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Suddenly, someone giggled.
Yes, giggled.
I sat up and turned my head toward the noise. Someone was in here with me.
“Let me out!” I pleaded, crawling over toward the sound, only to bump into a bunch of metal bars. I knelt against them and desperately tried to see through the blindfold once more. “Please, let me out! Please, I’ll do anything.”
A man chuckled to my left this time. “You can scream all you want, just like Skylar did.”
My chest tightened, my throat closing.
“No,” I whispered, shaking my head and pathetically scrambling back to the wall again. “No, you can’t do this! You can’t kill me. I have a family. Please, I … I want to see them again.”
Memories of Mateo and Mom drifted through my head. All I wanted was to hold them one last time, to draw them closer to me and breathe in their scent, to hear them laugh, to watch Mateo scream at his video game with Mom.
Those moments were everything to me. Fucking everything.
And Blaise …
Another whimper escaped my throat.
“Blaise …”
If this was the end of my life, if they really did plan to kill me right here and right now, then I would never see him again. I wouldn’t get to publish my book or ride a skateboard alongside him. He’d be left alone in this world that he thought didn’t love him.
I leaned against the wall and cried. “I need to see Blaise. Please.”
There was so much that I wanted to tell him, so much that heneededto hear. I didn’t just love that boy. Blaise Harleen was everything to me. Blaise Harleen had given me confidence and happiness and so much fucking love that my insides exploded with warmth every time I was with him.
I love him, I mouthed to myself, wishing he could hear me. “I fucking love him.”
Suddenly, a door opened, letting in a gust of wind. I listened for any sign of life outside these concrete walls, of any way that I could get out or cry for help. I couldn’t die like this. I fucking couldn’t.
Waves crashing against the shore drifted through the room. The familiar scent of the beach—Mom had taken Mateo and me when we were younger—wandered into my nose. I sat up and swallowed hard.
Did they plan on killing me and throwing me into the ocean, never to be found?
“Please, let me go,” I begged again.
I didn’t know how many people were here with me because it certainly wasn’t only Jim. That giggle from earlier and that man’s deep voice. Whoever had just walked into the room. There were easily at least three or four people here.
Maybe even more.
Even if I tried to fight, I wouldn’t survive this.
“Let me go,” I cried, making one final plea. “I’ll do anything.”
“Of course you will,” a woman said, her voice familiar. “The mob owns you now.”
“W-what?” I whispered, heart pounding inside me. “What do you mean? Th-the mob?”
Another giggle drifted through the room, the same one from earlier.
“You can thank your mother for this, Vera Rodriguez. If she had kept her scummy hands off my husband and if you’d stayed away from my son, you wouldn’t be here.”
Oh my God.
Blaise’s … mother.
