Chapter 89 Rosalie
EIGHTY-NINE
ROSALIE
Iwoke up in a state of confusion. Staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling, I let out a groan and soft whimper.
It took me a moment to recall what had happened the night before and realize I was nowhere near safe. I sat up abruptly to find one of my wrists tied to the headboard.
I tugged desperately at it, hurting myself in the process, before a sob escaped my lips.
“It’s OK,” a deep, soft voice called out from the shadows of the room.
I scooted as far away from the voice as I could, my pulse roaring in my ears, and my body trembling.
“W-Who are you?” I asked, desperate to recall last night’s cloudy events.
Klaus. Cole. Damnit. Cole fucked me, and had made me feel so good. Scared, but good.
Then… the dark lot behind the club. Men.
Dante.
Oh my god.
My breathing picked up as the voice let out a low chuckle. I watched, scared out of my head, as he stepped into the light wearing all black.
He was even more terrifying in the light.
All height, muscles, tattoos, blond hair, and vivid green eyes.
I swallowed hard as he approached. He stopped at the edge of the bed and studied me.
“P-Please,” I choked out. “D-Don’t hurt me. I-I’m not the horsemens’ girl anymore. I-they broke it off with me. I swear to you, hurting me won’t matter to them. Please…”
“Why do you think I want to hurt you?” he asked, frowning at me.
“You-you have me handcuffed to a bed. Y-You killed Fox,” my voice broke as tears snaked down my cheeks.
He continued to study me wordlessly.
“I suppose I can see why you would think you’re in danger. You are with me, and I am not sane.”
I squeezed my eyelids closed and tried to steady my breathing. When I tried to learn to fight at Matteo’s, he was insistent that I always remain calm. No matter what, keep my head clear. Steady breathing. Sometimes you have to rescue yourself.
“Dear sister, I only wish to get to know you.”
“What?” I asked, opening my eyes to stare at him.
“I don’t want to know you! You’re a murderer!
You killed Foxy! You fucking killed him, you monster!
” I kicked out at him, losing my mind as all the feelings came rushing back.
I was in the same room as his killer. I’d die if it meant taking him with me.
At least then, I’d get to see my Foxy again.
Everything snowballed in that moment. How I’d been trying to move on by doing things I wouldn’t normally do. Sylar. Klaus. Clubs. Everything. I was a supreme screw-up, and all in the name of trying to forget my pain.
A scream tore from my lips as Dante let out a snarl and pinned me roughly to the mattress, his eyes so bright and filled with a madness I would never be able to comprehend.
He pressed his hand roughly over my mouth, pushing my head deep into the mattress.
“Shh. Shh, my sweet sister,” he rasped. “Shh, pretty girl.”
I whimpered beneath his hand, knowing there was no way I could fight him off. He was the size of my guys. I had to play it smarter.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmured as I went silent, my heart pounding hard.
“I’m going to tell you a secret.” He leaned in and put his lips to my ear. “I did not kill Fox. I tried to save him for you. I fucking tried.”
More tears leaked from my eyes at his words. How could I believe him when he’d kidnapped me and had me cuffed to a bed?
I wept softly, my body shaking against his.
“I hate my father. Everett. I want him dead. I tried to save Fox. I saved Ethan. I fed them. I made sure they were strong enough to fight. I am a monster, but I promise you, I am not the monster hunting you. I hunt him.” He pulled away from me, his body still looming over mine.
“H-How can I believe you?” My voice shook.
“Because you are in a safe place high above the world, not below ground in my lair. If I wanted you to suffer, we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now. You would be screaming for me, not asking me questions.”
“Why did you take me?”
“Because you are mine.” His words were filled with sincerity, something flashing in the green depths that made my breath catch.
“I-I belong to no one,” I whispered.
He reached out and licked a tear away before his lips were back to my ear.
“Wrong, sister. You belong to me, and I am going to keep you. You are mine to protect. I’m never letting you go.” He ran his hand up my bare thigh as he inhaled me. I trembled beneath his touch before he pulled away and got to his feet. I cried out, begging him to release me.
“I won’t tell,” I begged. “Please. Let me go. I swear. I won’t tell.”
I had no idea if he was telling the truth about Fox, but he made several valid points. However, he was definitely not sane, so the points were moot.
“I will be back. We will be spending a lot of time together,” he murmured before leaving the room, the door clicking closed behind him.
I knew that was the truth.
“Open,” Dante instructed later that evening. He’d left me for hours before coming back.
“Please. I-I need to use the bathroom,” I whispered.
He hesitated with the fork of macaroni and cheese he was trying to feed me before he placed it on the bedside table.
I’d had a lot of time to lie here thinking and observing where I was.
It was definitely a fancy home, not a dungeon.
The windows had blinds so that I couldn’t see out of them.
The room was huge, with a spot for a couch and a large TV mounted on the wall.
Several doors were off to the side. I assumed a closet, a bathroom, and an exit. The bed was big and fluffy.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered, standing. He went to one of the doors and opened it.
Just as I thought, it turned out to be a giant walk-in closet.
He disappeared for a moment before returning with a pair of gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt.
He took those things into the attached bathroom before returning to me.
I watched as he reached into his pocket and unearthed a key. Carefully, he undid my wrist before he pulled me to my feet.
I winced as I stumbled against him. He gripped me tightly at the waist and stared down at me. Whatever cologne he wore was intoxicating. It reminded me of Foxy.
“Come,” he instructed, his voice shaking, as he stepped back and took my hand like I was the most delicate thing in the world.
I followed, letting him lead me to the bathroom. I’d play along for now, but if there was an exit through a window in there, I was going to take it.
Once inside the bathroom, he dropped my hand and nodded to the clothes on the sink.
“Put these on. I don’t like you wearing that dress. My family doesn’t need to see you this way.”
I frowned at his words. He stepped around me and went to the door.
“Rosalie,” he called out.
I turned and looked at him.
“Have a shower. Clean up, OK? Don’t try to escape. There is no way out. You’re on the top floor of my home. Jumping would kill you. You’d likely die before you hit the pavement. I’ll wait for you in the bedroom.” With those words, he closed the door, leaving me to stand there dumbly for a moment.
Once I had my wits about me, I rushed to the window and pushed open the blinds, a soft cry coming from my mouth.
We had to be at the top of the world, just like Klaus’s place. We overlooked the city. I stared down and saw that the building had many ledges and a design that jutted out with gargoyles.
He was right. I’d likely crack my skull on one on my way down.
There really was no escape for me.
This looked like I had to comply or die.
That terrified me because I honestly didn’t even know which I wanted anymore.