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No surprise that 90 percent of the texts are from her as well. They’re all the same.
Where are you?
Are you okay?
I’m worried. You never go MIA.
Just then, the screen lights up flashingBOSS LADY,and I grind my teeth. I wait for it to stop and turn the cell off completely, toss it back into the drawer, and slam it shut.
Fuck!This will complicate things.
FORTY
ASHTYN
Ifinally crawled out of my bed and made it to the other set of double doors that I found leading to a balcony. I was surprised to find they were actually unlocked. It’s nice to have a little freedom, no matter how false it is.
There’s nothing but woods as far as the eye can see. Just as I remember it. I’ve always loved Pennsylvania. I grew up here. I hated the desert, but it was one of those things I had no control over.
Curling my fingers around the iron railing, I look down at the ground below. Good thing I’m not afraid of heights.
The thought of jumping to my death crosses my mind, but I quickly dismiss it. I’ve never been suicidal. I won’t give Saint the satisfaction of thinking I couldn’t live with myself. I did what I did and now I must pay for that decision. Being his prisoner sounds better than being without him.
The sound of my bedroom door opening has me pushing off the rail and rushing back into my room, expecting to see Saint enter. I hate the way my shoulders slump when it’s not him.
“Good evening, miss.”
“Jessie.” I give him a kind smile.
Of course, he’s still here. Just like the Spade brothers, Jessie is tied to this place for life. He still wears his all-black tux and looks just like I remember him. A set of kind eyes I always thought was too soft for this place. He has a few more wrinkles around them than I remember, but at least one thing hasn’t changed. I wonder if he hates his life here since he has to serve. He’s not allowed to marry or have children and has to devote his life to the Spades.
He wheels a cart into my bedroom that has three silver plates with dome lids over the top. “You need to eat,” he says, looking me up and down and frowning. All I wear is an oversized T-shirt that hits mid thigh. “Help with your strength.”
I want to laugh at his choice of words. No amount of strength will win me a fight against Saint.
Bringing the cart to a stop, he removes the lid, and my mouth salivates at my favorite meal, baked pineapple salmon. “You remembered.”
“Of course.” Then surprising me once more, he steps into me and pulls me in for a hug.
My arms come up and wrap around his waist. Closing my eyes, I inhale deeply. A part of me really did miss this place. This was my home until it wasn’t. But isn’t that how life goes? It’s always good until it’s not.
Pulling away, he takes my hand and balls my fingers into a fist. “For the pain,” he whispers, dropping his eyes to my waist before they meet mine again. “It should help you through the night.” With that, he turns and exits my room, closing the door behind him.
I don’t have to open my hand to know that there are two pills in it. He understands how much my body has endured and that I’m not only exhausted but sore.
Plus, the throbbing reminder of the tracker that’s inside me.
Honestly, it’s the least of my worries. Does it hurt? Like a bitch! But Saint knows how I feel about pain. He wants me to have a constant reminder that I’m his. The bastard also knows that I’m a slut for ownership.Carve your name into my neck and show me off.I’ll be a drooling mess for you.
Nothing is sexier than a man who knows what he wants and shows the world he has it.
Picking up the bottle of water he left me, I turn and step out onto the balcony. With my back facing my room, I toss the pills into my mouth and take a greedy sip. I know there are cameras all inside. I’m hoping that there isn’t one out here. I’d hate to get Jessie in trouble. He always was a kind soul. Too good for this hell.
Making my way back into my room, I pick up the plates and set them down on the round glass table that sits by the double doors that lead out to the balcony and eat my food. Jessie wasn’t wrong about the fact that I need to eat. I won’t give the Spade brothers the satisfaction of starving myself.
SAINT
I pushopen the door to her room to find her lying in the center of the bed. The covers are pulled up to her neck, and she’s hiding herself. The double doors to her balcony are open, and the smell of rain fills the large space as thunder rumbles the walls. Lightning flashes, and my eyes catch the sight of the cart that holds the empty plates. I smile. She ate her food. Good girl. I made sure the kitchen fixed her something she couldn’t turn down.
