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"Because you asked nicely. I'll show you," he says, walking to the table and picking up a small, rectangular device. He pushes a button, and my eyes widen when a large curtain comes into motion. I watch, intrigued, but when it shows what’s on the other side, my right hand covers my mouth, and I let out a high-pitched squeal. I race as fast as the shackles let me to the glass wall. An additional set of tears sting my eyes when I perceive Cole, sitting on a metal chair against the concrete wall in a room similar to mine. Trickles of dried-up blood cover his face. His left eye is closed because of severe bruising, and he's got a laceration above his right eyebrow. He is bound to his chair like an animal: His hands tied behind his back and grey tape covering his mouth.
My god.
He lifts his head and the moment his blue orb locks onto mine, I read relief in his eyes, and it touches me on a soul level.
"Are you okay?" I ask, placing my hand on the glass as he nods.
God, how I long to touch him.
I part my lips to speak, but the man interrupts. With a smug smile, he says, "She's mine now, Walker. You'll never be able to touch her again."
I stare at the bastard. "I don't understand. If you want me, why did you take him?"
I frown at the swine standing with his arms crossed, glaring at us with a satisfying smirk set on his face.
"What is your name?"
His eyes glimmer as I ask this specific question. "I'm David."
Everything in me wants to shout and curse at fucking David, but I remind myself that I'm not in the right position to piss him off. So after a few breaths, I muster the courage to walk closer to where he's standing and say in what I hope passes for a kind tone of voice, "Hello, David."
A sparkle appears in his irises as I say his name. He comes over and places his hand on the glass while glancing at me with lustful puppy eyes.
"You sent me a text through Cole's phone. How did you get hold of it?"
He rubs his palms together and grins. "As most people are creatures of habit, I investigated your behavior pattern by placing trackers on your cars. For weeks I tracked where you park most and where you go on specific days."
"What?"
"Yesterday I followed you to work, and I watched how he made you cry. When I arrived at his car that I intended to damage his car because he hurt you, then when I saw he left his phone on his car's passenger seat, I knew it was a sign to take action. So I broke the window, pulled it out, and sent you the text. I knew you would come. The only thing I had to do was wait."
His eyes widen. "Now, I can finally show you we belong together. I'll treat you a million times better than that man," he says, glaring at Cole.
I glance at my handsome man, whose nostrils flare at David's lustful gawk.
"If that is true, why did you beat me up in that alley?"
His head snaps back to me. "I was upset with you. But I regretted it later," he says in a shrug. "So to make it right, I sent you a gift."
I frown my brows at his words.A gift? Oh my god.A shiver runs through me when I remember. "You mean that box with the dress and the picture of me with blood coming from my eyes?"
His face gets serious. "The red was meant symbolically for the passion pouring out of your beautiful emerald irises."
I swallow the bile that's rising at his disturbing and sickening words. But it's his truth.God, he's an even bigger psycho than I thought.
"That bastard disturbed our first date. If you hadn't interrupted that night at Six-Pack, she would have danced with me, and she would have fallen in love with me! But you always want what's mine! I’ve let you get away with it then, but not this time."
My palms get sweaty at the intense fevered stare David sends Cole. This man carries deep hatred, and I need to know why, because the way Cole narrows his eyes tells me he doesn't understand what David's referring to.
After gathering my confidence, I step towards David. "I’m sorry to ask, but what did Cole do to you the first time?"
David snaps his eyes from Cole, and paces sideways, mumbling to himself. My breath halts when his head shoots my way and we make eye contact. His grey orbs resemble suffocating, thick smoky clouds that arise from an intense fire.
"That man destroyed my family!"
From the corner of my eye, I notice how Cole gazes at him, trying to unravel the meaning behind his words. So since he's unable to speak, I keep asking questions to get clarification. David's flaring nostrils tell me to be careful not to provoke him.
"I don't understand. How did Cole destroy your family?"
