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"Where's Rebecca, then?"
"Rebecca is dead."
Chapter five
Julia
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The words tasted likebitter poison as they left my mouth. "Rebecca is dead."
The words echoed in the silence as I blinked against the blue glare of my captor's phone. I stared back at him, waiting for what would happen next. Would he believe me? If he did, would he let me go?
Or would he kill me?
Or worse?
I could still feel his kiss on my mouth, the way he'd grabbed me in the dark and pulled his body against mine. The way he'd growled against my lips before throwing me into the back of his car and taking me to this hotel on the edge of town.
I wondered how long it would take until someone noticed I was gone. Surely someone on the street had a surveillance camera that would have caught my struggle. I knew Mary Ann didn't, but someone else had to, right?
I snapped out of my inner monologue, watching the realization wash over my captor's face. He seemed annoyed and embarrassed at his mistake. The embarrassment turned to anger.
"What?" he demanded. "What do you mean?"
"Rebecca died almost a year ago," I said, watching the phone shaking in his hand and hearing his knuckles pop. "I'm Julia, her sister." The silence was making me nervous. "I mean, it's an easy mistake, people used to think we were twins all the time," I added with a nervous laugh.
"Shut up!" He snarled.
I flinched back.
The man paced back and forth, seemingly forgetting about me for a few seconds while he was consumed in his own anger.
He took off his leather jacket and tossed it onto the ground, revealing more tattoos on his forearms.
I felt a jolt of attraction, just briefly, before shutting those feelings down with a snap. No, I couldn't be attracted to my kidnapper, especially one that just held a gun to my face.
"If you're not Rebecca, then who are you?" he snarled.
"Like I just said, I'm Julia, her sister," I said sharply.
"Don't get brave with me girl," he said, leaning into my personal space. He was close enough I could see the golden ring around his brown irises. "I'm still the one in control here."
"I haven't forgotten," I deadpanned.
My captor scowled at me.
I needed to find a way to calm him down and get him to let me go. I'd listened to enough true crime podcasts to know that having an angry captor wasn't good for my health.
"So you know my name, what's yours?" I asked.
The man continued to frown, pushing himself off the chair I was tied to and going back to pacing. After a moment, he replied. "Sasuke." The name rolled off his tongue like smoke.
It fit him perfectly. Dangerous, mysterious, intriguing. I wanted to know more about him, but I also feared what kind of man he truly was. I could sense that he was capable of violence, and that scared me. Yet, there was something undeniably magnetic about him.
"You've got quite the temper, don't you?" I tried to sound nonchalant, hoping to disarm him. "But why did you kidnap me? What did I.. or, rather, what did my sister ever do to you?"
As soon as the words escaped my mouth, I regretted saying them.
