Hunter - Blaire Drake Page 0,92
trust his words that much.
“Thank you.” Gaige rubbed his neck and rolled his shoulders. “I didn't trust you. I've been on this trip with you, just kept my distance. Different motels, changed my car like you did, that stuff. I thought you'd do the job you were sent to do, but you didn't.”
“That's one answer.”
“I didn't help her because I couldn't. Angelo is with Isaiah, and that's how I know she's now in Romano hands.”
“They're not Romano hands. Enzio isn't a Romano. He married in,” I told him. “And why the fuck do you think I should trust you when your brother is with them?”
“Because he's helping her.” Gaige stared me down. “She wants to kill her father, fine. I think she's a fucking idiot. But going in on the outside isn't gonna help her, is it? He's been working with them ever since you showed up. He spun a shit story behind our father's back, and I found out.”
“Why?” I tilted my head to the side. “Why is he helping her?”
“Because he wanted her to come back safely. To me.”
Fuck. Those words hurt. I knew they were right, but fuck. I clenched my teeth together as he watched me, but I refused to give him the pleasure of knowing how deeply his words had cut. I wouldn't bleed on him, or I'd probably try to kill him.
I would always be the loser in this fight.
“Then I hope you've got a fucking plan,” was all I said. “And a car.”
Gaige pulled some keys from his pocket, threw them in the air, then caught them again. “Let's go. I'll explain in the car.”
Chapter Twenty-Three – Adriana
I stared at the wall.
I didn't know what time it was or how long I'd been sitting in this room. It could have been ten minutes or ten hours. I did know I was in what used to be the basement, but was now apparently holding cells.
For the person who owned every ass in the house.
Ironic.
I'd been waiting for forever. I didn't know what I was waiting for anymore. I just knew I was cold, I was hungry, and my wrists were hurting from the rope Isaiah had wound tightly around them before he blindfolded me and lead me down here.
Unfortunately for him, I could still remember the layout of the Romano house. I'd played too many games of hide and seek to ever forget every twist and turn of the hallways and staircases.
It was quiet, too. Too quiet. Lifeless, almost. Like if anyone else was in the house, they were confined to places I wouldn't be.
Then again, I was supposed to be dead. Not a prisoner in my own house, even if I hadn't seen it for ten years.
I looked down at my feet and squeezed my eyes shut. At least they'd let me keep my shoes and my clothes, to Isaiah's annoyance. That sick fuck just wanted to see me naked until he'd ultimately get his filthy hands on me.
I wasn't naïve enough to believe I would spared that fate again. Not many people would escape rape twice, and I knew I wasn't one of them. I'd gotten lucky because of Mamma before, but she wasn't here this time. She couldn't protect me from Isaiah.
Nobody could.
I leaned back against the cold, brick wall. Every part of me was numb yet hurt. My wrists were the only things I could feel, so I looked down at them. Maybe the rope was cutting into my skin. I didn't know. It was too dark to see anything, and I'd already tried to find a light switch since there was no window.
I must have touched every bit of wall and floor in desperation.
I suddenly understood Hunter's silent aversion to the darkness.
You could see everything in it. About yourself. The people you love. The people you hate. In the silent, still aura that accompanied it, everything you'd ever done was laid bare in front of you, ready for you to rip apart.
I'd been doing it for a while now. Mostly my decision to run out of the motel. It was impulsive and stupid, and I could no longer blame him. I'd tried, but I couldn't. I hated Hunter with everything I had, but I didn't blame him for this situation I was in.
Mamma always warned me never to act in an emotional state.
This was why.
The sound of a door creaking had me snapping my head up. A sliver of light crept in, and a hand curved around the door