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“Have you looked around, girl? I have servants. Your job is not to work off your father’s debt.”
“Then what do you expect me to do?” Dark strands fell free from the messy bun as I shook my head back and forth. For wearing a sweatsuit, I was cold down to my bones. Anxiety was making a home inside of me, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. “Master Carmelo, I don’t have time for guessing games, and I’m so sick of asking. What is it that you want me to do?”
“It’s not a want, Fayette. You will do this.” He slammed the stack of papers down making me jump and stumble back. “It seems I’m in need of an heir. My spoiled, good-for-nothing grandson has decided my line dies with him. Being as I only have a few months left to live, and I can’t have any more kids, I can’t let that happen. I need an heir, and you’re going to give it to me.”
Chapter 2
Aimon
Somewhere far in the darkness I heard it. The sound was loud, repeating over and over. It was calling me forward from some heavenly place I didn’t want to leave. Just when I was sinking deeper into the blissful nothingness, it came back, louder than ever. Peace was moments away, yet I couldn’t get there because of something…something…
“Help me! Please!”
Yes, further now. It was leaving me, letting me stay here.
“I’m going to call the police! Let me out of this room!”
Pounding erupted. And…a woman. An annoyingly loud one. It registered as I groaned and tried to swallow.
“Thomas! Thomas, please! Thomas, you have to help me. Don’t let him unplug my mom. Thomas!”
Pain hit like a freight train. I gagged, my weighted hands coming to my head as I cracked open one of my eyes. Thomas? Where the hell was I?
“I want out! Someone! I’ll do whatever you ask, just not this, please!”
“Shut. Up!”
My yell had me dry heaving again. When I managed to open my lids, I almost wished I hadn’t. There was a woman at the door. Dark hair was a mess around her shoulders. She wore a white robe, and her eyes were swollen from crying.
“I’m sorry. I want to leave. They won’t let me leave.”
The top half of my body lifted, only to stop midway. Had I thought my arms were heavy before? I blinked, not able to process the thick, metal cuffs around my wrists. “What the hell is this?” I scanned the room, growling through the anger as everything started to roll back through. Parker, yes. He and his men had escorted me from the dealership. I had meant to buy a new car. Perhaps, take some time off. The thought of heading to my family’s chateau in France had even crossed my mind. Then… “That son of a bitch.” I jerked at the cuffs, wincing as I let my head fall back to the pillow. Jiggling from the knob was immediate.
“If you start yelling again.” My threat produced a sob from the woman which had me internally groaning. “Stop crying. They’ll let us out at some point.”
“No, they won’t. Not unless…only when…”
My head rolled to the side, taking in the way she was hugging herself. This wasn’t normal or right, yet I couldn’t think past why. Nothing was making sense.
“When, what? I’m sorry…who the hell are you?”
She didn’t speak again, which was fine by me. I closed my eyes, drifting in and out of sleep. An hour had to have gone by before I couldn’t bear it anymore. My eyes opened, and I was barely able to reach the water on the bedside table. Two big drinks were all I had before I noticed I was alone. Had they come for her, and I completely missed it? Had she been a dream?
I put down the glass, going over the events that had brought me here. My grandfather’s cronies. We got to his house. There was an argument. “What do you know of work? Of sacrifice? Have you ever had a barrel down your throat? Have you ever had to shed a drop of blood? Have you ever lost someone you loved because of your decisions? No. Why? Because of the ones who came before you! Yet you piss all that away.”
My eyes searched the room as I tried to remember exactly what he’d been getting at. I hadn’t heard all that before even though I suspected, but it led to the same thing. Marriage. Children. And then at my refusal, what I’d been expecting…disinheritance. Banishment. I smiled, laying back down to stare up at the ceiling. Had I thought I was going to die as a Carmelo? Not anymore. I was free. I was my own man with no ties to the bastard who’d made my life a living hell.
Or…was I?
My stare lowered to the cuffs. Even looking at them, my mind wasn’t thinking right. What the fuck was going on, again? My brain was looping from recollection to confusion.
The door opened, cutting off the questions.
“Dinner, Sir. You’ll eat, shower, and return to bed.”
“Like hell I will. I’ll be leaving right now.” I eyed the guards. One was mine, and one was my grandfather’s. Taylor and Gabe paid my words no attention as they continued towards me.
“Master Carmelo—”
