“I know what I know. I know that you’re just another spoiled little rich girl who has daddy issues. What? Did he not buy you the car you wanted for your birthday?” I ask her mockingly.
“Fuck you.”
“Got you the black Benz instead of the white?” I laugh now.
“Go fuck yourself,” she snarls, never looking over at me.
“Okay. Enlighten me then. What did he do to you?”
“Why would I tell you anything?”
“You seem to think this is better, so now I’m curious.”
“He’s selling me off to the highest bidder.” That grabs my attention.
“What do you mean?”
“He’s finding me a husband. One who has money. One he can make more money off.”
“Arranged marriage?” I ask her. She sighs.
“Something like that. I stand to inherit a lot of money after my twenty-first birthday. In order for me to get the money, I have to be married. He’s going to pick a man who also has money and will make business moves with him.”
“He’s using you for more money,” I state.
“Basically.”
“But without you, he has nothing.”
“Not true. He still has money. He just can’t pawn me off onto someone else,” she adds. I sit back and think about what she’s saying for a minute. What if that’s the truth? What if she’s right and they won’t pay shit to get her back?
“How long?”
“How long what?”
“Until your birthday?”
“Six months.” Fuck. We should have waited on this. We shouldn’t have taken her yet. If we had waited, she would have had money, and we wouldn’t have to do all this shit.
Damn. We fucked up.
Chapter 6
River
I sit with my head against the wall, trying to get some sleep. I’ve been trying all night to no avail. It isn’t the most comfortable to be chained to a wall while trying to sleep sitting up, and my captor must see that. He stands and walks over, unhooking one of my arms before tossing me a blanket.
“Lie down,” he orders. I almost want to tell him to fuck off, but I don’t. I’ve taken enough orders in my life and sure as hell don’t need to take more from him, but at the same time, I don’t know what he might do. Not that he’s tried anything yet.
I grab the blanket with my now free hand and pull it over myself before lying on my side, resting my head on my free arm.
“You really think this is going to work?” I ask him.
“Why do you care?”
“Because you kidnapped me.”
“And you’ll be back to your little rich spoiled life in no time,” he tells me. I watch him watching me, wondering what he thinks my life was like, but I already know. The outward portrayal is what he sees, just like everyone else. The look of happiness and a family that cares about each other. That’s so far from the truth, it’s laughable.
