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I felt dizzy and groggy. My stomach was turning, and just the thought of opening my eyes was enough to make me want to hurl. Body parts that I wasn’t even sure I’d felt pain in before were hurting and aching. Or maybe it wasn’t specific parts. Maybe it was just every part of me.
“Wake up, Meyah,” someone cooed.
A voice I recognized.
Which for a moment made me feel relaxed.
Until I started to wonder where I knew it from. That thought sent a strange chill through my body. It was that feeling you got when a piece of ice touched your skin. For a moment it electrified your senses, it was cold, it made you shudder. But the longer it was held there, the more the feeling of coldness disappeared, and it started to cause you pain.
It burned, it stung.
You desperately wanted it gone.
I fought to force my eyes open, just managing to crack them enough to see a glass of water being thrown in my face. I gasped as the wave hit me, inhaling some of the liquid. It dripped into my eyes as I choked and spluttered, fighting to replace it with air so I could breathe.
If I could only get my hands free, wipe my face, see what was going on. My hands wouldn’t budge, each pull was more painful than the last with what felt like rope rubbing my skin raw.
There was laughter in the room.
A handful of voices.
Men.
People were getting a kick out of watching me fighting to breathe.
“God, someone pick her up, please. Before she vomits all over the floor.” A few seconds later, my body was lifted and jostled around before being placed in a chair. I could feel the leather on my hands behind me, it was slick and luxurious. I blinked furiously as I tried to get some kind of vision back. I don’t know what I’d been given, or drugged with, or how hard they’d hit me—that was all a complete mystery to me—but I was finding it really hard to focus and control my body like I normally would.
Slowly things got brighter, the outline of the world around me wasn’t so fuzzy.
My stomach clenched as I coughed again, this time, the voice wasn’t wrong. I almost did vomit. And while I held it all down, not wanting to add one more thing to this humiliation, part of me wondered whether I should have just let it rain all over what seemed like expensive everything.
My body slumped in the chair, the position awkward and not what I would class as comfortable, but it wasn’t being drowned to death on the floor.
“You know, you look a lot like your mother,” the deep voice commented thoughtfully. For a second, I wasn’t quite sure whether he was even talking to me, his body appearing in my line of sight. My eyes moved up his outline, taking note of the dark suit, the perfect way it was pressed, the diamond cufflinks that he twisted and fiddled with unconsciously. “Yes. You have Carly’s lips. Perfect. Pouty. Drove every man inside my club crazy.”
My heart stopped.
Isiah stared down at me as though he was looking back at the past. His eyes were glazed, giving him this soft, almost loving gaze. And even though he was staring directly at me, I knew it wasn’t me he was seeing.
One blink, and the look was gone.
Disappearing in a flash.
Replaced by a malicious and taunting smile. “Bet Huntsman didn’t share that part with you, did he?” Isiah spat, leaning in closer. “Didn’t share with you how he was one of my closest friends. How I considered him a brother, his family… my family. And then how he stole the woman I loved out from underneath me.”
I wanted to vomit again.
He couldn’t fucking mean what I thought he meant.
That he and my mother had been a couple?
That Mom had actual feelings for this psychotic piece of garbage?
I shook my head. I didn’t want to believe that it was true. That she could have been fooled by any part of his sick and twisted persona.
I’d heard the stories Romeo had told me what this man was capable of.
He nodded, a devious smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. He found absolute delight in this, and that wasn’t all. He had more up his sleeve. His eyes were excited, gleaming with mischief.
