Page 33 of Seduced By Two Alphas

The room looked familiar. It wasn’t a bedroom, at least not a typical one. The walls were made of gray concrete. The floors the same. God, the smell of manure was going to make me throw up.

Nezat had left the room, locking the steel door behind him. I looked around the room, noticing how moldy the walls were in some places, and aside from the stench of poop, I also smelled stagnant water. There was a window high above me, too far for me to reach even if there was something to stand on. The window was too small, anyway. I’d never fit through it.

But I wasn’t giving up. I wasn't going to just sit there and wait for Nezat to return.

There were wooden shelves on one side, slats of wood embedded in the walls, homemade and derelict. Some parts of the shelf were broken, but there were objects on the shelves, things like old paint cans and tools. I had no idea what they were used for, but they were rusty and covered in dust.

There was also debris on the floor, but the longer I searched, the less I thought I was getting out of this. There was nothing here that could help me. Nothing of any use.

“You escaped him once,” I reminded myself. “Though you had plenty of help.” I walked over to the wall where the window was located and rested my hands on the wall. “Please let my mates figure out where I am.”

I wasn’t a fatalist, but I knew the odds were stacked against me. Nezat had snatched me out of thin air, and Jack and Ken had only been in Hungry about seven months. They didn’t know the town, wouldn’t know where to look. They’d gotten lucky the last time, but I wasn't holding out hope they’d find me again.

My best bet was telling Nezat that I was pregnant, but my worry was that he would kill me because I was useless to him. I had to stay alive. I had to get out of here and back into my mates’ arms.

The steel door creaked open. I pressed my back to the wall, ready to fight to the death to keep Nezat from touching me.

But it wasn’t Nezat who walked into the room.

It was Fred.

“Fred?” I thought of what Dillon had told me. The dream he’d had. Why on earth couldn’t Dillon dream of sandy beaches or a trip to Disney World? Why were all his dreams so fucked up?

But he’d also said he’d seen me holding a baby. That meant I was going to survive, right? I had to hold on to that hope, because if I didn’t, I’d fall apart, which I wanted to do. I refused to give my father the satisfaction.

“I tried to reason with you, boy.” Fred smirked as he strutted into the room. “Where are your attack dogs now? God, I wish I could have seen the looks on their faces when you were snatched from right under their noses. It would have been priceless.”

“How could you do this to me?” I asked. “Do you even know who you’re working for?”

“How could I do this?” Fred laughed. “You were the one who said we were useless to each other, that you weren’t even my son. Why on earth should I have pity for you?”

“You were after my money,” I reminded him. Not that I had a lot. A few thousand in my savings. I wasn’t going to get rich owning a café, but I’d saved every penny, except for expenses, and stuffed it away in case my café ever went under. I’d wanted a cushion, something to fall back on. But I wasn’t rich.”

“Now I don’t have to worry about that. Nezat agreed to pay me handsomely to get rid of your attack dogs, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

My teeth gnashed together. “Do you even know what Nezat is?”

“Do I care?” Fred leaned his shoulder against the wall as he faced me. “Clearly he’s some demented guy who gets off on kidnapping men.”

“He’s not just some guy.” I rubbed my temples. Why was I even bothering trying to explain anything? “He’s not going to pay you. He’s going to kill you as soon as you’re no use to him.” I narrowed my eyes. “Even so, you’d sell out your own flesh and blood knowing he’s kidnapping men and raping them?”

Fred grimaced. “No he’s not.”

Ugh. My father was a complete idiot. He only saw what he wanted to see. Did that help him sleep at night? Had he convinced himself that Nezat was kidnapping men just for the fun of it and then letting them go?

I also wasn’t worried about Fred going after Jack and Ken. They would kill him before Fred had the chance to do anything. I wanted to care what happened because Fred was my father. I’d wanted to believe that somewhere deep down inside of him there was a good man.

There was nothing but darkness in Fred’s heart. What had my mom ever seen in him?

The same thing I’d seen in Albert. I hadn't wanted to be alone. Maybe that was why my mom had dealt with Fred. Loneliness. I’d seen I before. Nice people with creeps. I’d always told myself that I would never fall for someone like that, and I’d turned around and done just that with Albert.

As if I’d conjured him up, Albert stepped into the room, a smirk on his face. “Looks like I have the last laugh,” he said. “Where are your boyfriends now?”

I couldn’t even right now. “Both of you can kick rocks,” I said. “I hope Nezat kills you two.” I was talking big, but inside, my stomach felt like rocks and my heart wouldn’t slow down.

Fred pushed away from the wall. “I’ll come back and let you know how much your attack dogs squealed as I killed them.”

Albert smiled as Fred walked out. I didn’t want to be left alone with my ex. I never wanted to be in his presence again. “You might as well go, too.”

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