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Thea… something about those big, doe eyes make my thoughts go haywire, wires cross in my head. The way she can look up at me with those baby blues makes me feel something new, something unfamiliar.
I told her I’d let her go once her time is up, but by then I might be too lost in her to ever release her. I’ve known the girl for a day and she’s already wormed her way inside me, somehow. What will it be like in a week, a month, half a year?
What will it be like once I know how she feels, her naked body under mine? Will I ever want to let her go once I know how her inner walls feel wrapped around my cock, her throat letting out moans of pleasure as I make her mine?
I don’t know. I genuinely don’t know. I’m not a fortune-teller, and I can’t predict what the future will hold. Letting Thea go might just prove to be impossible for me.
With that thought, I close my eyes and focus on slowing my breathing. An old habit to trick my body into sleeping. Lay on your back, breathe slow, and let nature do the rest. Not too long after that, I’m out.
I’m out… except I’m not. Before I wake up the next morning, Thea and her eyes haunt my dreams.
Chapter Eleven – Thea
I don’t get much sleep, mostly because I’m too busy thinking of Max. Mostly of Max, and maybe a little of Silus.
Okay, a lot of Silus and a little of Max. What can I say? I guess Silus has the kind of face and the kind of body that make my hormones crazy even though I can name a million and one reasons my body shouldn’t be affected by him at all.
When morning comes, Silus lets me use the bathroom and cooks me some scrambled eggs. Unlike last night, he doesn’t eat with me, which I’m okay with. The less time I spend with him, the better. The more I look at that face, the more attracted to him I am—a bad thing. A very, very bad thing.
Also, can I just say I hate how comfortable the bed was? And how nice the new sheets felt on my skin? Fucking silk. Not once in my life have I ever slept on silk anything. A silk pillowcase does wonders to keep my head cool at night, and I bet it’s great for my hair, too. Kidnapping aside, I could get used to it.
Now, what’s absolutely crazy to me is the clothes Silus had delivered. Only some of them arrived so far, according to him, but they all fit. Jeans, a pair of leggings, flowery blouses. Not the kind of wardrobe I would have if I could pick my own clothes, but not ugly. Just too rich-looking for my blood.
I dress in the jeans and one of the blouses—a short-sleeved, light pink shirt with a few buttons in the chest area. It’s not tight, but the way it hangs off my body is, I hate to say, super cute.
Say it with me: I will not let Silus’s preference of clothing influence my own tastes. I might be forced to wear the clothes, to sleep in the bed and sheets he bought, to eat his damn food and other things I prefer not to remember—his cum—but I won’t let him change who I am.
Fuck that guy.
I don’t know what time it is when Silus tells me we’re going to see Max. I’m excited until we get inside his car—one of his men is driving, and we get to sit in the backseat like we’re so important we need to be chauffeured around. That’s when Silus pulls out a small black sack and informs me I need to place it over my head during the drive.
“What?” I hiss out the word, well aware we’re not having this conversation alone. Just a few feet away, one of his men sits in the driver’s seat, watching us through the rear-view mirror. “I’m not putting that on.”
“If you wish to see your brother, you will,” Silus says, still offering it to me.
I glare at him. If looks could kill… well, he would’ve been a goner way before this. Unfortunately, as much as I want to argue with him, as much as I want to tell him no and refuse to put it on, I know he won’t let up, and my need to see Max pushes down my pride.
With a frown, I snatch the mask out of his hand and pull it over my head, and then I cross my arms over my chest just so he can see how pissed off this makes me. This guy… oh, this guy is going to drive me crazy. He’ll be the death of me.
The car starts to move, and we’re on our way.
Silus puts an arm around me, and he pulls me toward him as he whispers, “It’s not so bad, love. Think of it as an insurance policy. You tell me you’ll be good, that you won’t run, but it’s true we don’t know each other very well. You could be lying. Some people are good at it. This way, if you happen to get out, you won’t know exactly where I’m keeping your brother.”
“Whatever” is all I say, because if I say what’s really on my mind, I might make Silus change his mind about letting me see Max.
He chuckles, but he doesn’t pull his arm off me, which means I spend the car ride to wherever Max is not only with a black sack on my head, but also curled against Silus’s body. If the circumstances were wildly different, the latter wouldn’t be so bad.
Without being able to see, I don’t know how far we drive. I can sort of feel when we make a right or left turn, but that’s it. Not really helpful when you can’t see the total distance driven. The windows are all rolled up too, so I can’t even hear any sounds from the city around us. I’m given absolutely no clues.
Whatever. Just as well. I’m under no illusions that, if I were to somehow escape, that I’d be able to find Max and ditch the city without being found first. Silus has countless men, not to mention his brother and all his eyes on the street. Half the damn city would be looking for me if he put out the word, and since I’m no international spy, I’d be caught in a heartbeat.
When Silus pulls his arm away and lets me have enough room to breathe, I assume we’re here. I hear him get out, and he helps me out of the car, helping me duck to avoid hitting my head as I get out. With the mask still on, Silus takes my hand in his and leads me. It sounds as though we walk through a creaky doorway, and then, finally, he tells me I can take off the sack.
It’s only after he releases my hand that I pull the hood off my face, and the moment I do, I drop it to the ground.
Max is chained to the concrete floor, his small figure slumped over, less than fifteen feet away. We’re in a large, empty space—an old, abandoned warehouse, maybe? The blue sky peeks in through holes in the metal roof, giving the area enough light.
The moment he realizes it’s me, my brother’s expression lightens up, and I say his name, “Max!” I race over to him, fall to my knees and hug him, my heart suddenly beating so fast I can feel it.
