Once he is gone, Luca pulls me forward.
“You should probably watch your mouth. I won’t always be there to protect you.”
I snort.
“You aren’t protecting me now?”
“Really? I am pretty sure I just stopped Jay from doing something stupid to you.”
“You are the reason I needed protecting from him.”
“Your mouth is the reason you needed to be protected. Had you just kept quiet, he wouldn’t have stepped up to you. Listen, stop being argumentative. Just keep your mouth shut.”
We make it to the back room and I try to take in everything around me, looking for anything that might help me in escaping. All I see are dozens of tables set up to my right and a set of stairs to the left.
“What are those for?”
“Mouth shut. Remember?”
I grumble. Seems nice Luca is starting to get annoyed with me. He drags me to the left and up the stairs. At the top of the stairs, there is a long hallway with rooms lining each side. He walks down to the end of the hall before unlocking a door and pushing me inside.
“Sit down over there.”
He gestures to a bed on the wall with a bar behind it. I do as he asks and once I am sitting down, he brings another zip tip over and wraps it through my “cuffs” and links it around the bar before tightening it.
“I need to go check in. Are you going to keep quiet or do I need to gag you?”
“Oh, you mean I shouldn’t scream for help? Thanks for the helpful advice. I’m pretty sure the neighbors will appreciate me keeping it down.”
“That sass is what is going to get you killed one day.”
“So, I’ve been told.”
He shakes his head.
“I’ll be back to check in on you in a bit. Until then, stay out of trouble.”
“Sure thing, honey. I’ll even have dinner on the table waiting for you.”
I hear him let out a heavy sigh as he closes the door behind him.
With him gone, I can really look around the room I am in. It looks like it used to be an office of some sort. There is only the one door and no windows. The room is bare except the bed I am sitting on. I glance at the bar to see if there are any holes that might allow me to slip through.
No such luck.
I move my hands and try to wiggle out of the zip ties. Every time I move, I get a pinch of pain telling me they are on too tights. I try to pull against the tie holding me to the wall, but I am unable to get any movement.
“Fuck.” I breath out.
All I can do is hope and pray that Bash knows I am gone and is out looking for me. I hope that he cares about me enough to actually attempt to find me at least. Our relationship has been rocky at best from the very start. Half the time I am not sure if he wants to kill me or fuck me. Lately, fucking has won out, but that doesn’t mean that he cares about me. Yes, he provided protection, but that required little effort on his part. Would he really search the city and try to find me? Hell, he probably thinks Ryan took me. If that’s the case, then my chances are slim he will find me at all.
Above all the rest, I hope my Uncle Tony is okay. It is twisted to think it, but I really hope Gina lied and is in on this. If she’s not, then my Uncle is really lying in a hospital bed fighting for his life while I sit here, chained to a wall with no hope of escaping on my own.
∞∞∞
It seems like hours later before the door opens. Luca steps in with a bottle of water and a sandwich.
“How are you holding up?”
