Page 177 of Rhet

“Ms. Zee.”

“Draven?” I hiccup.

He stands with an umbrella over my head.

Hope sparks in my mind. “Did Rhet send you?”

“No, ma’am Julian, he just went up to Rhet’s office.” Disappointment fills me as he escorts me to the car.

As he opens the car door. I slide in. Draven closes the door, cutting off the sound of the outside world.

“Where would you like to go?” Draven asks.

“To my mom’s house please.”

He doesn’t ask any questions. He just puts the car into drive, and we are off. I let my tears loose, crying for Rhet and me, for the situation I put myself in. I cry for the chains Carson has on us. The salty tears make me feel even more numb on the inside.

I slide down into the seat and curl up on my side, looking at the rain pound the car’s window pane. I still don’t know how he found out about Dante.

As the car parks in front of my mom’s house. Draven quickly comes round the car with an umbrella in hand. He opens the door. I wipe my tears and exhale, then step out of the car.

“Do you want to go back to the house for your stuff?” he asks.

I look at him, as if to see how much does he know.

“Tell Julian he can throw it all away.”

Draven shakes his head. “You want me to slap some sense into him for you?”

I smirk. “It’s okay.”

Draven nods “If you need anything . . .”

“Thanks Draven” I begin to walk up my stairs to get away from the rain. As Draven drives off I notice the black sedan adjacent to my house. The back window winds down as Carson face appears.

He didn’t have to say anything, I walk down the stairs to his car, his driver jumped out and walked to the other side of the car and an opened the back door.

My heart is racing as I cross the street and slide into the black sedan.

“Mr. Carson I-,” before I can finish my explanation Carson raises his hand and slaps me across the face. The car pulls off causing me to sway.

I turn to hit him right back when I hear the click of a gun. Carson leans on the door and points the gun at me.

“I should shoot you and leave your body right here,” Carson’s face was red. His hand trembles. I don’t talk, I rub my face feeling the pain from that slap.

It would be swollen in the morning. That’s if I get to see the morning. The thought of my death made me anxious.

“Eighty-five million dollars. You made the bid of eighty-five million dollars.” Carson shakes his head in disbelief.

“I should have bid one hundred million. I needed Rhet to outbid not just you, but all the other people in that auction” I declare. In a rush Carson reaches over to me and places his body flat on mine with the gun at the side of my head.

“Say that one more time,” he screams, spittle dropping from his mouth to my face.

I push at him to get off of me. Not caring about the gun. “I have had enough of men threatening to shoot me today. Get off me”

I move my body, sinking between the space of the back seat and passenger seat.

Carson grabs my head and knocks it into the back of the car door. My world instantly went black.

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