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“Fuck no.” I push Elodie away from me, and she tumbles into a heap on the floor.
“What’s the matter?” she queries, her eyes going wide. “Did I do something wrong?”
I jump to my feet and shove my dick back into my pants. It’s still fucking hard, despite just coming. It’s all Shelby’s fault. She’s mine. I’ve been too fucking lenient with her. I should have just been the monster I truly am and fucked her into oblivion. My father is right. I need to marry her and get her pregnant as soon as possible. I’ve been weak.
“Shit, shit, shit.” I step over Elodie, not bothering to help her up. “Max will sort you out. I need to be somewhere else.” I make my way to the door of the suite of rooms.
“We’re not fucking?”
I turn back to look at her.
“We’re never fucking again.”
Reaching for the door handle, I fling it open. I’m done with this bullshit. Shelby’s father murdered my mother, and it’s about time she paid.
15
SHELBY
After I’m brought back to the house by Eaton and left alone, the panic quickly sets in.
I need to get out of here.
My father killed his mother. I can’t, no, I don’t want to believe it, but I saw the look on Eaton’s face. I know it's true. I guess it explains so much.
Taking a few deep breaths, I look around the room. “Think, Shelby! It’s the only way you are going to save yourself.”
There’s a vase of flowers on the dressing table.
“God help me for I’m about to sin.” I pray before grabbing the vase.
I drop the flowers onto the floor, and holding the vase tightly in both hands, I hide behind my bedroom door.
“Lena?” I call, “I need help, please.” I don’t need to add fake panic to my voice. It’s already there.
My door is opened, and I brace myself before bringing the vase down squarely onto Lena’s head.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” I whimper as she falls to the floor, unconscious.
I want to check that I haven’t killed her, but I don’t have time. I grab her keys and make a run for it to the main entrance.
My hands fumble over the set of eight keys. Which one opens the front door? Panic sets in even more. Eaton said he had a state of the art security system. What if I need codes as well as keys? I just need to escape and get away from here. I’m shaking.
Eaton’s words reverberate in my head, and they seem to steady me this time.
“I was never able to get revenge on your father for taking away my mother. The woman who looked after me and helped me retain some sanity. She kept me human when my father wanted to turn me into the monster he is and your father was. If she were still alive, everything would be different, but she’s not. Your father took that away from me. He’s to blame, and I will have my revenge. Not on him, though. On you! You’re mine, Shelby Jones, and every day when you see me, I want you to know how much I hate you. I’ve been patient so far, but my father’s right. I need to show the world you are back where you belong. At my feet, groveling for whatever scraps I deem suitable to give you. Get ready,Shelby, because from now on, you’ve got the monster your father and mine created.”
I manage to open the door, and there doesn’t seem to be any additional security. I thank my lucky stars, or rather Eaton’s arrogance in believing he was safe with just a key. Pushing it wide open, the heat of the Nevada desert hits me immediately. Even though I’m wearing a short, pink skirt and black, strappy top, the temperature is overwhelming. I know it’s stupid to be running into the desert without water or any protection from the sun.
Seeing a fleet of vehicles parked in a line, as though they were in a showroom, I wonder if Lena has access to one of them, not that I have a driver’s license. I locate a suitable key from the bundle as I make my way over to the cars. I click the fob, and one of the cars beeps and the door opens. I let out a huge sigh of relief. I might just get away with this. I have no money or ID, but if I can find a police station, I could be safe.
Getting in the drivers side, I find I’m sitting in a sleek red car. I don’t know what make it is, but on the hood is an emblem of a horse jumping up with an Italian flag above it. I stare at the controls.
“What the fuck do I do?”
The panic is rising again. I know Lena could wake at any moment. I dart my head left and right trying to figure out how to start the vehicle. I finally see a big, red button marked engine start. I slam my finger down on it, and the engine roars to life with a thunderous noise that startles me for a second. What type of car is this? My boss at the diner drove me in his car once. My mum could never afford one. He explained to me how to drive, but I’ve never actually done it myself.
“Feet.” I remind myself quickly. “Left foot to the side, out of the way, and put your right foot on the far-right pedal. The other one stops the car.” I slam my foot down on the gas pedal, but all that happens is an even louder roar of the engine. “What am I forgetting?” I look over my shoulder to the front door. Still no one. “Shit, maybe I killed Lena. No, I can’t think about that right now. Release the handbrake and put the car into drive.” I shout out as I remember.
