Chapter Thirty-Two
Blair
Hours pass as I sit here in this fucking dungeon. The more the seconds go by the more pissed I become. My mother needed me, and he locked me away like some fucking fairy tale princess, waiting for the moment my prince comes back to set me free. I’ve tried calling Elena, but she didn’t answer. I wonder if she is locked away like I am. If she is I know she will give him hell when he gets back. Just like I plan to.
I got a call from my mom, and she is ok. Told me to stay where I am because someone is after me. Just hearing her say that made this much more real for me. She told me how Wyatt and Kade saved her. How Xaden had a twin brother and how he attacked them. All he kept asking them was where I was. Where did Wyatt take me? Neither of them gave up my location, even after he hurt them. My stomach’s in knots. She assured me a thousand times that she was ok, but I need to lay my eyes on her, to touch her. I pace around the bedroom thinking about all the ways my life would be different if this happened, or that happened. It’s eating me alive knowing my mom was put in danger because of me. The pain in my body is at an all-time high right now, but I can’t seem to stay still.
She assured me that Xaden was not a threat and that he protected her until he couldn’t anymore. She told me a little about his past and I can’t blame him for wanting to keep it to himself. Mafia? That is some scary shit, I should know. My fucking boyfriend is part of one.
I miss when my life was simple, and I only had to worry about the stalker in the night and my job. God, I miss my job. Who knew working with the dead could be so stress-reducing? I stand up when I hear a noise from the house. I turn towards the window and see the light from outside creeping in slowly. I look at the clock and it’s almost five in the afternoon. I go to the door and bang on it.
“Let. Me. The. Fuck. Out. Of. Here!” I screech.
My rage is at a boiling point. “She’s in there,” I hear the guard that was by the front door say.
I look around and grab my book off the table, ready to fucking hit him with it. The door swings open, and I swing, connecting with his head and he grunts. He stumbles back but doesn’t fall- to my surprise.
He locks eyes with me, his own rage fuming now. Fear grips me by the throat. Why did I just do that? Well I can’t back down now. I square my shoulders, ready to bolt.
“Get the fuck away from me!” I yell as I run past him. I barely miss his attempt to grab me. I run straight to the front door and push my thumb against the scanner and it beeps red. No, no, no, this cannot be happening! I try it again and again but nothing. I hear footsteps coming up behind me, and I dunk down, right as hands go to grab me and run to the kitchen.
“Blair!” He yells but I run for the kitchen door, but the same thing happens. Shit!
I turn around but this time I’m not quick enough. He grabs me by my hair, and I cry out. “Hello to you too, Little Dove,” his voice drips with venom.
I spit in his face, and he smirks. He actually fucking smirks at me. He lifts me and throws me over his shoulder and I scream. I grab something hard off the counter and start hitting to swing up so I can hit him with it. Right when I’m about to connect, another arm comes around it and yanks it away from him. Kade.
I snarl at him, “I fucking hate both of you!”
Neither of them says a word to me. I’m taken back to the bedroom and thrown on the bed while Kade stands guard at the door.
My leg is throbbing because I have refused to take my meds. He glares down at me, and I go to scoot back out of his reach when he yanks me down by my waist. He leans over me and grips my throat.
“I don’t have fucking time for your shit right now. Have you heard from Elena?” his question throws me off.
“What?”
“Elena, has she spoken to you?” Shaking my head no.
Kade punches the wall next to the door and I jump.
“Why?” I ask and he looks down, clearly still pissed off.
“Someone has taken her,” he says, and I can’t control the bile this time.
Turning my head, I gag, dry heaving as my eyes sting with unshed tears. First my mom, now my best friend? I can’t think straight. My whole head buzzes with a dull roar. I pull out my phone and see a missed text from her, sent hours ago. In the chaos with my mom, I had completely forgotten about it.
Elena: Something’s wrong. Call me.
My heart sinks and I throw my phone and it hits the wall on the opposite side of the room. Wyatt storms off, grabbing his head where I’d hit him. Guilt washes through me. I was so angry that I did not even think about anything else. He saved my mom. He is trying to find my best friend. I hit him with a fucking book .
I sigh and go to get up, but Kade storms over to the bed and snarls at me. “If you fucking move, I swear you’ll regret it.”
I gulp and lay back down. He looks over where my meds are on my nightstand. Then green eyes are on me, and I can’t breathe. He pulls his phone out and watches something on his phone. I hear his voice and then I hear Elena scream and my blood runs cold. I sit up on the bed and crawl over to him.
“C… Can I see that?” I whisper and his eyes lock with mine.
“That’s her, isn’t it?” I ask tears pooling in my eyes.
His angry face breaks and for the first time, I see the torment in his eyes. He blames himself. He loves her, but she is hurting and he can’t help her. I don’t say anything, I just lean in and wrap my arms around him. He’s still for a moment before crushing me with a hug like his life depends on it. I feel hot tears on my shoulder, flowing with my own. The video is on repeat, and I hear her scream over and over again- my heart breaks each time.
I feel him enter before I see him, when I look up Wyatt is leaning against the door frame, and we lock eyes. He has a cold, emotionless expression on his face. Kade takes a few deep breaths and leans up looking at me. “We will find her,” reassuring him.
I wipe his tears and he clears his throat. Closing his eyes for a moment, and when he opens them back up the cold expression is in place. The cold deadly expression that gives me goosebumps. Two men, ready to kill and one looks like he might just end me.
“I’ll be in the living room, running over ideas with Pit.” He gets up and leaves me alone with my own threat .
The look he’s giving me would make any grown man piss himself. I feel the pulse in my neck throb, but I straighten my shoulders and meet him head-on.
“You locked me away when my mom needed me,” I try to defend myself.
He tilts his head without saying anything.
“You left me here alone in a house full of men!” I shout and he steps inside and shuts the door, flipping the lock.
Shit!
“I… I’m sorry!” I plead as he moves closer.
I know if I move from this bed, he will just throw me back on it. And my leg is killing me from running on it and not taking my pain meds. Not to mention the throbbing all over my body from my other wounds that are still healing. I take a deep breath to try to gather my nerves before they take over my whole body.
“Wyatt, I’m sorry,” saying softer this time.
The snarl that leaves his throat makes my hands start to sweat. He’s closer now and I have to do something to defuse the situation.
“I didn’t know,” I admit, looking into his eyes.
He is almost right in front of me now. “Sh… She’s my best friend and I didn’t know!” I almost shout, tears running down my face.
I close my eyes because watching him stalk me is literally doing things to my body it shouldn’t be. I feel the bed dip and I inhale sharply. I peek and see his face right over mine. My body shakes involuntarily.
“Elena is gone! This is exactly what I was preventing from fucking happening! It’s been hours since we heard anything, fucking hours!” He screams in my face, and I know fear is written all over it .
“Instead of being relieved to find your ass in our bedroom, you hit me with a fucking book. Don’t think because I didn’t punish you yet, that you have gotten away with it,” he lowers his voice.
“I’m sorry,” my voice trembles, and he laughs, but there is no humor in it.
“I told you, you were not allowed to leave this place. Did I not?”
“Yes, but..”
“But nothing! I told you not to fucking leave and what did you try to do instead of fucking call me? You tried to leave! You can’t be fucking trusted!” He’s shouting again and I feel so stupid. I wouldn’t have been able to help anyone. I can barely move around without gasping for breath from pain.
“It was a trap you know. What if you had left? What do you think you could have done? They would have taken you and I would be in the same boat as Kade.” He’s breathing hard and I feel new tears run down my cheeks.
“I don’t know, ok? I don’t know what I would have done, but I would have done something. She’s my mom!” I cry out and he snarls.
He gets off the bed and I sit up. He runs his fingers through his hair and sighs. He looks at me for a long moment, in two steps he is on top of me again. Pinning me to the mattress. He leans down and kisses me like I’m the reason he lives. “I can’t lose you.”
“You won't, I’m here. But Elena needs me now and you can’t stop me from helping.” I lock eyes with him, he doesn’t say a word.
His stare is making me squirm, like he is debating on tying me to the bed and leaving me in here until they find her or letting me help. I hope it’s the latter .
“You do as I say, the first time you ignore orders you will find yourself chained to this bed. I don’t care if I have to bring you back here kicking and screaming, got it?” I nod.
He sighs and then helps me up, “You will not be going out in your condition. You are still healing and if we need to run, I can’t be worried about you. It’s life or death and I would much rather you be alive.” He takes a shaky breath.
This is eating at him- I can feel the tension running off his body. “I’ll do as I’m told, and I think that’s a smart idea. I will help however I can while we are here. I won’t fight you on it, just let me help.”
He leans down and kisses my forehead for a long second. “Your punishment for hitting me in the fucking head still stands. And when we find her, I will come back and teach you your lesson.” He pulls me up and leads me out of the room without another word.
Fuck.