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Confused, ill, and groggy, she stared around. It was so cold and dark. Fear filled her as the room spun.
“Wakey, wakey, Lottie,” a sing-song voice urged. “It’s time to chat.”
A heavy foot prodded her back and she groaned.
“Sit up, bitch,” the voice changed, growing nastier, more demanding.
She turned her head, gasping as she saw Michael looming over her.
What the fuck? What is he doing here?
“Why are we even bothering with her?” the feminine voice whined. “We should just get rid of Liam and voila, the money will be all ours.”
“Mother, how many times do I have to explain this? We can’t get rid of Liam. He’s got ties to the Irish mafia. His grandfather and uncles will come after us.”
She let out a huff of breath. “So? We’ll be long gone.”
“And how do we get Liam’s money if we’re not here?”
“It will all go to your father. He can send it to us.”
Wow. She was really dumb.
“Liam wouldn’t leave his money to his father,” Lottie said. “Stupid bitch.”
Slap!
Pain burst across her face, making her gasp.
“Mother, stop!” Michael complained as Lottie pulled herself up. She felt weak and out of it, Michael had obviously drugged her. But she didn’t want to be lying down with these people. She needed to be ready to run at any opportunity. Once she was sitting, she glanced around. They appeared to be in some concrete room. There were no windows and only one door.
Awesome.
“She’s right. Liam would have left his money to the little asshole he’s married to,” Michael said.
“Then we kill him too.”
“Which would likely leave the money tied up in court, with us fighting his family. No, this is simpler.”
“What is? Kidnapping her again?”
“What? Again? You . . . you kidnapped me the first time?” she asked.
“Michael did,” Eleanor said. “But instead of telling me what he did, he got involved with that whiny little rat, Campbell.”
Campbell, the man who had held her for those ten days. Who’d touched her. She shuddered.
“Do you know what he did to me?” she whispered to Michael.
He smiled. “Of course. He recorded it for me.”
Her stomach rolled again, and she vomited until nothing was left inside her to come up.
“So why didn’t the ransom demand go to Regent?”
“I knew he wanted you. Liam. I saw the way he looked at you at that dinner. And I overheard him and Nico talking about you. His money should be mine. He lorded it over me, never giving me what I was due. Always lecturing me on what I should be doing, on how to be better. Then he heard me on the phone to Campbell saying the word ransom. Campbell was getting cold feet about the whole ransom thing. So I spun Liam a story and he bought it. I mean, it was poetic justice, right? That he gave me money I was already owed. With the money your brother had already given me, it made for a nice nest egg.”
“What? What do you mean?”
