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What the hell is my problem?
Swinging my legs out of the bed, I rest my head in my hands, noticing my head is pounding. I drank far too much last night and I desperately need a drink of water. I grab my cell phone off the nightstand to find I have no messages from Olivia. Clearly she isn’t concerned that I didn’t return last night.
I walk over to the door and grab a robe off the back of it, wrapping myself in it and slipping my cell into the pocket before leaving Isiah sleeping. The apartment is huge as I try to remember which way we came in and past the kitchen. Once I’m almost all the way back to where I’m sure we entered, I notice a door is ajar to my left.
Out of curiosity, I push it open and step inside. All the blood in my body drains as I’m confronted by a huge police-style board with pictures of my entire family pinned to it.
“What the fuck?”
I advance further, noticing that there are notes under each of our names. My brow furrows as I step closer and read the text under my name.
Twenty-two years old. Virgin. Easy target.
I clench my fists by my sides, rage coursing through my veins.
Easy target?
I fumble in the pockets of my robe and grab my cell phone, snapping photos of Isiah’s creepy board.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?” Isiah’s voice is calm and yet somehow more deadly than ever before.
I let out a yelp, almost dropping my cell phone as I spin around to face him. “I was trying to find the kitchen to get a glass of water. But I think the more important question is why the hell is my family on some kind of murder board in your apartment?!”
I shudder as I realize whatever Isiah’s intentions are toward me and my family, it’s not good. He wants to hurt us, and I’m determined to find out why.
He watches me quietly for a few beats before stepping closer. “Get. Out.” He says the two words separately, glaring at me.
“Not until you give me an explanation.”
He shakes his head and starts forward again, grabbing my arm and dragging me out of the room. “Go back to Washington today, Bella.”
“No. Aunt Olivia and I are here until Monday, so you can go fuck yourself!” Rage so prudent runs through my veins and it’s unlike anything I’ve felt before. “Don’t think this isn’t going straight back to my dad.” I hold the cell phone up and instantly regret it as his eyes darken.
“On second thought, I’m not letting you out until you delete whatever is on that mobile phone.” He shuts the door behind him and every muscle in my body tenses.
I fumble with the phone, trying to send the images via a multimedia message to my family chat, but my hands are shaking too much. “Stay away!” I shout as he advances toward me.
Before I can steady my nerves, he’s grabbed the phone out of my hand and thrown it against the wall, smashing it into pieces. “That solves that issue.”
“You bastard!” I slam my fists into his hard chest over and over, rage and fear mixing together as I struggle to contain my emotions.
Isiah just stands in front of me like a wall of stone, taking punch after punch. “You can hit me all you like, love. It won’t change anything.” He grabs my wrists then and I feel the fight whoosh out of me, sickness replacing it as I wonder what the hell Isiah Darcy wants from my family.
Why is he targeting us?
“Why are you doing this to us?”
“Doing what?” he asks.
I signal to the board. “What’s your ulterior motive for marrying me?”
He shakes his head. “I just like to have a good understanding of people who I’m about to become partners with. It’s that simple.”
“Bullshit!”
He yanks me closer and wraps his large palm around my throat, squeezing. “Do you want me to discipline you again?”
I shudder. “Definitely not.”
