Page 183 of Volatile Obsessions

? Secret - The Pierces ?

Iexpected for escort bloke to knock me out after watching him put Vic down, but he never did.

In fact, he didn’t speak to me at all. He merely tossed Vic’s limp body into the backseat beside me, slid behind the wheel, and pulled out into airport traffic—cool as a fucking cucumber.

We drove for quite some time in complete silence, shrouded by the dark of night.

Every instinct within me told me to fight back, to demand answers and get a better understanding of where he was taking me—since Liza hadn’t divulged a thing—but I remained tight-lipped throughout.

Stoic.

Seemingly unaffected by the gravity of the situation.

My mind was in the red, though—flags waving, alarms blaring.

Liza had finally caught up to me, in real time, and without an ounce of actual physical force, she coerced me into her trap.

Into her web of madness and revenge.

Like she’d done to Vic. She’d obviously lied to him as well, had led him to believe they were equal partners in whatever the full extent of their arrangement was.

I wasn’t afraid of death, but the thought of dying in her hands was a fucking nightmare.

Worst yet, Lux was coming after me…

What would happen if I was dead by the time she found her way to me? If she found her way to me…

Would Liza kill her, too?

Within that depraved loop is where my thoughts remained for the rest of the drive. Leaving the hustle and bustle of the city behind us, we ended up on scenic country roads where the plots of land grew larger and further apart with every twist and turn.

Eventually, we pulled into a long, narrow driveway that led to a massive estate. Securing said estate was a tall, iron gate. Escort wanker punched in the code and the doors opened slowly, granting us access to the semi-lit perimeter.

In any other circumstance, I would have ventured to say it was a gorgeous sight, all old-English style with hints of goth provided by the gargoyles at the top of the castle-like roof.

But my architectural appreciation quickly faded the moment the SUV slowed to a stop at the steps before the front doors.

Two men, who appeared to be hulking butlers based on their classic attire, came barreling down toward us. I was expecting them to yank my door open and pull me into their possession, but both men went around the back end, and opened the door opposite of me instead.

Where Vic laid, still passed the hell out.

One grabbed his arms, the other grabbed his legs… And then they were gone.

Seconds later, escort bloke was opening my door. Once again, he didn’t utter a single word, simply tipping his head by way of direction. I hopped out onto the pavement without protest and craned my head back, taking in the clear, late-night sky.

After all, it might’ve been the last time I’d ever get to see it.

And in some sense, it was—because that’s the moment when they finally knocked me out.

I didn’t even see it coming.

There was a brief whooshing sound.

Then a screeching blow to my head.

And then the world around me gave to darkness.

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