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I have no idea what’s going on, but could it be Ingrid and Alek were a thing? It sounds like it. He did say Alek owed him. So kidnapping, raping, and murdering me were his way of getting even?
But Oscar didn’t take me to get back at Alek. He did it because of Saint. My eyes widen because he now knows about Saint and me. Oscar seems to read my thoughts and meets my terrified stare. “You’re right. I’m sorry, Alek. I don’t know what came over me. Please accept my apology.”
Alek looks like he’d rather eat glass, but he eventually nods. “Let’s never mention this again. We don’t want anyone else to find out about this indiscretion.”
It’s a threat. If Oscar doesn’t back off, Alek will ruin him.
“Very well. Water under the bridge.”
Like hell it is, but when Oscar trains his eyes my way, he makes it clear he has the upper hand as he knows my secret. He knows without a doubt that Saint is coming for me now that he’s free.
“Can you forgive me, Willow?” The arrogant bastard. He knows I don’t have a choice. If I make a fuss, he will tell Alek about Saint and me. “If there is anything I can do to make it up to you, please let me know.”
This will end in one of our deaths. That is the only way. But for now, I nod. “Let’s go, Alek.”
Alek stands rigid as I can only imagine him leaving is a sign of weakness. If he’d gotten here a second later, god knows what he would have found.
When he doesn’t move, I gently reach for his bicep. “Please. I just want to go home.”
The word is out before I can stop myself, and it’s the first time I have referred to my prison in such a way. Alek’s shoulders eventually drop before he turns around and nods. “Okay.”
Ingrid sniffs, reminding us that she doesn’t have the luxury of leaving. She and Dominic are trapped in this hell forever. Dominic’s back rests against the wall as he clutches his side, breathing deeply through his bloody nose. I can’t leave them to the mercy of Oscar especially after what Dominic did.
He could have been a monster, but he showed humanity. And I have to do the same.
“There is one thing,” I say, hoping this doesn’t backfire. “Don’t punish them.”
Alek is taken aback as I’ve spoken out of line, but he allows it.
Oscar swallows, not happy with my request, but he’s in no position to argue. “You have my word.”
Dominic peers up at me and nods his gratitude. I may have saved him this time, but who will be there the next time and the time after that? Ingrid weeps, covering her beautiful face with her hands. Alek grips my elbow and leads me out the room.
Max stands by the front door with his tail between his legs. He fucked up—epically. When I meet his eyes, if possible, there is more hatred than before. But he opens the door and leads us down the stairs to the idling SUV.
I can’t get in fast enough. Alek slides is after me while Max takes the wheel. The moment he puts the car into drive, I sigh in relief, sagging against the seat. I have never been happier to leave a place. There is silence, but it speaks volumes.
“Are you all right? Did he…” There is no need for him to elaborate.
“No, he didn’t. Dominic didn’t do what he wanted.”
“Son of a bitch,” he mutters under his breath. “So typical of him. Making others do his dirty work. I’m so sorry this has happened. None of it is your fault.” He makes clear who is to blame as he glares at the back of Max’s head. “Luckily, Max was able to do one thing right and called me when he did.”
Max avoids looking at us in the rearview mirror, and instead, he focuses on the road. But that soon changes.
“It’s not Max’s fault,” I say, which has him meeting my eyes with nothing but curiosity plaguing him. “He thought he was doing the right thing. No doubt Oscar lied to him, making him believe you were waiting for me. Oscar is a manipulator. I’ve seen it myself.”
One might ask why I’m saving the ass of the man who delivered me to the devil. The reason is, I need as many allies as I can get now that Oscar knows the truth.
Alek sighs, running a hand down his face. It’s the first time I’ve seen him rattled. “You’re right.”
Max nods, expressing his gratitude. But this doesn’t come without strings attached.
“Goddamn him! I’m so sorry you got caught up in his sick games.” He grips the leather seat beneath him, causing it to squeak under the force. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he actually cares. But he isn’t capable of such a human emotion.
Then why did he save you?says a voice, which I quash down quickly.
“Will he hurt Ingrid and Dominic?”
