Page 132 of Enthrall Climax
Gritting my teeth in the cold night air, feeling completely chilled in this skimpy corset and thong, I hated every second. I was never coming back to Europe. Never leaving Cole’s side.
He doesn’t want you. He wants her…that girl with a flair for music and a gift for submission.
I had to find the riverbank.
I couldn’t waste any time. Seeing Cameron was safe was more important than my own life. He’d looked like he’d wanted to dive into the water after he saw me.
I slapped my hand to my mouth when I heard my name called, followed by a string of foreign words.
The men were closing in.
Kneeling, I tugged at the tracker on my ankle, trying once more to rip it off. My hate for Chastain would never fade. The next time I saw him I’d kick him in the shins and scratch his eyes out.
The other women at Hillenbrand acted like they wanted to be here. Though I’d been kept apart from them for most of the time.
The screams that had carried down the dungeon hallway had sounded real. I’d glimpsed their flushed faces when we’d moved from room to room. Had they been kept here against their will this would have been a nightmare for them, too.
I breathed in a steadying breath and hurried toward the river, following the twinkling lights of the chateau through the trees. The sound of dogs barking sent a jolt of fear through me as I scrambled toward one of the tethered yachts. It was smaller than Cameron’s back in L.A., so I hoped it would be easier to control.
After clambering in, I unwound the rope that anchored it to the shore and soon felt the boat begin to drift with the current. I scanned the control panel and quickly found the ignition switch. When I turned it, the boat roared to life.
Glancing back, I saw a man burst out of the trees and sprint toward me.
I steered the boat in the direction of the house, the air chilling my bones as I picked up speed. Lights flickered from the other side of the river and music blared down on the fancy partygoers mingling in the garden. I estimated there were over one hundred privileged men in attendance, all of them wearing tuxedos. The women were dressed in skimpy costumes.
A blast of cold air froze my hands and I blew on them to ease the stiffness.
In a moment of panic, I questioned whether I should turn the wheel and let the current carry me down the river…carry me away from this torment.
MY HEAD WAS POUNDING.
At some point it had exploded and someone had been kind enough to put it back together—that’s exactly how it felt. My damp clothes clung to me like failure.
I lay on a bed in a darkened room with no idea how much time had passed. “Mia?”
“Steady.” A light shone in my right eye and moved to my left.
When my vision cleared from the blinding flashlight, I made out a man in a white coat. I pushed myself up. “Am I still in Hillenbrand?”
“Take a breath.”
I tried to climb off the bed, but a wave of dizziness washed over me and I fell back onto a pillow.
“You have concussion.”
“How?”
“You were hit with the butt of a pistol.”
“I have to get out of here.”Have to get to Mia.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
I slapped his hand away and dragged my feet over the side of the bed. “What time is it?”
“Will you listen?”
I was so close to her.
