Everlasting - Christine Michelle Page 0,12

I have a feeling this is going to get harder on her before it gets better. She’s expecting their baby and he can’t be there for all the things that he made it to for the girls. That’s going to hurt her in ways she can’t even comprehend right now.”

“What if he doesn’t come back?”

I sighed heavily, letting my own personal fears about that come to the surface for just a moment. “We’ll deal with that when the time comes, Anna. I don’t want to dwell on that particular ‘what if’, because it feels like we’re giving up on Deck if we do.”

Anna waved the pages at me once more. “I really think you should allow her to read these, the ones about her, his regrets…”

“I’m not sure that would help things. They’re in a better place these days, and with everything going on right now, taking her back to that emotional turmoil wouldn’t help.”

“I guess, but still, I think when things are back to normal…” Anna stopped herself with a half-hearted chuckle. “What the hell is normal anymore?” She asked the question while shaking her head back and forth. “If you choose to let her read these one day, I’ll be there, if she needs me.”

“That’s all I can ask of you, baby girl. Now, let’s put all this aside and go check in on your sister.”

Chapter 8

Four Weeks

Deck

My hair, which had grown a bit since I’d been taken, was yanked painfully forcing me to lean my head back and look the bitch in the eye. “What the fuck do you want now, Sasha?”

She laughed. “Oh, don’t be like that. I just wanted to let you know that Ever received her package today.”

“What the fuck did you do?”

“I showed her the truth,” Sasha insisted.

“The truth?”

“Yep,” she drawled out, as if she had fun just saying the word. “You belong to me and now she knows it.” She pulled out her cell phone and started scrolling through something before she turned it to face me. There, on her cell phone was a picture of me lying on the bed I was currently tied to while Sasha caressed my face. It looked intimate as all hell unless you realized that I was obviously asleep and not having pleasant dreams.

I laughed, despite knowing that I needed to play along to keep her away from my family until I could figure out how to get myself free. “If you think that little picture show would convince my wife of anything, you have no clue. You just made her that much more determined to find me.”

“You’re wrong. I saw her with a new man at her house. He was riding a motorcycle too, so I guess she has a certain type, but you were replaceable to her. Your family now thinks you came to your senses and ran off with your true love. No one is looking for you anymore Declan.”

“You’re seriously out of your mind if you believe that is true,” I scoffed. Then I remembered that the bitch was out of her mind and having some sort of fantasy life with me tied up here. I still didn’t understand where The Trinity Group came into play with this. If they thought allowing me to be held hostage by a woman who was clearly off her fucking rocker would get them anywhere with my club, they were sadly mistaken. We’d seen enough of crazy bitch drama to last us multiple lifetimes.

Hindsight is a bitch though. I should have kept my mouth shut. I knew better than to point out the flaws in her logic or to make fun of the bat-shit crazy bitch that had me tied to a bed. I definitely knew better, and still I couldn’t resist running my mouth and putting my faith in my woman back home. She would get me out of this even if my brothers ever gave up on me.

The next morning after breakfast, I started to see the error of my ways. Despite actually getting some solid sleep, the minute I was finished with my breakfast, I started feeling groggy all over again. Before long, my world was spinning as if I had drunk way too much and was about to pass out. I glanced down at the empty food tray and understood immediately what was happening. There wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it though. The bitch had drugged me, and heaven help me, I didn’t want to know what she planned