Page 54 of Wicked Truths
“I can’t fucking believe I ever trusted him. Fucking dick.” I mumble to myself as I stare out the window.
The man in the backseat grunts in response before picking up a bundle of rope and grabbing my hands, pulling them behind my back.
My shoulder throbs, and I hiss out in pain as he pulls my arm further back.
He makes quick work of the rope, wrapping itaround my wrists in a figure eight before tying it several times.
When he releases my hands, I try to fight the binds, but the rope doesn’t give. He knows what he’s doing, and I’ve even bet that I’m not the first person who he’s tied up before.
Letting out a long sigh, I say, “You didn’t have to tie me up. I’m not going to fight you.”
I should probably feel scared and want to try to escape, but I don’t. Surprisingly, I feel calm.
Even if I was free, I wouldn’t try to fight them.
Besides their much larger sizes, I don’t have much energy between fighting off Jax and my other attacker and Jax dropping the news that Mom is still alive.
I turn in my seat to face the man to my left and ask bluntly, “What do you want from me?”
The driver clears his throat and answers me as he turns a corner, heading toward the island. “Nothing in particular. But your father has all the answers we need. You are just going to be held for ransom, so to speak.”
What have Dad and Joey gotten into? What answers does he have for the Rossi’s? Did he even know they were living down here in Savannah?
What else have I missed over the past two years? What else are Dad and Joey keeping from me?
When will all the lies end?
“So I’m just a bargaining chip? What questions do you need answers to?”
“Leave it to the men. We will discuss business aswe always do.” He barks out as he presses the gas pedal to speed around a slow car in front of us.
“Ugh.” I mumble.
I’m so tired of sexist men who think women are helpless. I’ll show them. I’ll show all of them. Including Rhett.
I don’t need their help. I can get the answers I need and they need without my family’s help.
If only I knew what the questions were, then I would know where to start looking for the answers.
The man to my left laughs loudly. It would be a belly jiggling laugh, if he had a belly. “Boss, I don’t think she liked that answer.”
I roll my eyes and scoff before speaking louder for the driver to hear. “Of course, I didn’t like that dismissive answer. I don’t think women should be talked down to just because we don’t have a dick.”
My gaze meets the driver’s gaze in the rearview mirror.
“Well, when you’re in our line of work, women rarely get involved in business matters. That is the men’s job.”
“I had no choice when my family had to move and start over. It was just the three of us.”
“But you have a choice now, and right now, I’d advise you to not ask questions or piss anyone off with your attitude.”
I break his gaze and stare out the front window as we drive across the all too familiar bridge to get to Tybee Island.
This is the area where the team lived when I firstmet them two years ago. Where I met Rhett. Where I would spend my nights and weekends after I snuck out of my house just to be with him.
This is where the rich and the famous live in their mansions and elegant, multi-story beach houses.
The driver slows down and stops in front of a gated house. He rolls down his window and punches in a code on the number pad.