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It had been only a couple hours from the time I left him to the time I was attacked and kidnapped.
I should have known that Felix had people watching me. I should have known that they were going to come for me the moment that I was alone.
I was stupid. I thought that I was going to be safe.
After all these years, I know better than to leave myself vulnerable but I did it anyway.
I’m even more sorry because I won’t be able to tell Jovan how much I regret leaving him. That I won’t tell him once again how much I love him.
I pace around the room, looking for anything that I might be able to use. All of the knobs and handles are securely bolted in. There are no rogue pairs of scissors or tweezers left in the drawers.
Felix and his men thought of everything they needed to remove before locking me in here. I sigh and run my hands through my hair, wincing when my fingers brush against the bump on my head.
Fucking idiot.
Getting hit over the head had been my own stupid fault. I had turned my back on Felix long enough to try and reach for the gun Kennedy kept hidden in her nightstand and he had taken the opportunity to bring a lamp down on me.
It had been mildly ironic to me at the time but now I’m just pissed off.
There has to be something here that I can use.
I get on my hands and knees, crawling along the floor. I check the base of the cabinets for any loose piece of wood before making my way over to the bed frame.
As I run my hands along the metal bed frame, I look for anything that might be loose enough to pull off. When my hand finally catches on a piece of metal, hope starts to soar within me.
I’m not going down without a fucking fight.
I get up and head to the door, pressing my ear against the wood and listening for a few minutes. When I don’t hear anyone nearby, I go back to the bed and start pulling on the piece of metal.
Though I get a shallow cut on my hand from the sharp edge, I manage to pull off a piece that is nearly a foot long. One of the ends has a nice point to it and another side is fairly sharp.
It’s not much, but it will be enough to protect myself.
“Alright, honey,” Felix says as he walks into the room with a man at his side. “It’s showtime. Your little boyfriend should be here soon and then we are all going to play a game. It’s going to be a fun game, I think. Although, maybe if you’re nice, I might let you live. You could be useful to me.”
“Go to hell,” I say as I sit on the edge of the bed.
Beneath the sheet I have draped over my lap, I hold the piece of metal. Felix looks at me, his beady eyes traveling my body, but he doesn’t linger on my lap.
“Honey,” Felix says, his tone patronizing as the other man stalks over to me. “I’ve been to hell and back. However, you’re going to find out what happens to people who disrespect me. Jovan may be willing to put up with it, but I’m not.”
As the man lunges for me, I stand up with my piece of metal. He shouts as I drive the metal upward, into his torso. His hands clasp his torso as blood begins to pour through his fingers.
I pull the piece of metal out as the man stumbles toward the bed. As I drive the metal through his neck, my heart races. I feel like I’m going to throw up but I do my best to keep the rising bile down.
Felix claps as the man’s blood spills across the bed. “Very good, Hadley. I wasn’t sure that you had it in you. Of course, you are your parents’ daughter. Your mother would have done the same thing if I didn’t make sure she was kept too high to turn on me.”
My stomach plummets as I face Felix, the blood-covered weapon in my hand. Based on the look on his face, I’m not going to be able to attack him the same way I did to his man. I don’t have the element of surprise on my side any longer.
“Come now, Hadley. You had to know that your parents were connected to the Domingos cartel. I used to come and go from your home all the time when you were a little girl. When I was hiding out there, we used to play with your dolls. You would make up the wildest stories.”
Even though I don’t want to believe him — and I don’t remember anything about him being in my home — a little voice in the back of my mind says that he’s telling the truth.
It wouldn’t be the first time I repressed my memories.
“Losing your parents is one of my biggest regrets,” Felix says, grinning as he leans against one of the cabinets and crosses his arms.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t remember any of that.”
