“You ready?” he asked.
“For what?” I questioned.
“Your life to change.” He laughed. I started to get out but was pulled backward. “Wow, so eager you didn’t even unbuckle yourself.”
“Screw you!”
He just laughed. “Oh, honey, my boss doesn’t share. Walk or carry?”
What did that even mean? I didn’t get a chance to ask because, apparently, I didn’t answer him quickly enough, and the next thing I knew, I was being tossed over his shoulders again. “This carrying me is getting old.”
“Well,” he shifted me so he could pull open the door. “Maybe you should have answered quicker.”
“Answer quicker? You hardly gave me a chance to speak!”
He shrugged his shoulders, the movement jostling my body. “Bossman is waiting.”
I mocked his words, and he just laughed, unaffected by my anger. “You talk like I know what any of this means!”
He smacked my ass. “Oh, you will, Princess, you will.”
He offered me no more information, and I gave up struggling, accepting that he wouldn’t put me down until he was good and ready. The further down we walked through the hallway, the louder sounds became. Men cheering and booing echoed through the hall until we burst through the door in the middle of a fight ring,
Sweat broke out along my spine, fear freezing me in place. I wasn’t exactly sure where I was, but I was positive that if it was in the middle of nowhere, in an underground facility, it couldn’t be good, and it most definitely could not be legal. I dug my nails into Troy, securing him to me as we walked past, ignoring all the whistles and taunts of the men directed right at me.
He walked directly around the ring, giving me a glimpse of two men, bloodied and fighting, before following a clear path to a door toward the back of the room. He exited through the door, the sound instantly dulling. Halfway down, he opened a new door, where he sat me in a chair in the middle of the room before walking out.
He fucking left.
Without a fucking word.
I didn’t know whether I should be fuming with anger or try escaping. I decided to try the door, not all that surprised that it was locked. I sat back down, my anger boiling over. How dare he treat me like this! I’m a Doctor! That title alone commanded respect.
Ten minutes.
Twenty.
A damn hour went by before Troy reappeared, a smile spreading across his face. “I knew you would be on fire by the time I came back.” I stood, ready to explode when he stopped me. “Come on, Princess, Russo and Frank are ready for you.”
That piqued my interest. Russo? Who was he and what did he have to do with my father? I followed, willingly, on my own two feet, without having Troy shove me. He walked me to the last door down the hall before opening it and gesturing me to go inside. I gave him a chilled look as I passed, then turned into the room and froze, a very familiar face looking back at me.