The soft, final snick of the lock turning on the outside of the door cut through the quiet like a knife. He’d locked me in. Just like that. The room suddenly felt smaller, the cozy quilt on the bed and the polished wood of the dresser nothing more than a pretty disguise for a cage. Anthony didn’t want me outside. He wanted me contained right here, within these four walls, under his control. That much was terrifyingly clear.I stood completely still in the middle of the room, straining my ears against the thick silence that followed the sound of the lock. There were no footsteps walking away down the hallway, no creaking floorboards. It was just heavy, empty quiet. Was he standing right outside the door, leaning against it, listening for my reaction? Or had he already walked away, completely sure the locked door would hold me? My heart pounded hard and fast against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat of fear. Welcome home. Those words felt like a sick joke now, crawling under my skin. This was
My heart was beating very fast as I waited for the door to open. Cool, damp air rushed in, smelling sharply of pine needles and wet earth. It was a clean smell, for the first time since I got into the van and I dragged a deep breath into my lungs. Then his voice cut through it.“We’re home, Marissa.”Home. The word landed like a stone in my stomach. Anthony’s voice was close, right outside the open door. It sounded… satisfied. Smug, even. Like he’d just won a prize.I flinched when his hands touched my shoulders. Not rough, but firm. Guiding. He untied the blindfold from behind my head. The fabric fell away, and even the dim, grey light filtering through thick clouds felt blinding. I squeezed my eyes shut, blinking rapidly.“Easy now,” he murmured, his breath too close to my ear. “Give your eyes a moment.”I kept blinking, forcing them to adjust. Shapes swam into focus. Anthony stood in the open doorway, silhouetted against a backdrop of dense, dark green trees. Tall pines and firs, t
I didn’t know how long we had been on the road.The blindfold had been on since they led me out. I tried, at first, to keep track of every turn, every stop, every bump that might give away something. I counted seconds. I imagined corners. I tried to hold onto a rhythm. But somewhere along the line, time slipped away from me. And so did the road. Everything started to feel the same. Every sound. Every dip. Every breath of air.I sat in silence, my hands resting on my lap, unbound, but still trapped in more ways than I could explain. There was no rope, no chains, no screaming guards. Just the tight knot in my stomach and the fabric over my eyes.When Anthony came in that morning, he had simply opened the door like he owned the world, and announced that we were leaving. He said I needed to get up. That everything was changing. I didn't understand but he didn't explain further. “We’re going somewhere better,” he had said. “Somewhere you’ll be safe. You’ll be happy.”I hadn’t answered rig
Walker’s call came in at 8:00am on Friday; 4 hours ahead of the 24 hours I gave him. That was Walker, efficient as hell. I was still in bed though I had barely gotten any sleep all night. My thumb jabbed the answer button. I was sitting up before the phone reached my ear."Walker. Talk to me. Did you find her? Where is she?" My voice sounded rough, like I’d swallowed sand. It was a the voice of frustration.His voice was flat, like always. "I’ve got something. You know the black van you said she was taken away in? I found it. It’s registered to a guy named Marcus Delaney. He lives out .""Delaney? Is he involved? Where is he?" I was already swinging my legs out of bed, the cold floor biting into my bare feet. My mind raced. I could go there now. I would find him. Find…"Unlikely," Walker cut in, breaking my thoughts. "The van was reported stolen two days before Marissa was taken. The owner filed a police report."Stolen?" Disappointment warred with the flicker of hope that had risen i
There was only one person that I knew who could find a man even if he was hidden under a rock. It was the same person who’d found Anthony out when he started that ill thought-out sabotage against Kingston Enterprise. Walker.We kept Walker around for purposes such as this. He didn’t like to be seen much so we never met physically. He didn’t like to speak much too. All Walker needed was the tiniest of details and he would find out whatever you needed him to find out. So now as I texted him the details of the black van that Marissa had been taken away in, I let myself be a little hopeful. Just a little hopeful. If there was anyone who could find Marissa, it was Walker. No one knew where he got his information, and one asked. As he always said, he had his way.On it, boss. Give me a few days.I glanced at my phone as his response popped up on the screen.I don’t have a few days, Walker. I need you to find her in 24 hours.His response came almost immediately after.On it.I didn’t doubt
Chapter 124Jordan's POVThree days!It had been three more days since Marissa had gone missing. Two days since her mother had shown up at the door to announce that Anthony was out of jail. Two days since I'd been turning all of New York city over in search of the woman I'd come to love so much that the mere thought of living without her has continued to squeeze painfully at my heart.Caleb had infact confirmed that Anthony had been released from jail. First, the warders had tried to play innocent. They'd claimed not to have an idea who or what Caleb was talking about, but a name drop, revealing him as a Kingston, and a single threat to have them all thrown in the same cell Anthony had occupied only days before had them rethinking their answers.In the end, they had admitted to having let him go after his lawyer provided a Magistrate's order of release. That didn't make much sense to me when Caleb relayed it to me hours later. It didn't make much sense to him either. I was certain tha