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“Are you cold?” He asked me, as he rounded behind me to push.
“A little.”
“Yeah, you lost a ton of blood.” He cleared his throat. “Lea Bonifacio,” he leaned down to my ear, “your cousin,” he whispered as if I had forgotten, “had to do a vein-to-vein blood donation.”
I lifted my head to him. “So?”
Brett sighed. “You have AB+ blood types. The rarest kind. I don’t think they suspected anything, but that’s another clue of your parentage, if they ever stop to think about it.” He started to push the wheelchair out the open door. “I’d say that you might need to tell them who you are soon. Just be aware.”
As Brett wheeled me down into a foyer, then a hallway covered in old looking paintings, he continued to talk.
“We stumbled into a full house. Everyone is back from Turkey.”
“They’re all safe?” I asked eagerly.
My cousins. Leo and Lea Bonifacio were here. Lea was the girlfriend of Callum MacLachlan, who was Alastair’s business partner at Caledonia Security. And they were here, and safe.
“Shouldn’t we leave?” I asked, my hand shaking at the possibility of seeing them.
“Maybe.” Brett said, and didn’t elaborate further. He wound me through some hallways until we got to a door with a staircase. “It’s going to get bumpy kiddo, I’m sorry.”
Brett set us up, so that we were going down the stairs backwards, the wheels of my chair jostling me at each step. I moaned.
“You utter twat!” I heard from the bottom of the stairs. It was Alastair’s sinful voice that got under my skin and heated my blood. He rushed up the stairs, pressing himself against the wall of the narrow steps to get around us. I thought that he would keep walking up the stairs, but instead, he squatted down in front of me, his eyes concerned. He grabbed the legs of the chair and lifted it up. Together, Brett and Alastair walked me down the stairs.
Alastair got into Brett’s face the moment I was safely on the ground.
“You could have made her worse, you prick!” He was spitting mad. “She’s got stitches and a concussion, for fuck’s sake!”
“Relax, lover boy.” Brett said, narrowing his eyes, his chest expanding as he tried to make use of his one inch advantage of Alastair.
“I’ll fucking knock you on your ass. I swear to God.” Alastair’s voice was strained.
“Go fuck yourself.” Brett said, and I couldn’t help but laugh a little. So much for the truce.
I heard a masculine scream that reverberated through the underground chasm we were in. Then there was the sound of metal hitting flesh. The jangle of chains. Then another scream.
“Stop, please!” A voice begged. It sounded young.
“Go fuck yourself.” Another challenged.
Both were met with a laugh. “C’est magnifique!”
My eyes widened. I turned to Brett, who just shrugged. “We brought your friends home for a sleepover.”
My eyes widened as he wheeled me down the corridor. There was a large door, like what would be in a medieval dungeon, held together by large iron bolts. Alastair opened the door. The clang of the bolt coming undone was loud and ominous.
A chill sent goosebumps up my arms. Not from fear, but from excitement. I was eager to get revenge. I could taste it, like a morsel of finely cooked meat.
As Brett pushed me through, Alastair looked at the ground. His eyes only flicked up for one moment, but then turned away.
This final room was terrible. Cold. Like an ice box. The floor was covered in plastic, and in the middle were three men hung by their wrists, their toes on the ground. They were hung up like pieces of meat in a butcher’s freezer.
The most grizzly sight was in the middle, the man whose arms were uneven, a blade still lodged in his right eye.
“I wanted you to be awake before we played with them,” Brett said, stepping beside me. I looked at him, and he looked back with a small smile. “Unfortunately, the middle one is breathing, but he’ll be useless. But the other two…”
Alastair put his fist around his blade and, with a jerk, pulled it from the man’s eye. Blood spurted out onto Alastair’s suit, staining his white shirt. But he didn’t recoil or react. He simply looked at the blade as the man before him gave the last sputters of life before exhaling, deflating into death.
