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But he beats me to it. “Don’t even think about it. The child lock is on. Seems appropriate.”
“What’s your problem?” I snap, glaring at yet another captor of mine.
“I have no problem. I just don’t like you.”
“I’m sorry,” I sarcastically quip. “Have we met?”
“Believe me, I’ve tried to keep our interactions to a minimum. But when Alek calls…”
“Then what beef could you possibly have with me? I’m sorry if Zoey was your friend, but it’s not my fault she’s gone.”
“Enough talking!” he says in a raised voice. “Thisisall your fault. Zoey was discarded and punished horribly because of you. She doesn’t deserve that.”
“And I deserve this?” I question, spreading my arms out wide. “I don’t want to be here.”
“That’s what they all say,” he mutters, turning to look out the window. “But you’re different. Alek allows you this…freedom, and I don’t understand why.”
“Freedom?” I scoff, unable to contain my anger. “Is this what you call freedom? Being here against my own will? I will happily,happilyleave. Just give me an out and I’m gone.”
He doesn’t entertain me further. We travel the rest of the journey in silence.
I’ve become accustomed to traveling in the darkness. Like a thief in the night, that’s how I live my life these days. We drive out of the city and into a clearly upperclass neighborhood. My palms begin to sweat. Why does Alek want me to meet him out here? I’m hardly dressed for a late-night gathering.
If we are to reach our destination soon, I need to act now. “What’s the problem? Now that Zoey’s free of Alek, you can visit her anytime you like,” I say to the man whose name I still don’t know.
He tenses when he hears me utter her name. “I don’t know where she is because, thanks to you, Alek threw her out like some street whore. Does that bother you in the slightest?”
Damn, there goes that idea. I thought he may have disclosed her location.
Putting my game face on, I shrug as I can’t draw attention to my interest in Saint. “No. She can go to hell for all I care. She’s the reason I’m here. Maybe if she wasn’t such a crazy bitch, Alek would have kept her around.”
I hear the whack before I feel the stinging pain in my cheek.
“Don’t you ever speak that way about her again!”
I move my jaw from side to side as I cradle my face. How dare this motherfucker put his hands on me.
Without thought, I cup my hand and jab him in the throat. A strangled wheeze leaves him as I’ve caught him unaware. Saint’s training has come in handy.
Even though he gasps, face turning a deep crimson, he reaches out, ready to throttle me, but I’m prepared and am about to strike out again.
“Touch me again. I dare you,” I challenge, primed on gouging out his eyeballs.
“Max!” the driver exclaims, looking at us in the rearview mirror in horror. His warning settles the war—for now.
No matter how much I am despised, Alek’s men know better than to lay their hands on me. But it seems Max’s affection for Zoey knows no bounds. And I can use that.
My assailant, Max, has just become a pawn. He doesn’t know where Zoey is, but I may be able to find out from Sara if Saint reveals where they are. Just what would he do for this piece of information?
But now is not the time to barter with him because when a tall steel double gate slowly opens, it seems I’ve reached my destination. I look from left to right as this mansion has to belong to someone of importance.
The gardens are green and vast, and the imposing house looms in the distance. To anyone else looking in, they’d be impressed with what they see, but to me, I just see yet another jail. The driver parks the car and speaks to Max in Russian.
“Let’s go.” Max is still breathless, thanks to me punching him in the throat, but he grips my bicep and drags me out of the car.
“Whose house is this?” My question remains unanswered. He continues hauling me around until we reach the front door. It opens without him ringing the doorbell.
The man who stands before me reveals I am in so much trouble.
