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Omar
With a pounding heart and pants that were far too tight, I forced myself to walk calmly down the hall. I hadn’t made it more than a few feet before I heard a wail from behind me.So, my little bunny finally broke, huh?Seeing Lyse Rojas naked, with her body practically begging for me, should have been easy to turn down. She was the goddamn enemy, after all, but all those luscious, untouched curves cried out to me. It would have been a shame to turn her down entirely, and if she was going to act like a slut, who was I to treat her any differently?
I ignored Lyse’s crying and headed to my office on the main floor. It was time for my check-in call with Lili. “Should I pick up Ms. Lyse’s tray in a little while?” Helena asked as I passed by.
I shrugged. “Do what you like.” Felix had three more days to come up with a plan to get me home; if not, she was a dead woman anyway. “If you want her fed, you’ll need to take her food from now on. I can’t be bothered.”
Helena squawked at my response, but I ignored her. I kept walking to my office, took out yet another burner phone and called my sister. She picked up immediately. “Idiota,” she hissed as a way of greeting.
“Hola. How’s Angel?”
Lili made a sound like an angry cat. “No better,” she said. “The doctors still have him sedated; they’re too afraid to wean him off right now. And the police returned with a warrant this morning to search the house.”
“Did they find anything?”
“No, moron. They’re looking for you!”
Shit, of course. “How’s Emma holding up?”
“I’m worried. She’s so stressed out, and her blood pressure—” Her words were choked off, and I could hear her crying. In all twenty-three years of my sister’s life, I hadn’t heard her cry this much. “If Angel doesn’t wake up soon, she’s going to lose the baby.”
CHAPTER10
Lyse
“Are you okay,mi amor?” Helena asked. She’d returned for my breakfast tray; I hadn’t touched the food on it.
I nodded from where I was lying on the bed; I hadn’t gotten up much the last few days, not even to bathe. It was the grossest I’d ever felt, but I didn’t give a damn. Each sunrise and sunset felt like the last one, and there was a weight on my chest that was only getting heavier. Every time Helena came in, she looked more and more dour, but she tried to hide it behind cheeriness and smiles that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
Today, Omar would be calling Felix back. “I’m all right,” I told her. “Thank you for breakfast.”
Helena glanced at the full tray and picked up the glass of orange juice. “You have to drink this,” she said. “I won’t leave until you do.”
I didn’t want the damn juice, but Helena had been kind to me since my arrival. At first, I thought she was a spy forLa Bestia, but she was as exasperated at the man as I was at times. She loved him, that much was obvious, but she also cursed him out under her breath. It reminded me of how my mother treated my brother at times.
I sat up and took the glass and sipped it. “Happy?”
Helena wasn’t impressed. “Finish it, and I will be.”
I frowned but dutifully drank the juice, then handed her the empty glass. “Happy now?”
She reached out and ran a hand through my hair. “I’m sure your Felix will come through for you,” she said.
There was a scoff from the door; Helena jerked her hand back and turned around. Omar was standing in the doorway, watching us with the look a cat gets when it plays with a mouse. “He had better.” He jerked his head toward the hallway. “Get out,” he said to Helena. “We have a phone call to make.” Helena glanced at me, sad, but Omar snapped his fingers. “Ponte en marcha!”
The housekeeper left, and for the first time since he pinned me to the bed, Omar and I were alone. It was like being in a cage with a tiger. Without a word, Omar handed me the phone—a different burner than the first time I called Felix—for me to dial Felix’s number. My fingers shook as I tapped the buttons.Please have a solution, I thought.
“Hello?”
Omar held up a hand: it was a warning for me to stay quiet. “You’ve had your week, Mr. Suarez,” he said.
Felix paused, and my stomach dropped. It wasn’t good news. Whatever he was going to say, it wouldn’t end well for me. “Can I speak with Lyse?”
I glanced at the man who seemed to tower over me and hated myself for the spike of arousal in my veins. Despite the pain he’d caused me, my body still remembered the pleasure that he’d brought to me. It was like nothing I’d ever known before, and even if I’d rather set myself on fire than admit it to him, I wanted him to touch me again. “Go ahead,” Omar grunted at me.
“Felix?”
“Are you okay? Are you…safe?” He wanted to ask if Omar had touched me; I could hear it hanging in the air.
