Page 132 of Shattered Veil
“Where are you taking me?” I ask him, trying to remain calm like I don’t care and I’m not afraid of him anymore.
“Where you belong. With me. Forever.” He turns to face me with glassy eyes. “Ella, I’m so sorry. Please. Please give me another chance. I know your father knows what I did. And I’ll apologize to him, too. Prove to you that it will never happen again.”
The harder I fight Wesley, the harder he’ll fight back. I have to trick him somehow.
“Can I have time to think it over?” I sniff. “Please, just ask the driver to bring me back to my apartment. Please?”
“Fuck, man, I love when you beg me.” He grips my face, startling me. “Will you crawl for me?”
His touch makes my stomach turn. “Um.”
My heart pounds. I squeeze my phone in my hand. Even if Balor doesn’t want me anymore, I know I could message Katya and her husband will get me out of this.
“Answer me!” Wes hollers.
When I struggle, an acrid smell fills the car’s interior. Wesley’s large hand presses a thick white towel across my face.
I pull on his veiny hands and kick, screaming into the towel as he smothers me. The sickly-sweet smell drags into my lungs and then everything goes black.
CHAPTER SIXTY
Ella
Water splashes in my face, and I gasp a breath. Head pounding, I crank open one eye and my world tumbles out of control.
Wesley fills my vision. In his police uniform. As if I need the reminder.
“Hello,Estella,” the breathy way he says my full name turns my blood cold.
I lift my head to scream, only to realize I’m tied to a table. Flat on my back with my hands over my head. When I try to kick, I realize my legs are tied to each corner as well.
I shiver and realize I’m stripped down to my bra and panty.
“My clothes! Where are my clothes?” I bellow, twisting against the bindings.
“The clothes someotherman bought you?” he grinds out, sounding furious.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I play dumb.
How much does Wes know about my life now?
“I have all you need right here.” He picks up the box that was left on my doorstep, the one he dropped off.
The idea he got into my father’s apartment has me thrashing on the table. “Stop. Stop it. Help!” I scream.
“Relax, Ella,” he says, scrunching his nose.
“Don’t tell me to relax,” I snap. “Where the hell am I? How long have I been here?”
“I can’t say where you are.” He smiles. “But you’ve been here for three days.”
Breath whooshes from my lungs.Threedays? Is Balor looking for me? My father? Combined, they’re a deadly duo.
“You are a stupid, stupid, dead man, Wesley,” I grindout.
“You belong to me. Did I not make that clear?” His fingers grip my shoulder. Sharp nails like talons dig into the tatted skin. “And what the fuck is this?”
“It’s a tattoo to cover where you engraved your initials into me like a monster.”