He stopped me at the entrance.
“Arms out, feet apart,” he ordered.
Adrian nodded for me to listen. I rolled my eyes and glared at the man as he ran his hands along my body. Nox’s baggy sweatshirt didn’t aid in his search, and he spent extra time patting around my breasts and waist. Which, unfortunately for me, made me look like a pussy when I whined as he prodded my likely broken rib.
He finally stepped away, and Adrian tugged me along by my sleeve.
I followed closely beside Adrian as he maneuvered his way with the familiarity of a frequent house guest. Although luxurious, each room we passed didn’t feel sterile. There weresigns of it being an actual home. A kid’s backpack, some Halloween decorations, family photos, stuffed animals on one of the large chaise lounges.
We stopped outside a double door room just long enough for Adrian to knock before opening it. There was a fire going and the heat immediately sent goosebumps across my skin as I stepped inside.
Carlos was sitting behind a large wooden desk, deep green built-in bookshelves surrounding him on all sides. There was a lounge in front of the fireplace to my right, but Carlos motioned for us to take a seat in the armchairs in front of him. With the door shut behind us I was beginning to sweat, the warmth and dark colors suffocating. I wondered if that was the atmosphere he was aiming for, or if he was just a cold-blooded monster who only liked to work in the dark.
Carlos picked at an invisible piece of lint on his shirt sleeve, his watch glinting in the light of the fire. I raised my brow when he finally settled back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest, making his tight shirt stretch across his muscles.
“I thought you wanted to see me. It doesn’t seem very urgent,” I said.
He laughed, shaking his head, his eyes sizing me up.
“God, that mouth of yours.” It felt like a threat, not an observation of my attitude. I involuntarily shivered in disgust. Images of Pedrofilo’s dick in my mouth plagued my mind.Shut up!I nearly gagged but clenched my jaw shut.
Carlos picked up his phone from his desk, placing it against his ear and moments later he spoke. “She’s ready.”
My heart leapt and I looked between Carlos and Adrian for a sign as to what was coming.
The door suddenly opened, and I spun in my chair to face a man in a white button-down and black slacks. His sleeves wererolled, hair receding slightly, and he smiled widely at me like he was actually a decent human.
“Alright, just a couple of questions, before we begin,” he said, setting down a black bag on the coffee table in the lounge area. “Has she taken any drugs in the last twelve hours?”
“No,” Adrian said confidently.Of course, because he’s been stalking me. Fucking pervert.
My chest heaved with sharp breaths as the stranger pulled out medical supplies.
“Pregnant?”
The stranger looked to me now and I blinked. “N-no.”
At least I fucking hope not.
“Wonderful,” he hummed. He knelt in front of me, reaching for my hand and I flinched, staring at the packaged needle balancing on his knee.
“What’s going on?” I asked, turning to stare at Carlos.
“Just making sure you don’t have any answers I need.”
My eyes widened and I flicked my gaze back to my hand where the cold air tickled my skin from the alcohol wipe. I closed my eyes as he pushed the needle into my vein. It was another moment before something burned my veins and trailed up my arm inside my body.
I slowly opened both eyes when nothing else immediately happened. I watched the man as he cleaned up his mess of wrappers.
“I don’t feel anything,” I said, my brows furrowing.
“Don’t worry, you will,” he said with a soft nod.
Maybe he just put saline in my veins or something because I—
I blinked, my brain suddenly swimming, like I’d just chugged six beers. He pinched my arm, and I turned my head to glare at the man.
“That was rude,” the thought slipped past my lips without effort.
