My head throbs as my lashes flutter open. The last thing I remember was talking to Lia in the bathroom at the restaurant before something was placed over my head and I felt a prick in my neck. I remember hearing Lia arguing with someone as I was dragged from the bathroom then I tried to press the panic button on the watch that Enzo gave me, but after that, everything is blank.
What the hell happened?
I blink a couple of times to clear my vision, not recognizing the room I’m in. It seems to be a bedroom, though I don’t recognize it. There’s only a mattress that I’m lying on, and no other furniture inside. I glance down and let out a breath of relief when I note my clothes being in place, though I still have no freaking idea what the hell is going on.
“Hello?” I croak.
Nothing. I’m met with nothing but silence.
I shift and try to stand, but it’s only then that I realize the arm I’ve been lying on is chained to the wall. Panic claws up my throat as tears spring to my eyes. I don’t know why I’m here, or how I got here, but I do know my husband will be going out of his goddamn mind with panic.
I shift again, trying to use my free hand to press the panic button again, in case it never worked the first time. Only my wrist is watch free, and all hope I was beginning to feel fades away, leaving me with nothing but dread.
I have no doubt that he’ll do everything he can to try and find me, but whether I’ll still be alive by that point is the thing that guts me. If Enzo loses me, if he loses us, he’ll never survive. If we die, he’ll die too. So I guess I’m just gonna have to do everything I can to stay alive until he gets here, because I’m not letting the man I love more than anything in this world die from the pain of losing us.
I try to think back to the last thing I remember, though it’s all a blur. I remember Lia grilling me about the Romano’s, then… nothing.
My breathing stutters when I think about my best friend. Is she okay? Did they take her too? Or did they leave her. Did they hurt her? Is she even still alive? The thought of something happening to my best friend because of me… nope. I can’t go there.
I don’t know why anyone would want to take me. As far as I’m aware, no one is actively targeting my new family right now, and Enzo told me he “took care” of the gang that was threatening me. So, who the hell would come after me?
Nothing makes sense, and whatever drugs they gave me are making my head swim. Distorted memories flitting in and out as I try to piece together the facts, memories of muffled voices stab through the fog, just out of reach.
My eyelids droop as I glance around the room, right before everything fades to black once more.
