Chapter 17 Steve
Steve
His Doll
“She’s leaving the hospital today.”
The words cut through Steve’s plotting. He spun to face Eve, offering her a sneer. “You’ll have to ensure she is separated from the men. Put the uniform back on and escort her to a set of labs if you must.”
“I don’t—” Eve stuttered over the words.
Steve marched around his desk, eating up the space between them. The closer he got, the more she sunk in on herself, until her chin practically touched her chest.
He whipped his hand up, gripping her cheeks, and forcing her to meet his eyes. The contacts in hers were the mirrored image of his own. But they weren’t real. Neither was her hair. Her nose. Her chest. She was all made up.
She was all the pieces he had morphed and tweaked and surgically corrected to transform her into his daughter. While he achieved a close replica with Eve, she would never be his doll.
“A cheap counterfeit.” He spit on her face. “Don’t turn into a fool now. Once I have her, you will be freed.”
He didn’t mention how he would free her.
Eve squeezed her eyes shut but didn’t react otherwise. “Yes Father, I will bring her to you.”
Steve released her, satisfied. He wanted more than anything to unleash his anger on her face, but she couldn’t go out in public with a black eye.
“And you’re sure she was just there for her appendix?
I couldn’t obtain the medical records. Emilio’s men put safeguards in place on the hospital’s security. ”
Steve watched Eve carefully, searching for any signs of deception, but she didn’t react.
“Yes, she has been recovering from the removal,” she spoke softly.
“Good, now go clean yourself up. I will be waiting outside for you both.”
Steve shoved her to the ground and marched from the room. He could hardly contain his excitement. It had been decades since he had Yara under his control.
Oh my doll, how much fun it will be to break you again.