Three days later…
I paced the room.
How did this happen?
How was this happening?
And where was Creed?
He had to be out there. Maybe he’d heard something was wrong. Maybe he knew Daddy knew about us. Maybe he was working to save me.
He had to save me.
There was noise outside. My heart jumped and my gaze swung to the locked door of the room I’d been held in since Daddy found me.
The door opened and my father and a man walked in.
Daddy led the man to me. He couldn’t meet my eyes.
The man was looking at me.
I stared into his eyes and I did not like what I saw. Not at all.
Not at all.
My stomach clenched so hard, I thought I would throw up and I backed up, up, up, up until my body was in the corner.
“Sylvie, I’d like you to meet Richard Scott,” Daddy said to my shoulder.
Richard Scott smiled at me and I did not like that smile. Not at all.
Not at all.
He came toward me. Daddy looked to the floor and I pressed myself into the corner.
Oh God.
Oh God!
Where was Creed?
Chapter Twenty-Five
Consider It Done
Present day, eighteen days later…
I sat on a tall stool at the bar in a swank restaurant staring at myself in the mirror behind the bar and not much liking what I saw.
My hair was three times its normal volume and I had five times as much makeup on. I was wearing a skintight black dress that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. It had a straight bodice that sat low and tight making my not altogether spectacular cle**age nearly spill out and thus, exposed cle**age, as everyone knew, miraculously became spectacular. It also had spaghetti straps and the little ruffle (yes! a ruffle!) at the hem was the only thing that, when I was standing, saved me from having my ass cheeks hanging out. Sitting, it was a disaster. In other words, near-to crotch shot. Last, on my feet were spike-heeled, bronze sandals that I had to admit where hot but they f**king killed, even when I was sitting.
Serious yuck.
So not me.
Suffice it to say there was nowhere, as in no-freaking-where, to stash a weapon.
This meant I felt exposed in more ways than one and it sucked.