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We all follow his gaze, and I see a few men in the foyer, maintenance men, along with a guy who looks to be barking orders. He looks familiar, but I can’t place him.
“Boys, we might have just been given a golden key,” Dante whispers out as Sebastian pulls out his phone.
“William, walk out the front of the building and come across to the dark escalade, I need something from you,” Sebastian says and then ends the call as abruptly as he made it, and it is then I remember the man.
It’s William Walters, one of the lead Art Curators from the Maddison Miller Gallery. The gallery Sebastian’s wife, Goldie, owns, and he is now my new best friend.
41
Catherine
The car ride home from the Gala was silent, but I get the eerie feeling that Daniel is not happy, and I know that the night is far from over. The only thing getting me through this is the need to see my daughter and the hope that Carter will be able to decipher my clue.
As the elevator opens to the penthouse, we walk into the living area and my body is racked with nerves. Pain radiates from my cheeks from the constant fake smiles I had to deliver, and the muscles around my torso continue to push and pull against each other, stinging and burning from the hard punches I endured this afternoon. My body was red earlier when I put on this stupid red dress, and I have a feeling it will be purple when I unzip it.
“I want to see Ivy,” I demand as I throw my purse down on the armchair as soon as we enter the room. “I did as you said, I acted the part. Now I want to see my daughter.” Daniel and my father both act aloof.
“I had to sedate her. She is sleeping,” my father replies, and my eyes shoot to him as my stomach drops. He gave her medication without me knowing?
My mother lioness is now alert.
“A sedative? What for? Which one?” I demand, infuriated they touched my daughter when they told me they wouldn't.
“To calm her down. She is just as painful as her mother, it would seem,” he says as he takes a sip from his fresh glass of whiskey, not really caring for what I have to say. The arrogance of the man is astounding.
“You do not get to medicate my daughter! You do not touch her, you hear me! Do not touch Ivy!” I all but scream, fear for myself absent, but fear for my daughter overwhelming.
I am too busy looking at my father in anger to notice Daniel's hand rise and slam against the side of my face. I yelp as I fall down onto the plush carpet, and my forehead hits the coffee table on the way down.
Pain radiates through my head, my hand instinctively coming to source of pain, and feeling the wetness underneath. Blood now coats my hand, and there’s no doubt a gash running across my forehead from the impact. I’m in too much shock to do anything about it, though.
“Stop Daniel.” My father's commanding tone vibrates around the room, and I look at him, my gaze hazy, but I’m surprised he is coming to my defense.
Is he finally coming to his senses?
“You want me to become senator, then I will fucking treat her how I fucking want!” Daniel yells at him, and my father smirks.
“I don’t care about her, but don’t get any blood on my new Egyptian rug. It came in from overseas last week, for fuck’s sake.” My blood runs cold as I stare at my father’s back and watch him walk out of the room and down the hall.
“I WANT TO SEE IVY!” I scream from the floor, tears now overflowing onto my cheeks, defeat building in my bones. Daniel’s foot lands on my side under my breastbone, and I gasp for air at the shock of being kicked.
“I am not finished with you yet. You did well tonight, my love, but there is more I need from you before I can let you go for the evening.” I look up at him, my body heaving, trying to get oxygen into my lungs, and I see desire pooling in his eyes. I also don’t miss the way he rubs his crotch with his hand.
He can't be serious. How can you hit a woman and then fuck her? I did not agree to this; I agreed to present a united front in the eye of the public. If I did that, then I was promised I would get to see Ivy when we got home.
Now my daughter is on who knows what drugs, God knows where, and I am slowly giving up hope that this will end in our favor.
“I want to see Ivy,” I say again, calmer, more of an ask this time rather than a demand.
“First, I want you to suck my cock.” He says ,slowly undoing his belt buckle, and I scamper away, trying to run, but these stupidly high heels are preventing my quick getaway.
“Not so fast, my love.” His hands land in my hair, yanking me back toward him. He lowers his head to my ear before whispering, “I want you on your knees here, in your father’s living room, because I want him to know that while he may be funding this fucking expedition, it is me who is the face of it all. I will always get what I want.” His voice drips with venom, and chills overtake my body, making me tremble.
“No… No, Daniel,” I say, determined that this man will not be winning this war.
“I know where Ivy is, Catherine, and I may or may not have some more potent sedatives on hand to ensure she doesn’t wake up for a very long time.” His threat trails along my bare shoulder, before his tongue comes out and he licks along neck. It feels disgusting, like I need a long hot shower, and I stiffen, trying to remain calm.
Do it for Ivy. Do it for Ivy.
