Chapter 34
Chapter thirty-four
“Well, look who finally woke up.”
The low timbre of a man speaking startles me as I thrash against my restraints. The owner of the voice is on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t quite place them.
Surely, this wasn’t Sasha. Was it? Come to think of it, this does seem like exactly the kind of thing he would do.
I mean, he murdered three people right in front of me, for crying out loud.
Compared to that, kidnapping me and sticking me in a room with an annoying TV seems almost loving.
And he did tell me there was nowhere I could go that he wouldn’t find me.
My heart rate slows back to normal when the reality of the situation sinks in. This has to be one of Sasha’s little pranks. He’s probably using a voice modifier or something.
“Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny, Sasha. Can you please let me go? Or at the very least, try not to kill anyone while you’ve got me tied up?”
The laugh in response to my statement is so evil, I know it’s not Sasha.
“Oh, you’re a cute little thing, you know that? Sasha’s not here, but you and I are going to have a good time.”
My blindfold is yanked roughly from my head, and I’m met with the beady eyes of…fuck.
“Lawrence?”
My heart rate picks back up immediately as my real situation sinks in.
I’m tied up in some strange room at the mercy of a man who had Sasha so disgusted over a simple lunch that he ended our relationship.
And it’s not like Sasha is a saint over here.
Three people. I watched him kill three people, just because they touched either of us sexually. I’m screwed.
Lawrence grabs a chair from across the room and drags it slowly toward me, scraping the legs across the concrete floor.
When he has it positioned right in front of me, he stops and flops down, sitting so close his knees graze mine.
The small touch repulses me, but I do my best to steel my emotions.
I’m focusing on breathing when Lawrence finally speaks up again.
“Nobody is coming for you, sweetheart. Not your precious Sasha and not your brother.”
Brother? Does he mean brothers? I made the choice not to tell the Sinclairs who I am, so why would they be coming after me in the first place?
Unless Lawrence told them and they really didn’t care…
My face must betray my confusion because the crooked smile that grows on Lawrence's face looks like something out of a horror film.
“That’s right. I told Jack that I had his sister. That he could have you back after…”
“Wait…Jack?” I momentarily forget to be scared at the mention of Jack’s name. “What do you mean? Of course he didn’t want anything to do with me! Jack isn’t my brother! I know he was raised with the Sinclairs, but I doubt he would care about a long-lost half sister love child of Henry Sinclair II!”
Lawrence stands, finally giving me some breathing room, and begins pacing the room.
“No, see, that's where you’re wrong. If you think I was going to rely on some silly little girl to do a proper DNA test, you're dumber than I thought. Prime blackmail material is much more important to me than that. I got some samples to run my own test from Henry Sinclair, and when the results came back negative after yours were positive, I knew something was up. Then it dawned on me. You used Jack and Margot’s daughter’s hair for the sample. ”
Lawrence circles back to face me and stares down into my eyes.
“I know you only spent a small amount of time with the Sinclair family, but did you never realize how similar your eyes are to Jack’s?
They are almost identical in shape, and the shade of blue is the same.
Uncanny. Anywho, I was able to get a sample of our dear Jack’s DNA, ran the tests again, and boom. Perfect match for half siblings.”
“Oh…” I manage to breathe out.
I’m stunned, still bound to my seat. My fear is momentarily overtaken by the meaning of such a discovery.
I mean, for starters, I still have someone out there attached to me.
And by marriage, I would still technically be related to the Sinclairs.
I would still be invited and included in all their family shenanigans.
But I don’t have to feel bad anymore for betraying Blanche.
Or feel weird for playing a young Blanche in those scenes, acting as the part of fucking my dad…
“Yeah, oh. And when I went to your dearest brother, he didn’t want anything to do with you.
Told me to take you away and kill you for all he cared.
So we know you don’t have his support. And then there is your Sasha.
I’m sure he doesn’t want anything to do with a whore like you anymore.
I’m guessing you spread your slutty little legs for him pretty quickly huh?
It would seem like he got what he wanted and split. ”
“No! He wouldn’t.” I know he wouldn’t betray me like that.
No matter what’s been going on between us, I know there is enough of the man that loved me still inside the demon he became.
“Sasha wouldn’t just let you take me, Lawrence.
You may think you’re safe with me right now, but I know he will find me.
And when he does, you better pray he kills you quickly. ”
Lawrence runs a slimy finger down my face before grabbing my chin and tilting my face up to him. “You better hope you’re right. I’ll give him one more chance to save you. Your life for a clean slate with my debts. Because if he doesn’t, well…nobody will ever find you.”