“You think you have everything figured out, don’t you?” she snarled in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “Tyler was never behind this, darling.”
Wait. What?
“You’ve been the one sending me messages?” I asked as my stomach turned.
“Your hired goons didn’t figure it out, did they? They pegged my husband all along.” She dragged her nails down my arm, pressing harder than she had on my leg.
The skin had started to break, but I bit my lip. “Let me go, please, Natasha,” I begged through gritted teeth as I tried not to scream.
“Don’t be a silly girl, Race. I’ve got you right where I want you.” Her heels tapped against the floor as she took three short steps away from me.
The sound of metal clinking in the background put my senses on high alert. “I’ll do anything.”
One step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
“You don’t get it, do you?” she purred in my ear.
“Tell me. I’ll make it right.” I turned my head toward the sound of her voice, trying to see through the dark material covering my eyes, but I saw only darkness.
“There’s nothing you can do,” she said calmly.
“I thought we were friends,” I whispered, fighting back the tears I knew I couldn’t wipe away.
Cold metal touched my cheek, the sharpness of the edge biting into my flesh. “Wewerefriends.”
I stilled.
“Until I found Tyler watching your video.” Her warm breath skidded across my face. “I thought he loved me, but it was never me that he had been thinking about.”
“But you’re his wife.” Nothing like stating the obvious to a crazy person as she held a knife against my face—no doubt I was thinking about as clearly as she was.
“I am, but you’re the one he thinks about when he touches himself. Not me!” she yelled in my ear, making me flinch.
“But I—”
She pressed the blade deeper into my skin. “Keep your fucking mouth shut! Imagine how my heart shattered when I walked in on him. He sat there, moaning as he watched you on the screen and pictured you doingthosethings to him.”
I gasped.
“It’s you that he fantasizes about. You’re the one he makes love to. I knew it, but I didn’t believe it until he said your name in his sleep.”
“Natasha, I never ever knew Tyler. I swear I had no idea.” My breath caught as the blade slid under the blindfold.
Squinting, I tried to focus my eyes as the material fell to the table. I blinked, trying to clear the tears away.
Natasha stood above me, shifting with the blade in her grip. She snarled as the blade turned over in her hands.
“I’m going to make you pay for what you’ve done to me,” she growled.
I pulled at the restraints. “I didn’t do anything! Please just let me go,” I said as my lips began to tremble.
She shook her head as she ground her teeth, clenching her jaw tight.
I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself.
