“I don’t want to hear or see anything else. I just want to leave. Please, just let me go.” Tears form in my eyes. I feel broken, so damn broken like a broken doll, shattering into pieces.
“You can’t leave,” Wes tells me, standing up and moving in on me, as if he’s waiting for the moment when I make a run for it. As if I could escape… I open my mouth to respond, but I’m interrupted by the dinging of the elevator. It opens a moment later and Declan walks into the living room looking like he just ran a marathon.
Sweat drips down his face, and there seems to be a peacefulness in his eyes that I’ve never seen before. The darkness I’ve grown so accustomed to is still there, but he seems as if he’s got a clear head.
“I see your plan is working, she definitely looks like she is on board,” Declan says sarcastically.
On board?
“What plan? What is he talking about? What are you trying to get me to do?” I ask Trey and Wes who are both glaring at their brother.
“Go on, tell her your plan. I’m guessing she didn’t believe that her father wanted her dead?” Anger zings through me, burning fury pulses through my veins. I’ve endured so much at the hands of these three men, and now they’re fucking with my head.
“We were hoping you would help us to get to your father, help us take him down,” Wes admits and my mouth pops open in shock.
“You mean help you kill him? You are asking me to help you kill my father?” How stupid do they think I am? What makes them think I would ever agree to such a thing?
“You don’t know the things your father has done. You have no idea what kind of man he really is,” Trey tells me and all I want to do is cover my ears and stop listening to them.
I want to storm off, hide in my room and slam the door, but there is nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. I’m stuck here with these three men who have complete control over me, and I wonder how I’m ever going to get out of this.