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She wasn’t that important to me, but she was too Willow, and I needed an insurance policy for the future.
“Have you found anything else on her?” I slipped my phone back into my pocket.
“I’m waiting on a phone call, then I should know something,” Enrique replied. I nodded and took another sip of my drink. I’d be gone all day again.
There was too much shit I needed to keep track of. Most of the Capos did exceptionally handling what needed to be handled on their own, but I had worked too goddamn hard to fix all my father’s greedy fuck ups to relax right now.
I had stocked the house with food, and Willow wasn’t confined to a room like a caged animal. That would have to be good enough for now.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The same smell of fresh coffee greeted me when I woke the next morning. I blinked the sleep from my eyes and glared through the bright sunlight, looking around the room.
Pierce was gone. After he had used his hand to make me come, he sat watching me until I fell asleep. I had been completely aware of him holding me when he finally lay down himself. His firm, defined body pressed into mine, his strong arms securely wrapped around me.
I was ashamed to admit it had felt…nice. The scent of him lingered on my skin.
No one had ever held me like that before. Abigail was the only person who ever even hugged me. She was my best friend, the sister I once had, reincarnated as a sweet, spunky soul. I missed her. It felt like I’d been gone for months instead of two days.
I pulled my knees to my chest and stared blankly across the room. There was no one to blame for this situation other than myself. I knew having anything to do with Pierce would end badly, but I never expected him to kidnap me.
If I hadn’t followed Pierce…no, if I hadn’t let him fuck me in his office, I wouldn’t be here right now. But why was I here? It had to go beyond him wanting to break me, whatever the hell that meant.
What if Seth did have something to do with Jackson Serban’s death? It wasn’t impossible to believe.
I saw Seth as my father, and sometimes that made me forget who he really was.
He was probably organizing a manhunt by now to find me, but I wasn’t holding out much hope for that. If he knew Pierce had me, I’d have been rescued the first night I got here.
Running my fingers through my hair, I got out of bed and slipped on my robe. I searched the entire house from top to bottom, even going as far as swinging the barstools at the windows. That didn’t get me anything but a half-broken chair.
There was a total of three locked doors in the house. One I assumed went to the garage, and the other two were isolated on the other side. I wondered how long he had been planning this. The place had clearly been proofed for this purpose. Or, Pierce was a psycho, and this was a sick hobby of his. I sincerely that wasn’t the case.
A clock hanging in the living room read eleven-thirty. I scrubbed my hands over my face, as if that would ease the pounding in my head. Standing from the couch, I made my way over to the kitchen and began to open the cabinets that someone had stocked with food.
I found a loaf of bread and put together a cold cut, before grabbing a can of tea from the fridge. As I ate my sandwich, I went over all my and Pierce’s interactions. Every little word I had ever said to him, and vice versa. He was so arrogantly charming, so flawlessly put together.
He hid his dark side incredibly well. He also clearly had secrets, and he thought I did as well, but all I had was a shameful past I couldn’t bring myself to tell him about. I was ashamed to tell the man who kidnapped me about my past. Yeah, I had my own set of issues, for sure.
When I was done eating, I pitched everything in the trash. I don’t know what made me open the freezer. Bored curiosity, I suppose. At first glance, it looked like a regular run of the mill ice box, stocked with foods I couldn’t imagine Pierce eating.
It was the large Ziploc bag wedged in the back corner that prickled my curiosity. I reached in and pulled it out. It wasn’t heavy, but it wasn’t exactly light, either. It had to have been there at least a few days. There was freezer frost on the outside of it.
I turned it over, studying it, trying to figure out what I was looking at. It was the pulmonary veins and aorta that gave it away.
