Page 62 of Taken By Him

Chapter Twenty-One

Kasia

Not even the shower is helping my sore muscles and throbbing head. The brandy didn’t help as much as I hoped it would. It only made things foggier. I don’t remember everything from the night before. I do remember Dominik coming into the room.

I remember the anger in my heart and the concern on his face.

It’s too much to think about right now. I turn off the water and dry off, taking it slow. All the damn crying has made me tired still. My entire life, I’d kept from crying like that because of my father. But after seeing what he had planned. What he had wanted to do to me, it’s like a dam burst inside me that I couldn’t stop.

All of my clothes have been moved to Dominik’s bedroom, so I put my sundress back on from yesterday. I’m not up for seeing him yet. He must be so angry with me for meeting with Degrazio behind his back. Tommy called him home after he found me in the bathroom at the diner. I’m proving to be more trouble than I’m worth, I’m sure.

My phone’s gone, as well as everything DeGrazio gave me. Dominik must have all of it.

When I open the door, one of Dominik’s men I haven’t met yet greets me.

“Hello, Mrs. Staszek. Your husband has left orders for you to either stay in this room or go to your room.”

I stare at him. He means Dominik’s room.

“Am I not allowed food?” I ask, trying to hide my snark. It’s my own fault this is happening. I’ve stayed in my room, hiding away from everything all day long. Dominik is probably contemplating how to deal with me, his errant, stupid, worth-nothing wife.

“You mean dinner? Of course. I’ll ask Margaret to bring up something,” he says, pulling his phone out of his pocket. Apparently, I’m not to be left alone even for the short time it would take for him to go downstairs.

I touch his arm before he finishes dialing. “No, that’s okay. Thanks. I’ll just go to Dominik’s room.” I walk past him and go to the next room so I can change into clean clothes.

The last of the afternoon sun shines through the window, making the pain in my head even sharper. I close the blinds and quickly change. I’m not spending any more time locked away. I don’t care what Dominik does to me, or what his men threaten. I’m tired of being hidden and imprisoned.

With fresh clothes on, I open the bedroom door. The same soldier stands there waiting for me to ask him to do something for me. I don’t need him to do anything. I’ll take care of myself.

“I need to use the car.” I step out of the room and into the hall.

He squares off with me, his brows pulled together with worry. He’s probably not sure what to do. Does he drag me back in the room, does he call for help? Seeing as he’s unsure, I’m positive Dominik’s not in the house.

Good.

That makes things easier.

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