Page 135 of Enthrall Climax
“Mia requires careful handling.”
Feeling nauseated, I tried to push away thoughts of what he might have done to her. “I can see why your sub left you.”
He sat back, pulling his hands free. “I treated her well.”
“Sure.”
“Mydabacsanaan.” It was barely a whisper.
“What the fuck does that mean?” I had a spark of intuition. “What language is that? Somali?”
He looked ready to finish me, and I knew my hunch was correct.
“What was Helete’s relationship to your submissive?”
“This conversation is over.”
“You’re talking about Omani?”
He got off me, kneeling nearby. “You knew her?”
“I think I’ve met her. I may know where she is.”
“How?”
Then I realized…Chastain had been in New York looking for Omani.
“Helete lied to you,” I seethed. “What is even more interesting is that you believed her.”
Lucas stared at me. “Why should I believe you?”
“Call The Dionysus Club in New York. Omani was told you didn’t want her anymore. She thought the email was from you.”
“I will end you if you’re lying.”
“Make the call.”
Dragging myself up, I climbed onto the bed and lay still, feeling dazed.Herface flashed into my consciousness.
Mia.
Chastain had his phone pressed to his ear as he stormed out and slammed the door behind him.
I slid off the bed and staggered toward the door, but my legs failed me. I slumped to my knees and fell forward, crashing to the floor.
I fought another wave of dizziness. When my vision cleared I lifted my head and saw the tracker underneath the bed, where it had skidded during my fight with Chastain.
I would use it to find Mia.
Taking a deep breath, I willed my body to obey and attempted to rise up.
A shoe suddenly stomped on my hand, causing me to cry out in agony.
Chastain loomed above me with the phone still pressed to his ear. “Did you fuck her?”
“No!”
He knelt and extracted the tracker from my palm, and then blackness filled the space around me.
