Page 110 of Hey, Daddy

Pairing it with whatever Eddison had given me to lose consciousness, my body wasn’t too happy right now.

The sweating and the trembling would normally indicate low blood sugar.

The confusion, nausea and blurry vision would explain it, too.

But at this point, I didn’t know which symptoms were from what.

Not that it mattered.

I doubted they’d care if my blood sugar was low.

Then again…

“Hello?”

The talking in the living room stopped.

“No, you go,” I heard Julia hiss. “She doesn’t know who you are.”

“Put on a mask,” Eddison suggested. “That way she can’t see your black hair and full beard.”

I would’ve laughed had this not been so serious.

“Seriously, Eddison,” Rich hissed. “Be quiet. You’ve done enough.”

The man came in with a ball cap pulled low over his face, so I couldn’t see his eyes.

He was big and bulky, and looked a lot like his son.

“I’m having a hypoglycemic episode,” I said. “My phone’s in there making a ton of noise because if I don’t get something to eat and fast, I’m going to start having issues.”

And that’s when I realized my mistake.

I shouldn’t have told them that there was an easy way to get rid of me.

Because now, I could practically see the wheels turning in the man’s head.

He knew that all he had to do was not feed me, and I’d be in trouble.

“I have a tracker on my phone,” I reported. “My brother is Shasha Semyonov. Not to mention, my fiancé, Haze Hopkins, has my phone tapped. He can follow me anywhere he wants. Plus, I have an app on my phone that sends alerts to him, and lets him know my last known location. If that phone is in this house with me, then he’ll know exactly where to find me.”

The man shifted on his feet nervously.

Another wave of nausea rolled through me, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from throwing up.

It didn’t work, and I bent as far to the side as I could and threw up everywhere.

It splashed all across the floor, up the wall, and even got onto the window.

“Goddammit,” the man hissed and left.

I heard more talking, this time way too quiet for me to hear.

Footsteps sounded, and I looked up to find Eddison staring at me with a glint in his eyes.

That’s when I saw the cables in his left hand.

I frowned, wondering what the hell was going on, when he bent over and plugged something into a battery that was on the floor.

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