Page 133 of Stains of Desire
I don't answer. No matter the consequence, I won't claim Axel ever forced himself on me. The only one who's forced me into doing anything sexual with him is William.
He mistakes my silence. "I took care of him. He's dead. Put your clothes on."
My hand flies to my mouth, and I sob.
They killed him. Axel is dead?
Pain and more anguish fill my heart.
There is no chance of anyone looking for Millie now.
I fall to the ground and wail.
"Get up," William screams, but I can't.
"Millie. No one is looking for Millie." I sob.
He yanks me off the ground under my armpits. "I know exactly where Millie is and who has her."
My head jerks up at him, and I choke out, "What?"
"Get your clothes on. When you can control yourself like a lady, we will discuss this."
He's lying.
What if he's not?
Why would he know where Santiago took her?
Oh God. What if he knows what I told Santiago?
I put my clothes on. "Where is she?"
"Let's go."
I grab his arm. "William, please. Tell me where she is."
His eyes turn into slits. "We will discuss this when you can control yourself."
I stand straighter and wipe my face. "I'm sorry. Please tell me where she is."
He places his hand on my elbow and shoves me out the door. "Shut up and pull it together. Do not embarrass me."
I try to compose myself. Thoughts of Axel being dead and whether William is lying about knowing Millie's location spiral in my head. The stabbing in my heart never ceases, but I manage not to shed anymore tears.
I don't take my eyes off the floor. When we get outside, I look up.
A plane sits on the runway.
New fear grips me. "Where are we going?"
"Home."
"We are home."
"No. Panama City."
My stomach drops. "Please. Tell me where my daughter is."
