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CHAPTEREIGHT
WHATEVER I DID… Whatever this is… Please help me.
Luca had been sending up prayers all day, and though they’d gotten him out of dungeon hell, he was still a prisoner. Albeit somewhere a little nicer, with an actual bed and a shower, but there was still the threat of Dom and the nightmare twins somewhere nearby, and he’d already learned the hard way that it wouldn’t be easy to leave.
He dropped his clasped hands down to his knees, noticing the angry marks around his wrists. That and his neck were sore as hell—really, his whole body was—and though a hot shower sounded like heaven, there was no way he was getting undressed and letting his guard down. Not when someone could walk in at any moment, not when he didn’t know what would happen next.
Shit, were there cameras in here? Were they watching his every move? Glancing around the room, he didn’t notice any obvious cameras, but that didn’t mean they weren’t there.
Kidnapped. Confined. Watched. Injured by the biggest bodyguard he’d ever seen. Luca was someone’s prisoner.Prisoner.It didn’t sound real. This wasn’t something that happened, yet he hadn’t woken up to find life was back to normal as he knew it.
God, had it only been a day since he woke up in that room? It felt like his body had been running on adrenaline for a week, and even now, the thought of just standing up felt like it would exert so much effort he’d fall over.
He tried to keep his eyes open, but exhaustion was pulling him under.
Stay awake…Just stay awake…
LUCA WOKE TO blinding light as the sun poured in from the open curtains. For a moment, he thought he was back in his dorm room, the whole crazy nightmare something that would fade when he opened his eyes.
Instead, he looked up at the ceiling to see a chandelier still burning bright above him, and with a gasp, he bolted up in the bed.
Oh God…not a dream. Not a dream.
He quickly scanned the room, breathing a sigh of relief to see it was empty, but that reassurance was short-lived when he realized someone was probably standing guard outside his door. Collapsing back on the bed, Luca fought the sting of tears. Right now he should be at his first rotation, the one he’d worked so hard for. They’d think he was skipping out, that he didn’t care about general surgery, when that couldn’t be further from the truth. Would anyone come by his dorm to check on him? Silas? A professor?
The thought of losing his spot made him sick to his stomach. Between being held hostage by a madman and getting kicked out of medical school, he couldn’t decide which was worse.
No. Fuck this. I’m getting answers and I’m getting the hell out of here.
He pushed up off the still-made bed and caught sight of himself in the long, horizontal mirror on the wall. He was still dressed in his outfit from yesterday, though his white shirt looked a little worse for wear. At least he’d thrown on his leather jacket before heading out, which had probably saved him a few bruises from the twins’ unrelenting grip.
Luca stepped in closer to the mirror, noticing the dark shadows under his eyes. He looked like shit. He felt like shit. And—as his stomach began to protest loudly—he was hungry as shit.
He headed into the bathroom, eyeing the large tiled shower wistfully. No time for that, not to mention he didn’t have a change of clothes, so he made quick work and splashed some cold water on his face to get ready for whatever he was about to encounter.
If he was able to leave his room.
Luca took a deep breath and ran a hand over his short hair, then squeezed the back of his neck. He needed to keep his wits about him. Listen, pay attention, don’t piss that Dom guy off. Then maybe, just maybe, he’d live to see another day.
With that in mind, he quietly made his way out of the bathroom, determined to see if the bedroom door was unlocked. He was halfway across the room to the door when—
“Rise and shine. I hope you’re hungry!”
—it pushed open, and a clean-cut guy in grey slacks, a navy crew neck, and a white apron stepped inside.
The man, and what he’d just said, was so unexpected, so out of left field, that Luca’s brain had difficulty playing catch-up.
“Ah, there you are. Luca, am I right?”
Um, what the hell is this? And who?Luca took in the guy’s easygoing smile, short, perfectly styled, sandy-colored hair, and blue eyes, and thought he might’ve slipped into some kind of alternate reality. The man bore no resemblance to the terrifying men Luca had been surrounded by last night. But as the man took a step toward him, Luca automatically took one back.
“Hey, hey.” The man held his hands up, and Luca noted a spatula in his right one. “No need to be jumpy. I was just coming to see if you wanted some grub.”
“Grub?”
“Yeah.” The guy smirked as he lowered his hands, then gestured over his shoulder. “Breakfast. You gotta be hungry after last night.”
As if it knew Luca was about to protest, his stomach growled, reminding him not to look a gift horse in the mouth. But at the same time, this all seemed a little too good to be true… Didn’t it?
