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Chapter Twenty-Seven
Igroaned as I woke up. My head was pounding, and my mouth was dry. “What the hell?” I muttered. The last thing I remember was seeing Zane swing at the back of my head.
“There’s water on the table,” a voice called.
I screamed and jumped back slightly, my back hit the headboard of a bed, as I scurried as far away from the voice as possible.
“Zane,” I breathed out, placing a hand on my chest. “What the fuck did you do?”
The room that I was in was pitch black, and lit up only by some light streaming in from a window. I breathed out a sigh of relief. Zane may have kidnapped me, but at least I wasn’t in a basement somewhere.
“I’m sorry I had to hit you,” he said, though his voice lacked any sort of remorse. He didn’t seem to be the person who I had met at the party. There was a darkness that marred his all-American features.
“Why am I here?” I asked. I took a deep breath as I tried to calm my quickly beating heart. I had seen enough true crime to know that the best way to stay alive was to continue to remind Zane that I was a human being. I couldn’t do that if I was having a meltdown.
“You really have no idea? Do you?”
I bit the inside of my lip to try and keep calm. “I wouldn’t be asking you if I knew anything,” I said. “Why am I here? What do you want from me?” I wanted to stay calm, but I could feel myself spiraling. Zane had rubbed me the wrong way, but he hadn’t come off as dangerous to me.
Clearly, I had been wrong.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said. “So you can calm down.”
“You’ve already hurt me.” I pressed a hand to the back of my head. I had a knot, but I didn’t feel any blood on my scalp. I was thankful for that.
“I knew that you weren’t going to come with me willingly. Anastasia scared you for no reason.”
I looked closely at Zane trying to see if I recognized him, but I didn’t. There was only a few years difference between the two of us, and he was handsome enough that I wouldn’t have forgotten his face.
“Who are you?” I asked. I was scared. I knew that the mafia were my family's enemies, but now, I was the wife of the Don, and I knew that Zane wasn’t part of the family.
Was there a new player in town? I wondered. Even shrouded in darkness, Zane still looked like a typical Columbia frat boy. Clearly, he wasn’t, so that begged the question of who exactly Zane was, and why he took me hostage.
“I’ll let your mother tell you that,” he said. He looked at his phone, and his brow furrowed at whatever he read.
I stayed quiet. I wasn’t surprised that my mother was somehow involved in this. It made sense considering Anastasia’s presence. But I still didn’t understand what she or Zane wanted from me.
“Why are you doing this to me?” I asked. I hated how weak my voice sounded. I didn’t want to be so weak, but I was. I was truly scared of what Zane and my mother had planned for me.
Zane shook his head. “You should be grateful,” he told me.
“For what? For the fact that you have kidnapped me?”
Zane rolled his eyes. “You are being dramatic.”
My mouth dropped open in shock at his statement. I might be dramatic, but Zane was delusional. “I want to go home,” I told him. I stood up in an effort to show Zane that I meant business.
Considering I was so much smaller than him, the action was laughable. But still, I had to do something. I wasn’t going to just sit here and allow Zane to think that I would roll over and cry.
“You are home,” he said.
I pursed my lips. “That’s creepy and untrue. You are telling me that you haven’t kidnapped me, so please just let me go.”
“I can’t do that,” Zane said.
“Why?”
“Because your mother wants you with her.”
