Page 26 of Craving Sin

“Why did Rian take you?” he asks, as he begins chopping potatoes.

“I don’t know.”

“What happened? Tell me everything.”

“I was working a graveyard shift at the hospital. I’d seen him in the cafeteria, then he was following me through the parking lot when I got off work. I stopped to confront him, someone tried to kill him, he forced me into my car and brought me here.”

“I’m taking that, by the way.”

“Why the hell are you taking my car?”

“Because I can,” he answers simply. “You’d never seen Rian before then?”

“Not that I remember.”

“He didn’t tell you why he took you?”

“Because I’m a physician and he’d been shot? Oh, and I know he shot someone, though I guess it was self-defense. Maybe you should be asking him these questions.” But then, I assume he did, and he hadn’t been satisfied with Rian’s answers.

“Is he fucking you?”

“What? No. God no. I just told you I’ve never seen him before.” What’s with all these questions? “Plus, I don’t think he swings that way.” Though I assume his friend would know.

“You want to fuck him?”

“Jesus.” I shake my head. “No. He disgusts me. You both do.”

He gives a humorless chuckle. “You don’t have to worry about me wanting to fuck you.”

I roll my eyes. “Because there’s something wrong with fucking men?” I ask.

“Because I don’t fuck anyone,” he replies, and honestly, I’m struck silent by his confession. That’s not something I’ve ever had a person come out and say to me before.

“Oh,” is all I say. It’s not my finest moment, so I add, “There’s nothing wrong with that. With being asexual or anything.”

“Fuck off, Doc,” he says, reminding me that I have no reason to be kind to this man.

I turn away, putting my head down on the table. My newest captor doesn’t say anything else to me as he continues cooking. I must doze for a bit because before I know it, he’s nudging me with a plate that has fried potatoes and a burger on it.

My stomach growls.

I pull the plate from him and immediately start eating. C does the same, but from his spot standing in the kitchen.

“You’re off for the next three days,” he says, just as I take a bite of my burger.

“How the hell do you know that?”

“I know a lot about you now…name, address, phone number, date of birth. Last boyfriend was Hector. It didn’t end well. He cheated, correct?”

My spine stiffens. “Fuck you.”

“You bite back. I like it. You’re going to call into work tomorrow, needing more time off. I also know that you don’t have a lot of friends, don’t go out much, and lucky for us, it will be a while before anyone in your life realizes you’re missing…except maybe your father. He could be a problem. Killing the governor won’t be easy, but we can do it. Don’t make us have to do it, Preston.”

“Don’t. Call. Me. That,” I bite out.

“That’s interesting. Why not? There’s not a lot of information out there about you and your dad…other than it just being the two of you after your mother’s death. Are you close?”

“None of your fucking business.” I give him a hard stare.