My body rolls into something and then the movement comes to a complete stop. When I open my eyes and try to look around, it's pitch black. I try to stretch my legs but there isn't enough room.
I think I’m inside a trunk.
How did Jonah get me in here?
My throbbing head reminds me the truck crashed and then...I can't remember.
The trunk lid lifts and my breath hitches when I see the man towering over me.
Not Jonah.
"Wesley," I hiss, squinting at the blinding light above me.
"Rise 'n shine. C'mon, let's go." He digs his fingers into my upper arm and pulls me out.
"Shit, my head." I press my fingers to my temple.
"I have meds in the loft." He digs what I can only assume is the barrel of a gun into my back. "Start walkin'."
"Where're we?" I ask, not recognizing the building as he forces me through what looks like a dungeon but above ground.
It smells like oil and rust.
"That's not for you to worry about. Upstairs, go. Now."
"What's up here?" I ask weary.
Nothing good, I'm sure.
"Stop askin' questions, Delilah. Raven needs you, so do as you're told, and no one gets hurt."
"Raven's here?"
My question's answered by a loud wailing in the distance.
"What'd you do to her?" I sprint up the stairs, not worrying about him behind me, and whip open the door.
I'm greeted by a newly remodeled loft. Although it's one large space, it's separated by designated rooms. A master bedroom, living room, kitchen, and bathroom.
But it's the room next to the bed that has me panicking.
A nursery.
Raven's on the bed, propped up on pillows, and she's sweating.
"Are you okay?" I grab her hand and scan her body for any injuries.
"My water broke," she explains, sounding terrified.
"Oh my God. She needs to go to the hospital," I tell Wesley. "The baby's early. She needs a doctor."
"No!" he booms behind me. "That's why you're here."
My head snaps toward him. "Are you crazy? I've never delivered a baby before. I haven't even been pregnant."
"Your mom's a nurse, I'm sure you know enough."
My eyes widen as I realize why he's brought me here.