Chapter Three
"YOU TOLD THEM YOUR NAME! YOUR REAL NAME, YOU IDIOT!" It takes every ounce of self-control not to wrap my hands around Gray’s throat as he drives us back to the property. I told him to reveal himself to her, not to lay himself—and, by extension, me—out on a silver platter.
I know what Nate is capable of. He’ll find out everything there is to know about Francis Garrison Turner by the end of the day. More accurately, that there has been no Francis Turner in thirteen years. Not since I helped him disappear. It was the one time I ever did the dirty work myself. To this day, I can smell the decaying body as we maneuvered it into the SUV. The only reprieve was that the rigor mortis had already lessened. But it was necessary for Gray to become invisible. To put the plan in motion. Getting my revenge was the added bonus. Back then, I didn’t intend to keep him around for over a decade, but he has served his purpose over the years.
As soon as Gray parks the car in the garage, I make my way into our new—and definitely temporary—home. The place is filthy, and even after two days of Elise cleaning it from top to bottom, I can barely stand setting foot in it.
Just a few more days.
There is one thing I know will lift my spirits. Since my personal physician is adamant that I cannot increase my dosage, I need to find other ways to numb the violent urge to punish someone for Gray’s irresponsible actions. Opening the door to his new bedroom, I take in the dark space. It’s a joke compared to our previous houses—not that I care where he is stored. I’m only keeping him around until I have what I want and he’s no longer needed as potential leverage.
His eyes find mine. He’s awake. Perfect.
"How do you like your new accommodations?" I haven’t spoken to him since we left South America.
"Are you fucking serious?" he snarls at me. "I wake up in this shithole, and Elise refuses to talk to me. Where the fuck are we?"
He is almost cute when he tries to appear threatening. If it weren’t for the restraints on his hands and feet, I might even buy it. Why couldn’t he have shown this type of backbone when we met?
I move until I am right beside his bed and pull out my phone. While hiding in the shadows, I made sure to take a picture of his precious Lilly. I hold the screen in front of his face.
"We are home, my dear."