Chapter Forty
Roselyn
F ear paralyzes me as I enter a room with a bed tucked in the corner room.
Cashel sits across from me at a small table, a bottle of Coke in his hand. He stares at me, and I stare right back. My heart hammers in my chest. If he tries to rape me like he threatened, I’m going to find a way to kill him. He creeps me the fuck out.
He has tattoos slithering up his arms. His facial expression is stoic as he eyes me up and down. “I can’t believe this bastard married a woman who looks like his ex. He’s still obsessed with Shelby.”
“He’s not obsessed with her,” I snap.
Even I don’t believe my own lie. He didn’t tell me he loved me back and he wouldn’t answer any of my questions. I fell in love with someone who doesn’t return my feelings. It hurt. It’s the worse feeling in the world.
He tilts his head to the side. “What?”
I should be scared of him, but I’m not. There is a knife sitting on the table, and when I get the chance, I’m going to stab him with it or the big bodyguard standing next to him.
“You heard me. He’s not obsessed with her,” I snap again. “Are you planning on killing me?”
He rubs his bottom lip. “No, you’re bait. But if my sister is dead, I’m going to torture the fuck out of you before I kill you.”
Bait? what th—
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t worry about it. You will see what I have in store for Cayden.”
A smile spreads across his face and a chill runs down my spine.
“Why would Devious have your sister?”
“Because I fucked his wife and he’s seeking vengeance on me.”
“Well. I don’t blame him. You should have kept your dick in your pants.”
“Listen to me carefully, Roselyn. You better watch your mouth, otherwise I’ll force you to suck my dick.”
“Do it, and I’ll bite it off. I’m not scared of you.”
He chuckles. “What are you, like five-eight? You think you can take out a six-foot-six man?”
Devious is six-seven and I tried to kill him, but I refrain from saying that.
“I’m five-six, I’m not scared of you. Mafia men don’t faze me.”
Someone knocks on the door. When he comes in, I take in the strawberry blond hair, and a pair of too familiar eyes looking back at me. I suck in the sharp breath as I stare at my papa.
“Papa?”
He waltzes up to me with a smug look on his face.
“You should have taken me up on my offer. I had you kidnapped by Terrance to get you out of the situation and into a better one, and you failed. You were always a disappointment to me.”
Shock colors my face. “You had me kidnapped?”
“He was your ticket out of that hellhole you claimed was so bad. Then I gave you one last chance of freedom, and you told me no. So Cashel is going to do what he wants with you. He’s going to kill Devious, and Cashel and I will gain control over his territory and I’ll be the don.”
“You would betray your own famiglia for territory?”
“Devious is too arrogant and expects me to bow down to him. Fuck him. I’m going to kill Villainous, too. They both act like they can’t be touched. And after he’s dead, you’re going to marry Cashel.”
This man hates me, I realize. He hated my mother as well. I need to come up with a plan to get out of here.
“He’s using you, Cashel. You’re a pawn to him, just like everyone else,” I tell him. “As soon as this is over with, he’s going to have you killed. If you kill me, Devious will kill you and everyone you love. He cares about me. He might not love me, but he cares about me. And, you know, he’s your old friend.”
Papa slaps me across the face, grabs me by the shoulders, and shakes me like a rag doll. Tears sting my eyes. “How could you do this to me?”
He strokes my cheek. “You were a pawn. I need to get what I want.” He’s sighs. “I only kept you around because the hole between your legs is valuable. Otherwise, I would have killed you myself.” My heart beats so loud in my chest I hear my pulse in my ear. Bile rises in my throat.
He releases a shoulder and balls up his fist to strike me, and I put my hands over my face.
Cashel gets up from the table, placing his hand on Lex’s shoulder. “We have bigger fish to fry. Let’s deal with her later.”
Lex nods, grabbing the knife, tucking it in his holster, and they both leave the room with the big guy. I need to think of a way to get out of here. I’m not staying here and marrying Cashel. Glancing around, there isn’t anything I can use for a weapon. When I open the steel door, there are two bodyguards standing by, glaring down at me, so I shut it and stand on the flimsy bed, looking out the window. There is nothing but grass and men outside. Some are speaking to each other, and a few lean against the tree. I can’t get past the men, and if I do, I’m good as dead because I don’t know where I’m going.
Fuck it, I’ll go through the window, and I’ll figure out the rest. I pick up the heavy nightstand and place it on the mattress to climb. I push the window open and crawl out of it onto the ground, getting dirt on my clothes. When I stand up, I’m directly behind a guard who’s speaking on the phone, and I spot another two men, so I rush by a tractor and hide behind a bush. They stroll to the entrance of the building.
I glance around again and spot a forest, and then I make a run for it. I hear a few men speaking as I dash past them, and they yell at me, warning they are going to shoot me, but I keep running as fast as my legs allow me. Once I’m in the forest, I feel a hand yanking me, and adrenaline spikes in my blood. My heart hammers in my chest, and my throat tightens.
I punch the soldier in the face. He yelps and yanks me by the shoe, and I kick him, but it’s no use—he’s far stronger than I am. Panic overtakes me like a demon possessing me. He drags me across the ground, and I spot a gray, medium-sized rock and bash him in the head a few times until he lets me go. Blood seeps from his forehead and his right eye. He takes out his gun and shoots at me, but he misses, so I keep running deeper into the forest. The same guard yanks me by my hair. My scalp burns and he tosses me across his shoulder and carries me to back to the mansion, into a basement, and the room spins.
But I manage to sit upright, as the guard stares at me. When he shuts the door behind him, I dial Aiden’s number using the phone I grabbed from his pocket when he was busy carrying me to the basement.
Devious
“We’ll get her back safe and sound.” Aiden pats me on the back as soldiers strap their guns onto their bodies.
I’m going to beat the shit out of Cashel right before I kill him. I grab my bat with nails digging into the wood. Aiden’s phone rings, and he grabs it from his back pocket and hits the End button. It rings again, and he hits the End button. Again. When it rings a third time, he hits Accept, placing it to his ear.
“Villainous speaking.”
His eyes widen, and a smile spreads across his face. “Are you okay? Where are you? He’s right here.”
He hands me the phone. “Roselyn. She’s on the phone.”
I snatch the phone from him. “Are you okay, Roselyn?”
“I’m in a room inside a mansion. I didn’t have your number, but I remembered Aiden’s. He gave it to me right after you saved me from Terrence. I didn’t have a phone at the time, so I learned it by heart.”
“I’m coming to get you. What do you see outside?”
“I see fields and grass and trees surrounding the property.”
“Do you see logs of wood stacked onto each other? Near a grill and a garden.”
“Yes.”
“You’re at his mansion. I’m on my way.”
“My father is w—”
I hear her scream at the top of her lungs for Cashel to let her go, and my heart hammers in my chest as the line goes dead.
“FUCK! We need to hurry up and get to her.”
We load into the SUVs, and Aiden drives like a maniac.
Once we get to the mansion, there are soldiers surrounding the property. I have my soldiers driving in front of us and in the back as well. The property is swarming with Cashel’s soldiers.
I get out of the vehicle, removing my gun from my holster. My soldiers shoot the guards, and bodies fall to the ground one by one. Some of them fire back-to-back.
Aiden’s phone rings, and he picks up on the first ring, handing it to me.
“Can you get me? I’m in the basement.” I hear her crying over the phone.
“I’m on my way.” And I toss my phone at Aiden. “Kill everyone on-sight. Roselyn is in the basement. I’m going after her.”
I rush around the back, shooting every one of Cashel’s men I see in sight.
When I make it to the basement, I open the door and see Roselyn, her hands and feet chained to the wall, naked, duct tape over her mouth. Tears fall down her cheeks.
I run to her, but suddenly someone stabs something into my neck. I pull it out to find it’s a syringe.
Dropping the syringe, I glance around before I feel dizzy and my vision goes in and out. I feel like I downed a bottle of tequila. My eyes land on Cashel, and he smiles at me with his hands behind his back.
“What the fuck did you do?” I mumble.
“I gave you succinylcholine. It’ll paralyze you temporarily. Nighty night, bastard,” he says, smirking before using the butt of his gun to punch me in the face. Before I know it, the room spins, and everything goes black.