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I test the ties and find that there isn’t any wiggle room at all. Breathing heavily around the gag on my mouth I tryto speak. If there is someone here I need some answers about Reba. Not that I’ll get them, but I have to try.
“Looks like she’s awake,” I hear someone say in a rough voice. It’s muffled but I hear several people moving around, I tuck in on myself. Why are there so many people here just for me? As the footsteps slowly make their way towards me, I start shaking.
Someone slowly unties the blindfold from my face and removes the earplugs. When I open my eyes, Dominic is standing in front of me, smiling that creepy smile of his. Fuck. Well, this is where I was trying to end up, but I didn’t think they would snatch me that fast.
“Oh, my little Elodie. You messed up this time. We were just waiting for you to leave that building. Waiting for you to give us a chance to catch you, and you delivered yourself right to us,” he laughs darkly.
I mumble around the gag, trying to get him to remove it. He does.
“Where is Reba?” I ask with a snarl.
“Oh don’t worry about her. She’s just fine. A little banged up, but still alive,” he smirks and starts pacing. “We’ll let her go once you cooperate fully. Until then, she’s our insurance to keep you in line.”
“What do you want from me?” I ask.
“Elodie, I have been telling you all this time that you are mine. You think you can just run away with someone else? And that there won’t be repercussions?” he asks.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m no one’s anything,” I bite out through clenched teeth.
“See that’s where you’re wrong. Your parents sold you to me a long time ago. Haven’t you ever wondered why they only ever dealt with me? Or even who I might actually be?” he asks.
“I didn’t even really know who you were until a couple days ago, so no. I always just thought you were a low level dealer,” I say.
He looks angry at my words and the next thing I know he slaps me hard across the right side of my face. Pain sears through my already broken face. I can’t even breathe. It hurts so bad. Feeling something wet, I realize he’s busted my wound on my face open again. At this rate my face will never heal.
Hanging my head, I use my hair to hide my face and ask, “And just what is it that I’m supposed to be doing?”
“Nothing much, just marrying me,” he says with a smirk.
Whipping my head up, I wince in pain again, shocked at his words. What the hell? “I’m not marrying you. You’re out of your mind.” My stomach churns with nausea. He can’t be serious.
“Oh you will, or else we are going to kill your precious Reba, just like my grandfather’s men killed Eddie and Tony. And it won’t be an easy death, Elodie, so you better rethink your words,” he says as the other men around us chuckle in glee.
What am I going to do? There has to be a way to get Reba out of here without having to marry him. Then I can get myself away too.
“I’ll leave you here to think for a while. When I come back your answer better be yes,” he says. They all file out and slam the door behind them, bolting several locks.
Great, there’s no way I’m getting out of this room. Looking around me I see that I’m in some kind of basement maybe? There aren’t any windows and everything is concrete. It’s only me andthis chair. I have no idea how long I was unconscious either. A day? A few hours?
And what about my parents? He didn’t say anything about them, but Evan said there wasn’t anyone there when they tried to serve the papers, so where could they be?
Drake is probably furious right now, and worried. Gio too. It hurts my heart that I had to do this but there wasn’t any other choice. I gave them my time limit. Tilting my head back, I stare at the ceiling. Tears chase each other down my face, the salt in them stinging my busted eye. I’m so screwed.
What if I just do it, and then somehow I can try to kill him in his sleep and then get away? Though I’m sure they have security as tight as Gio does. Groaning, I keep running scenarios though my head, trying to find a way to make it work.
Can I get him to wait till my face heals? Would he go for that? I can act vain, like I don’t want to get married while I’m all bruised up and swollen. Yeah, that’s probably not going to work, or he wouldn’t have slapped me just now.
Despair hits me. I know Drake will try to rescue me, but if I marry Dominic to save Reba, what can he really do? I’ll be legally bonded to Dominic. The only option at that point is a war and I will not allow anyone to die because of me.
I must have dozed off at some point during my thinking because the next thing I know Dominic is back. This time though, he is alone. That can’t be good.
He kneels in front of me, sliding his hands up my legs. Shuddering, I feel bile rise up in my throat. He laughs darkly.
“Better get used to it Elodie, because as my wife you will be expected to perform your wifely duties,” he says.
Gagging, I whimper and try to get my legs away from his hands. He grips my legs hard. I’m sure I will have bruises. “Don’t fuck with me little Elodie, you really don’t want to make me mad. Now, what is your answer?”
“I want to wait till my bruises heal. Can we do that?” I ask, already knowing what the answer will be, but I have to try anyway.
