Page 49 of The Sting of Love
Backtracking into the room, I head to the door, reach for the handle to pull it open, and wince with fright when I discover it’s locked.
The damn door is locked! He’s locked it, locked me in here. Jesus Christ. If he’s locked the door and I can’t get out, that means… he’s kidnapped me.
I beat on the door with my fists as panic fills my soul. Suddenly, everything feels small and restrictive.
“Donny, you let me out of here!” I wail. “Let me out!”
There’s no answer, but then, is he even here?
Footsteps echo on the other side of the door in answer to my thoughts, then a key rattles inside the lock.
I step back as the handle turns and the door opens.
He walks in with worry etched in his thick brows, and I’m shaking so much I can’t find any words to say to him.
He knocked me out. He did something to my neck, and then everything went dark. I must have been asleep for hours. It’s the middle of the day now. I wouldn’t have been asleep for that long. So did he do something more to me?
I should be afraid of him. I know I should, but mostly I’m enraged that he abused my trust.
“Doll—”
I raise my hand and slap him across his cheek. “You bastard.”
My hands come away shaking.
“Willow.”
I raise my hand and slap him again, hard. I’m getting ready to do it again but he catches my wrists, and I feel his strength as he holds me. I never doubted that it was there, and I don’t doubt that he’d hurt me too if he had to.
“You knocked me out and brought me here. How have I been asleep for hours?” I shudder.
The pained look in his eyes is a tell that he’s going to tell me something more I won’t like. “I had to give you something to keep you asleep. It was just so I could get you here.”
“You drugged me?” I flinch and a tear tracks down my cheek. It pains me to think he would do something like that to me.
“Willow I’m sorry.”
“I’m going to the police. You can’t just do this to me.” I grimace trying to pull my hands free.
“Willow, I’m sorry.”
“You think sorry will make it all better? Where am I? Where am I Donny?”
“You’re somewhere safe.”
“Safe?That’s rich. Aren’t you a mobster? You just kidnapped me and drugged me. Who will keep me safe from you?”
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
That must be a lie because he tightens his hold on my wrists and pulls me into his chest.
“You’re hurting me now,” I gasp, and he loosens his grip on my hands but doesn’t let me go.
“I’m sorry, Bella. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I never knew it would. I ended things with you because this is the type of shit I never wanted you to get mixed up in, but it happened anyway. You have to stay here where I can keep you safe.”
“Won’t they come here too?”
“They don’t know about this place. Only the people I trust with my life know about this house. Nobody will find you here.”
