Page 114 of Falcon's Prey

With that, Pam just looked me up and down. Then she turned to Silas and purred.

“It was apleasuredoing business with you.”

Silas smirked at her. “The money is transferred.”

I felt so fucking stupid. A part of me refused to believe what Pam had said.I’m so much worse.The memory came alive, echoing in my skin.You will pay for this.His hatred for me was always there, and I chose to believe he cared when no one in my life had.

Stupid.

Pathetic.

Little girl.

“Whatever,” I seethed. “I’d rather be dead than go with you.”

Silas pressed me to his chest, his hand at the back of my nape. “You don’t come with me right now, I’ll kill your father.”

I should have fought harder or maybe tell him to go fuck himself. To kill a father I’d never known, but in the end, I couldn’t.

“I. Hate. You.”

“Not as much as I do,” he spat back as he led me out.

I didn’t look back to try to find Ren. I didn’t ask for help. I wanted to be loved, and I never got that. I wanted to love, and it fucking burned me. As I walked out of the club, I didn’t have it in me to care anymore.

Deep down, I always knew my life was not my own, but it was time I gave in to it fully.

Pawn. Princess. Prey.

It was all I’d ever known.

Every milethat was put between Ren and me felt like a stab to the chest. I think it was the adrenaline and betrayal that didn’t let me process what was being said and not reason. The farther I went away from him, I realized one thing: I would never let another man hurt me as he did.

“Where are we going?” I asked Silas.

“Back home.”

Right, back to my penthouse prison.

A few minutes later, when it became clear that we weren’t going to his place, I sat up, trying to stay alert. Think of a game plan. I was so stupid to leave what the doctor had left for me behind. This was what I got for putting my life in the hands of a man. I lose my control and self-preservation.

Silas got a call, and I pretended like I didn’t care. “One hour. We’ll meet you in the pad.”

It didn’t make sense until we arrived at the Hill. The hotel had a helipad that was accessible for the Hills, and I was more than welcome to use it, but I’d never needed it.

“Where are we going?”

“Back home,” Silas repeated.

Once parked, he got out of the car as his men came and dragged me out. I kicked, and I screamed, but they wouldn’t let me go. One of them put their hand in my mouth. I bit it hard until the metallic taste of his blood coated my lips.

“Someone shut her up. I don’t want to hear her,” Silas commanded.

“Stupid bitch.” The guys whose hand I had bitten smacked me, smearing his blood on my cheek.

My skin throbbed, but sadly, it wasn’t anything new.

I kept quiet as we made our way up to my floor. I needed to buy enough time. I could escape; I could break free. I didn’t care about the money, the fame, or the glory. I just wanted to stop feeling this fucking despair that came with feeling and caring. I wanted something for myself, because it was evident no one else would.