Threatening me with violence. That was pretty counterproductive to his role in my life. But I had a feeling he already knew that. He was full of bullshit. He’d never hurt me. I didn’t know how I knew. I just knew.
“Aw, too bad. I pegged you for someone with a little more self-control than that.”
Ransom bent down, his lips almost touching mine when he spoke. “Get out of here before I tell your father you tried to seduce your close protection officer.”
Thatgot my attention.
My mouth dropped in shock. “That’s a lie!”
He shrugged. “Your constant presence in my room raises red flags. If it’s not your intention—stop wandering in here. Either way, my conscience is clear. I never use it. Nowleave.”
I did. In a flurry of tears and feverish panic, slamming my bedroom door behind me dramatically. As soon as I was alone, in the dark, I picked up my phone and called Hera. I’d been hoping to avoid it, but my parents were obviously not going to call me back and I was out of options. I couldn’t continue living under the same roof with this man. Hell, I needed to sage the whole neighborhood to get rid of his demonic vibes.
Hera picked up on the fourth ring. She sounded sleepy, in comparison to my hysterical panting and sobbing.
“Hallie?” She yawned. Her voice alone felt like a slap in my face. “Are you okay? Are yousafe?”
Yes? No? How was I to even answer this question?
“Hera. I need—need—need your help!” I howled, burying my face inside my pillow. This douchehole was manipulating me, controlling every aspect of my life…he wasn’t a protector. He was an abuser.
“Are you okay?” She sounded alert now.
“Physically, I guess.” I huffed. “But mentally—”
“If this is about the bodyguard, there’s nothing I can do for you.” The concern in her voice morphed into annoyance. I heard her sit upright, the bedsprings squeaking under her slight body.
“You don’t understand!” I said desperately. “He is a nightmare, he—”
“You showed your tits to the entire world, Hallie. Do you really think what you need right now ismoreindependence? He’s been hired to help sort things out. Let him help.”
“He is threatening me. Manipulating me. Not to mention he confiscates my belongings.”
“Yeah, well, let’s admit it, if you still act like a teenager, maybe it’s high time someone confiscated your things.” She let out another yawn.
I closed my eyes, gritting every single word out of my mouth like they were made out of glass. “Hera, Mom and Dad won’t answer me. I know they’ll listen to you. You’re their favorite.”
Shelovedhearing that.
“Mom and Dad don’t play favorites,” she countered primly. “I don’t think you stand a chance at getting through to them, regardless. They’re really upset. They’ve tried so hard for you. I can’t even start counting the ways you’ve broken their hearts. Theyare, however, asking that guy they sent to babysit you for updates, so maybe if you finally come to your senses and start behaving like a grownup, he’ll tell them to call you back.”
“Hera! I—”
“No, Hallie. I’m sorry. You need to deal with this on your own. I have to catch up on sleep. I have a shift in two hours.”
With that, she hung up, leaving me in a darkened sea of satin sheets and misery.
Then.
The first rule was to never develop feelings.
Not for the toys.
Not for the food that was served.
Certainly not for people.
When Mr. Moruzzi adopted us, it all looked so promising. He had a big house and a wife who was a therapist, and had a nice, airy room with a lot of plants and framed inspirational quotes by notable people.