Epilogue
AMORETTE
A car door slammed shut, jolting me back into semi-awareness. Someone was carrying me. The sound of a fountain trickled nearby. Then the squeak of a door, and I was inside again.
What happened? Why was my head killing me?
I’d been at… where had I been?
Two voices spoke over me, and I didn’t understand a goddamned thing. Except for dad. Maybe.
Shit. I think I’d been…I’d been drugged.
I was handed off into another set of warm, solid arms. One single set of footsteps echoed around us as I drifted between an uncaring haze and budding fear. Whoever brought me here, didn’t come with us as we moved deeper into the house.
Why couldn’t I move?
Soft cushions depressed under my body as I was arranged on a couch. The subtle lavender and patchouli scent drifted around me as I managed to shift my head against the fabric. I felt safe, unbothered.
It had to be the effect of the drugs. I needed to wake up, but I just wanted to float off to sleep again. My eyes were so heavy.
No, no, no. This wasn’t right. I wasn’t safe .
It was a fight, but I managed to open my eyes.
A man crouched over me as he studied me with a deep furrow between his brows. I thought, anyway. There were two of him.
He said something, but his words were garbled syllables mashing together.
“English,” I croaked as I blinked to clear my blurry vision.
Slowly, he came into focus.
I was struck first by how handsome he was. Second, how cold.
My final thought was that he looked eerily familiar with his sharp features and harsh expression, but I couldn’t figure out why while most of my brain was still asleep.
“Hello. My father tells me you’re mine.” His dark velvet voice tickled my brain.
Oh shit, not this again. I’d wanted to escape the brothers so badly, but now I wished more than anything they were here. Maybe they would rescue me.
Would they? Had I given them any reason to?
Fuck, if I knew. I had been such a pain in their ass that they were probably happy to get rid of me. At least for Andre and maybe Lafe. Parker too.
Basically, my only shot for survival rested in the hands of a man I’d fucked but didn’t understand.
The stranger pulled at the top of my dress, and I hoped like hell it was to cover my breasts instead of revealing them. With whatever drug still in my system, just staying awake was a battle, let alone moving.
“My name is Matias, and I also hear you used to belong to my brothers.”
To be continued in CONVICT …