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A slight chuckle escapes my throat, reaching out and cupping her chin. Bringing her entire focus back to me.
“Of course I did. I took him with me, I cut off his fingers one by one, and then once he told me who he was…..I fed them to him. Because he touched what was already mine, I made sure that wouldn’t be possible again.”
Her jaw falls open as her body begins to shake, the shock and fear in her eyes bringing an overwhelming happiness to my dark soul. I continue to smile under the mask that she sees.
“What do you want from me?”
Reaching out, I gently tuck a piece of hair behind her ear as she continues to sit as close to the headboard as possible. Exposing that angel-like face once again in the New York moonlight, there’s no denying her beauty. Bracing myself from the bed, I stand over her, leaning in. This time, my voice sinister and full of warning.
“You’ll find out soon enough, Summer. I’ll get the answers I want from you.” Craning her neck to look at me, her eyes water slightly as the fear remains etched across her features. Softening my tone, I continue. “But for now, you need some rest.”
Pushing myself from the bed and turning away, I leave the suite. With the vibration from my pocket, I pull my phone out, studying the message. My scowl soon replaced with a smirk.
Duty calls.
Summer?
I don’t know how long I’ve been lying in bed for, scared to even move or look toward the door. I’ve spent the remainder of the night with my focus remaining on the ceiling above while my heart thunders in my chest. I heard the door open and close but can’t guarantee he left. I clearly did eventually fall asleep, once my eyes open for the last time, I’m still lying in the same position. I can see the sun poking through the curtains.
Slowly sitting upright, my eyes scan the room. With no masked man in sight, I manage to push the duvet off myself, rising on shaky legs to search the remainder of the suite. Passing my purse, which is still placed on the dresser, every hair on my body stands on end as I exit the room. My eyes still frantically scanning the area with each weary step I take.
After a few moments of checking behind every door, in every cupboard, and locking my hotel room door from the inside, I finally take a seat in the small kitchenette. With my elbows placed on the counter and head in my hands, I take a couple of deep breaths, trying to process what this man could possibly want with me and how he knows me.
It must have something to do with my dad, surely? I have no friends or family here. No connection to New York at all apart from him.
My head snaps to the hotel door when a knock rings through the suite. Slowly pushing myself from the stool, my curiosity takes over as goosebumps slide over my arms. Reaching for my large hoodie, still discarded over the chair, I throw it on and anxiously wait at the door. Looking through the peephole, I let out a low breath as Bhodi stands on the other side of the door. Nervously chewing my lip, I unlock it and swing the door open, instantly feeling on display as his eyes roam my bare legs, up my entire body before those intense green emeralds meet mine.
“How are you feeling?” he asks quietly.
I nod my head, taking in his dark jeans and leather jacket. His dark, wavy hair now slightly obscuring his scar. Raising his right hand, he gently scratches his brow, causing me to look away and internally kick myself for yet again staring.
“Better, thanks, a bit sore.” I shrug, pulling my eyes from his broad frame and leaning against the door.
“I came by as your dad’s attorney visited the precinct. He wanted to speak with you regarding his estate and the funeral. Here’s his card.”
Passing me a business card, I gently take it reading the curled letters printed on the ivory paper. My shoulders sag as I realize this is happening, but I know I must be brave and do the right thing. Nodding, I look to Bhodi, who is feigning a small smile.
“Thanks, I’ll get in touch today.” I say, moving back into the suite, ready to close the door.
Before I can close the door, I feel his hand gently blocking it. My brows knit in confusion as we silently stare at each other, the warmth dancing across my skin is back as he visibly swallows, searching my face once again.
“I did some digging last night, Summer. I know you said you’ve ended things with your boyfriend, Harry.”
My stomach plumets as even the mention of his name leaves me in a tailspin. I feel my mind and body spiralling, and tears blur my vision as I frantically shake my head. I’ve managed to ignore any attempt him or my mother have made to try and contact me.
“NO….No…Please!” Wiping the fallen tears from my eyes while gripping the door handle for support. “You can’t speak to him. Please don’t tell him where I am.”
Bhodi’s calm expression is now replaced with concern, he gently places his arms on my shoulders, steadying me. My entire body shakes with fear as I try to catch my breath and focus on his words.
“I’m not going to say anything, but you should know what kind of person you’re dealing with.”
Blinking a couple of times, the shaking begins to subside, and I nod.
“He’s not a good person.” I mutter.
My voice weak and pathetic as the shame of the abuse rears its ugly head so soon.
“No, he isn’t, but I need to ask you if those bruises were from him?”
