Page 141 of Relentless Sinner

“Actually, I do. Salvatore will resume his executorship over her estate once you’re confirmed missing and presumed dead. Then he’ll transfer everything to me. She’ll marry me if she doesn’t want to be sold.”

Another bomb drops in my heart. “You were working with Salvatore?”Fuck, the rat was Eric. He told the men we’d be in the Hamptons. They probably struck when they did because they thought they’d be more successful.

“It’s a recent partnership. I waited until he was desperate enough to need me before I approached him. How about I let him take it from here?”

Footsteps echo on the floor behind me. When I turn around, something sharp flies into my neck. It feels like a needle. My skin stings and I try to wipe it away but whatever it was has embedded under the surface.

Suddenly, Salvatore comes into my view and my blood heats.

“Hello, Jaxon.” A broad smile is stretched across his fucked-up face.

Son of a bitch. He didn’t fly off anywhere. He tricked me. He was here all along.

I growl and make a move to go for him, but the room spins and I trip over my own feet. The ground is falling away from under me.

Salvatore rushes toward me and starts kicking me in the gut and cursing. I can’t hear what he’s saying. All I can see is his lips moving and the rage on his face.

Whatever the fuck stabbed into my neck is doing a number on me. It’s not poison. It’s a drug. Some kind of concocted shit to mess with my mind.

My limbs grow heavy and my mouth slack. I try to crawl away but can barely move.

I make it to the doorway of the large hall and as I look ahead, I see my father slumped to the side of his wheelchair.

“Fath…er.” I cough.

The room spins, then I see nothing more. Before the darkness swallows me whole, I think of Gabriella.

And how wrong I was.

I should have never let her go.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Gabriella

I think I could be somewhere upstate.

From the locked windows of my new prison, it looks like I could be. There’s are lot of woods surroundingwherever I am.

I could be anywhere.

I tried to keep track of where my captors were taking me, but I lost my way the moment the car turned onto the country roads.

It’s funny how I thought I was a prisoner at Jaxon’s house. I wasn’t.

In his home withhimwas where I was safest.

Now I’m waiting inside this room.

It’s a plain bedroom with a basic design that reminds me of the dorms on campus. By contrast, the house we’re in is not basic. It’s an enormous estate with the same grandeur in design and elegance as Jaxon’s father’s home.

At first, I guessed it must belong to Eric, but I don’t think it’s his everyday home. Or somewhere many people know about. He wouldn’t take me somewhere like that where people could find him. Then again, who would suspect him of anything untoward?

There was no one around to witness his betrayal. Not even the cameras will pick him up because he had someone mess with the surveillance. That’s how he snuck my father onto the property so easily.

My bastard of a father greeted me with a slap across my face for daring to think I could escape him, and for my defiance.

Eric was not like Jaxon. He stood by and watched my father beat me, doing nothing more than watching me as if I were nothing but a pest.

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