Chapter Eighty-Five
Gigi
I ’m so tired. The adrenaline that kept me going has long since faded, but fear kept my eyes wide open through the night. Eventually, I must have given in, catching some restless sleep before the two morons jolted me awake again.
Grace let me use the restroom, then I was herded back to the couch. The morning news droned on the TV, the time reading 10:30 a.m. I should be with Audrey and Melonie right now, getting ready. A wave of sadness tightens my chest as tears sting my eyes. I can’t stop thinking about Marcus. I miss him so much it hurts. If I could just reach him with my thoughts, tell him where I am, draw him to me. All I want is to feel his arms around me, smell his cologne, and hear that deep voice of his that always makes me feel safe.
Grace interrupts my thoughts with a smirk. “Well, Genevieve, we’re about to see if your fiancé really cares about you.”
I grit my teeth. “He does. You don’t have to worry about that.”
“For your sake, I hope you’re right.”
Idiot number one plops a plate of toast in front of me. My hands are bound, useless. “How am I supposed to eat, dipshit?” I snap.
He looks to Grace, and at her nod, he winds up and slaps me hard across the face. Pain explodes on my cheek, and my breathing quickens, my heart racing.
Grace grabs my jaw, forcing me to meet her gaze. “That disrespectful mouth of yours won’t fly here.”
I spit in her face. She wipes it off calmly, fury simmering beneath the surface. “You better pray your man comes for you, because if he doesn’t, I’ll make sure you regret ever crossing me. Lance, take her food away. She doesn’t deserve it.”
Lance grabs the plate from my lap and heads to the kitchen. Grace stands in front of me, her words sharp and venomous. “No wonder your parents didn’t want you.”
As she turns and leaves, I can’t hold back the tears anymore. I feel utterly broken. I need Marcus now more than ever.