Page 72 of Double Edged Hearts
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I’m bound, gagged, and my head is covered.
In darkness, I’m taken away in a car, and we seem to travel for hours.
I’m escorted like a package handed from one person to the next, then it all stops after I’m taken down a set of stairs. I find myself being seated, and it feels like I’m in a room.
There’s a tap dripping somewhere. I try to imagine where I must be.
The sackcloth covering my head is removed, and I see Zack.
He smiles and rips the gag from my mouth.
I’m all cried out and can’t cry anymore. I wish they would just kill me.
“You motherfucker,” I snarl.
“Such a mouth on you, my dear Cora.” He tsks, shaking his head at me in dismay. “See, that’s where we would have been more suited, I think, than your dead lover. I would never allow you to talk like some fish wife.”
“You bastard. I would have never been with you. I saw you for what you were.” I did. Even when Lyndsey was telling me he was a great guy and how I should give him a chance.
All that shit was a show he put on for everyone else. I could see straight through it. There was just a vibe I could pick up that didn’t sit well with me. Now I know why.
“Damn shame that was. We would have made the perfect couple. We still will.” He grins.
“Fuck you. I will never let you touch me.” I scowl.
“Let?I think you’ll find you aren’t really in any position to do anything.”
I’m sickened to my stomach when he reaches for my breasts and squeezes. I try to wiggle away from him to get him to stop touching me, but he doesn’t. He just squeezes harder.
“Let go of me, you creep!”
He laughs and releases me. “Soon, you’ll be willing to come to me. You’ll beg for it.”
“I never will.”
This is a nightmare. I’ve cried everything out of me, but the pain is still there. I can still feel that mass inside me growing bigger and bigger with every passing second. I grieve for Alex. I shouldn’t have sent him outside. I don’t know what would have happened if he’d stayed in, but I don’t think I’d be here, and he’d be alive.
I can’t even think it. I can’t think. He can’t be dead…
I glare at Zack and shake my head at him.
How could I have known this man for two years and never knew he could be this evil?
“What did you get? Must have been a lot of money,” I say, narrowing my eyes to slits.
“Yeah.” He nods and draws in a deep sigh. “Definitely. I got paid very well for my work. I joined a team of people with talents that allowed them to play God if they wanted to.”
That explains how they kept everything so hidden and under wraps. From the second Matvey knew he was being hacked when the ghost tracker located him, I knew he would have been working with special people. The same special people who knew to look for me.
“You bastard,” I retort.
“I can’t help my love for money, Cora. Especially the kind that comes easy. Do a little thing on the side here and there and get paid thousands. Do something like this and get paid a million dollars. I’m happy with that. A guy like me can do a lot with one million.”
“Yeah, I’ll bet. So, killing Giles was worth your million? He was so good to you. He was always looking out for you and making sure you got the money you were worth. I feel sorry he didn’t know you were just a piece of shit.”
He laughs. “See, that’s where you’re wrong, Cora. I lured good old Giles into the trap we set for him.”
