Page 67 of Innocence
My hands fisted on the table. Kya was mine, not theirs. No one else would touch her, or feel her. None of these motherfuckers deserved to hear her sweet voice.
Something heavy tightened in my chest as I rolled my glare up to Jerome. “Bring her to me.”
It was time to show Kya, and everyone else around here, who she belonged to. Every last bit of her was mine, and mine alone.
Ithought some beautiful man was taking me up into serenity. Staring into those brilliant blue eyes, I felt at peace. Like for the first time in my life, I was safe. But I wasn’t safe.
My saviour wasn’t an angel taking me to heaven. It was just Lorenzo, and he took me back to hell. I woke up once again locked in his stupid bed, locked in his fancy ass room. And was he here with me?
No. My captor didn’t feel the need to stick around and make sure I was okay. He left some goon to watch over me.
Did you really expect any different?
I kind of did. How sad was that? I was so starved for affection that I would’ve happily thrown my arms around the man that kidnapped me. But even he didn’t stick around to deal with me. I actually let myself think, for just a second, that maybe I was worth something to someone. Angie wasn’t the only one who cared. I should’ve listened to her.
Two years ago she tried to tell me how the world worked. Jordan Johnson asked me out on a date, and I was so excited that I spent hours getting ready. I tried on six different dresses, put on make-up and curled my hair.
When I showed up at the movie theater, I found Jordan and Sabrina in the alley. Angie was standing over their groaning bodies with her fists balled.
She found out what Jordan had planned for our date. He was going to take me back to his house and force me to do things to him while Sabrina filmed it.
Angie never told me how she found out. She just told me I shouldn’t trust people that seemed too nice, because the evilest intentions hid behind a pretty smile. A year later, I found a video of her and Jordan online. She still didn’t know I knew about that.
“Ahhh!” I groaned and kicked the headboard.
When was I gonna learn? How many times did I have to get hurt before I stopped trusting people? What did Ciara and her ‘help’ get me? Back in the same situation I’d just escaped.
I didn’t have an abundance of freedom before, but I could at least feel the wind on my face. Now I was back in this stupid room, surrounded by Lorenzo’s stupid scent.
Everywhere I went, there he was. His spicy masculine smell radiated from the pillows, and seeped into the neat row of suits in the closet. I couldn’t even escape him in the bathroom.
His stupid toothbrush sat on the counter mocking me. I may have scrubbed the toilet with it.
I might not have been so bored if he bothered to show up. Pop his head in and see what I was doing. Maybe check up on the person he found half dead. But no. Instead, he was off doing God knows what, with God knows who.
Probably off canoodling with the bitch that pushed me through the gate. Not that I cared. Because I didn’t. He could do whatever, or whoever, he wanted.
Stupid bitchface McGee, with her perfect boobs and hair.
I wasn’t jealous. I was mad.
Electricity poured through my veins at a faster rate than a powerline. I could’ve died. The least Lorenzo could do was check in on me. Hence the hunger strike. Also, he didn’t like being called Enzo.
Guess what I was going to start calling him? That’s right. Let’s see how smug he is then.
“Stupid Enzo, and his stupid muscles and handsome face.” My voice deepened as I rocked my head, mocking him. “I am your Master, Pet. You better listen to me.”
Pfft. I’ll show him Master.
“Get up, it’s time to go.”
Ugh, jerk-face was back.
“As you can see, I’m very busy. Why don’t you come back later.” I rolled my head along the mattress to sneer at the goon left behind to watch me. “Like, say, in a hundred years. I might be available then.”
This guy was almost as growly as my captor, and not nearly as handsome. There was a large scar that ran across the side of his face.
At first I felt bad. Something must’ve happened to him. I tried asking him about it. We were trapped in a room together, may as well talk. Nope. All the jerk-face did was stand in the corner and stare at me.
