Chapter 57
My eyesfinally open after trying continuously, but my head is groggy. I feel sick to my stomach and I have no idea where I am. I blink a couple of times and see I am in a white, sterile room. But it”s quiet. There are no machines beeping, no babies’ heartbeats, nothing.
I try to sit up, but I can”t. I am strapped down to the bed by my ankles and wrists. Panic blankets me, heart racing frantically.
“Help!” I scream, my voice cracking where my throat is dry. ”Please,” I cry, “someone help me.”
I see the door open, my heart skipping beats and that”s when a tall, scrawny, black haired man walks in. Brown eyes seek out mine, an evil grin on his face.
“Well, good morning Arizona,” he is next to me, fingers digging into my cheeks as he turns me to look at him. I have no idea why he chose me. The only link to him is through Dex and Sage.
“Stay away from me,” I grit, but all he does is squeeze tighter.
“Can”t do that Vixen.”
And I feel my once warm blood turn to ice instantly, chilling me to my bone.
“Allow me to introduce myself,” he leans closer to me, “I”m Wolfe, or, as you know me Tall Dark and Handsome.”
I laugh. Hysterically laugh which causes him to drop his hand from my cheeks.
“I”m sorry, but you don”t suit your chat name; for one, you”re not handsome. In the slightest.”
And I feel it. The skin on skin contact as he slaps the back of his hand across my cheek with an almighty blow.
My eyes sting with burning tears, my throat bobs and I struggle to catch my breath.
“Don”t you dare, slut.”
A name I have heard more than once, it doesn”t sting like it used to.
“I”ve watched you long enough to know how you work, hard exterior most of the time, but inside, you”re nothing but fluff. I will rip you limb from limb and pull the stuffing out of you. I am ready to make those who wronged me feel pain.”
Confusion lays heavy over me.
“What have I got to do with any of that shit you”re spilling?” I suck in a breath, my cheek bone and jaw throbbing from the contact.
“Well, for one, you”re carrying my babies,” he grins, dimples presenting in his cheeks and my stomach rolls with nausea. “Thank you for giving me your purity…” he rubs his hands together, “after being promised a virgin and given a whore, it was only right I took from you what was taken from me.”
“You”re talking in riddles,” my voice trembles, but I know deep down where this conversation is going.
“Am I, Arizona?” he cocks his head as he walks to the foot of the bed. “For someone who was well ahead of their class, you”re pretty thick,” he narrows his gaze on me, running his tongue over the front of his teeth.
I choose to ignore him, and instead, goad him. I want to hear the words come from his mouth.
“Pretty scar you have on your neck, shame they didn”t cut a little deeper. I wouldn”t have missed. I would have watched you bleed out at my feet and felt no remorse,” I smirk, and I see how angry he becomes. He slowly steps around the bed and leans over me so his face is inches from mine. His hand is back round my cheeks, forcing me to look at him. The taste of copper fills my mouth, but I ignore it. Focused on looking at this coward in the eyes.
“You”ve kidnapped me for what reason? To prove something? To get the person who sliced your throat back here so you can take everything from him?”
A slow sickening smile pulls at the corner of his lips and my stomach rolls.
“I see you”ve worked it out.” I swallow down the bile that is threatening to come up.
“Your dad did say how smart you were,” and that”s when I realize how this all loops back to my dad and Amora.
Promised a virgin.
His throat was cut on his wedding morning and left for dead.
But here he is. In front of me and with revenge in his blood.
I spit in his face, and he growls, wiping it off his face before another slap crashes against my skin.
“Enjoy the last few hours with those precious babies of yours, because soon, I will be cutting them out of you,” he pushes my face back into my pillow with force and I am trying my hardest not to cry. “And don”t think your daddy is coming to save you, he has no idea where you are.”
I wince when the bedroom door slams shut and realization seeps in.
I am going to die here.