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I'm floating through space…a black void, so to speak, when I see a vision of her. It's always of her. Whether I'm awake or sleeping, Ryan is on my mind 24/7. Once again, it's our wedding day, and she's standing in a white V-neck t-shirt and black leggings with her favorite pair of chucks on her feet. It isn't anything fancy by any means, but she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, so what she's wearing makes no difference.
"By the power vested in me by the state of California, I now pronounce you husband and wife," the Judge says as I stand on pins and needles, waiting to hear these words.
I reach out and grab my new wife, kissing her with all my love. It gets heated, and before I embarrass Ryan, I pull away just enough to press my forehead to hers. "I love you, Ryan Huntley."
I remember how my eyes stung from just the depth of the emotion Ryan put into her response. "I love you, too, my husband." Those words spoken from the delectable mouth of the woman I love will be forever seared into my heart and intricately woven throughout the fabric of my soul.
My head throbs as a nearby clanking reverberates through me. I'm lying on something cold and hard. Blinking, my eyes finally open, but it's to more darkness. Shadows dance upon the walls as whatever little light comes in through a small, high window.
As my eyes begin to focus more, I realize that, somehow, I have finally found my way into the basement. However, it's not by my choice, as my brain registers the fact that I'm trapped behind a set of metal bars.You have got to be fucking kidding me!The knot on the back of my head also tells me that I didn't come down here of my own free will.
Seven
Lyle brings me my meals daily, never saying a word to me. Refusing to answer my questions, a smirk is all I receive from him whenever I try. I'm beginning to understand that I may not be leaving here any time soon. What I did was stupid, but I couldn't stand there and allow my uncle to do that to a helpless man.
If my uncle would come down here, I could try talking to him. Try and get him to understand that it was just instinct, maybe tell him I thought he was in pain or something…anything just to get out of here. Unfortunately, as the weeks go by, I never see my uncle, not once.
I'm down here by myself, which makes me wonder if the woman was only down here because I was up there. I guess that's a good thing, though. At least she is no longer stuck down here by herself anymore. I am, though. I'm so alone that my mind plays tricks on me quite often, and I start to believe that others are down here with me as I carry on a conversation with nobody.
I had found a piece of broken brick in the corner the second day I was down here and started carving in the days. I honestly didn't think I was going to be kept down here. I assumed my uncle was trying to teach me a lesson, but I knew I was in trouble as the days and weeks went by.
Today's tally marks an entire month of being down here.
When I hear the door at the top of the stairs open, I assume it's Lyle, but the walk alone is different. Whoever it is isn't wearing Lyle's boots that thud across the floor when he walks. To my surprise, my uncle appears, dragging the woman with him. Throwing her in the cell across from me, I see that not only is she blindfolded, but she's wearing a ball gag in her mouth, and her wrists are cuffed at her waist.
"You wait right there until I'm ready for you, slut. I need to have a word with our boy here." Liam turns and stands before my cell. "I'm disappointed in you, Beau. I really thought I could welcome you into my home. I thought you were going to be like a son to me."
"What do you mean?" I play dumb and stand, rushing to the bars. "I was starting to think of you as the father I never had growing up. I'm sorry I stopped you that day. It looked like Grandfather was in pain…"
"Oh, stop with the fucking act, will you?" Liam sneers and then holds up something that causes me to go motionless.
"Give that back!" I reach out through the bars and try to snatch the locket out of his hand, but he's too fast.
His grin is wicked as he begins to pace back and forth. "I had me a hay day going through your personal things. I found it funny that you had all those burner phones, yet an actual phone was hidden inside your bag. I won't bother asking you why because, frankly, I don't give a fuck."
"If that's the case, let me out of here, and I'll leave…"
Liam laughs wickedly. "Oh gosh, no. You need to stay because I'm dying to know what those bastards end up doing to yourprecious sister, Ryan, is it?"
I curse.
"Oh, yes. When I found the locket and the picture in your visor, I started digging. I applaud you for trying to throw me off about your feelings for your stepsister. Sadly, you do still remind me of me, Beau. You figured me out quickly and played me…well done."
"Liam…"
"Shut the fuck up!" He growls through clenched teeth, "I will say when you can talk, got it?"
I glare at the son of a bitch.
"Now, I assume you heard about the Huntley Heir Curse, and that's why you're here. You want to know how it started, and you're trying to find a way to get your girl back. The truth is, yeah, I fucked their whore of a mother and knocked her up. The stupid bitch was supposed to be on birth control."
I sit back down on the thin mattress on the floor and wait for him to go on. I've been waiting for this after all, but a lot of good it will do me when I'm locked away down here. Liam gets a kick out of the way I shoot daggers at him, not letting it bother him one bit.
"I needed the union with my fiancée because she would make me a wealthy man. Of course, I was already rich to an extent, but if someone waves a shit ton of money at you, you take it, right?" He chuckles briefly before getting serious again. "Franco D'Angelo didn’t give two shits about his wife, so I don't know why he came after my fiancée after his wife shot herself. It's not my fault he married a whore."
"My mother died because ofyou!"I sneer, not caring that he didn't give me permission.
The bastard smirks, then shrugs. "Your mother was a whore from the wrong family, and if she were alive today, she'd still be a whore." He turns to the woman in the cell across from me. "Isn't that right? Once a whore, always a whore!" Turning back to me, he continues, "Her daughters would be the same unless sent to a nunnery because they wouldn't fall far from the tree. Your mother is better off dead."
