Chapter 8
I ndie felt almost giddy as she walked toward the building where the guys lived.
They’d built this entire apartment complex right next to Hyde Park. It was lavish and expensive.
No wonder Billy was so envious of them.
No. Don’t think about him.
You’re leaving him.
She’d left everything he’d given her and only taken the things that were truly hers. But it didn’t matter that she had nothing. Because the guys would help her. She knew they would.
She headed to the main door and tapped in the code for the building. Then she headed toward the elevator and took it up to the penthouse.
Opening the door to the penthouse, she moved immediately to the alarm. She was always anxious that she wouldn’t turn it off in time.
So anxious that she failed to notice that the door didn’t immediately close behind her.
There. Done .
“Well, this is nice, isn’t it? Flash fucking digs. Guess I’d expect nothing less for those assholes.”
She turned with a scream, gaping at Billy.
Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.
This wasn’t good.
“How . . . how are you here?”
“I followed you, of course.” He leaned back against the door, crossing his arms over his chest. “You really should be more aware of your surroundings.” He walked closer and cupped her face. “I wouldn’t want anyone to hurt you.”
She gulped heavily. “Like you?”
Billy grinned. But it didn’t reach his eyes. “Hurt you? Why would I hurt you?”
“You hurt me all the time,” she whispered. She didn’t know why she was baiting him. Maybe she felt safer being here?
She shouldn’t.
“I do that to teach you. To train you. Unfortunately, it seems like I need to take a firmer hand. Why are you here, Indie?”
“I . . . I came to visit.” She raised her chin.
“No, you’re here to leave me. You’re running from me to them! And now you’re lying about it!”
She shook her head, her pulse racing. She was going to be sick. “I’m not.”
“Don’t lie!” he roared. “I know the truth. But I was ready for this. I knew it as soon as you came home yesterday afternoon. You were so full of hope.”
Oh God.
“But it’s okay, I’m here to teach you who owns you.”
A whimper escaped before she could pull it back.
Billy’s face filled with pleasure.
How had she ever thought him attractive?
“What are you going to do? And why did you follow me in here? Why not stop me before now?”
“Well, I wouldn’t want to cause a scene in front of other people, would I? And maybe I wanted to see how they lived? Hell, I could even take you here, in their apartment, on their beds.”
Oh God.
Yep. She was going to be sick.
“They could come home at any moment,” she warned, wanting him out of here. Even if that meant that she had to go with him.
“Well, you better hope they don’t.” He drew something out of his pocket. A needle? What was he going to do? Drug her?
He grabbed her, twisting her around in front of him, with his arm over her mouth and nose so she could breathe.
“Night-night.”
The last thing she felt was a small prick on her neck.
Consciousness pulled at her.
There was some reason she had to wake up and she didn’t know why.
Danger.
There was danger.
“You’re sure they’ll never know I was here?” Billy asked.
Who was he talking to?
“Don’t worry . . . they won’t . . .” the other voice was faint.
What was going on?
Before she could figure it out, she fell back into the darkness.