm talking about yesterday, stupid cunt. Did you really think you would be able to escape from Jordan?" he asked, and without waiting for her answer, he left and locked the door.
    Ashley was so shocked that it took her brain a few minutes to understand what had happened. When she had left the house the morning of the previous day, they thought