42
Hayley
2018 Present Day
I’m crouched on a bed, my hands and legs bound, a gag in my mouth causing me to splutter. I remember Logan drugging me, and now I’m here. London. Why was he doing this? The lights are turned on, and I look up to see him walking toward me.
“Hello, Bella,” he sneers, and I loathe the way he says it. “That is what he calls you?”
I shout, but it’s muffled by the gag.
“Boyfriend will be here real soon.”
What on earth does he mean? How could Wyatt know where I am?
“I may have misled him, got someone to replicate London’s handwriting. Made up some shit about Celia. She’s just the woman I fuck from time to time, and she’s been kind enough to help me. It’s odd what a woman will do at the right price.
“She’s the woman you saw on the tape. Yes, I followed you. I heard Wyatt tell you not to tell me about his little investigation, and it was then I realized I was right to take London. I felt remorseful when I saw how broken you were, but you decided to keep things from me. You chose him over me once again.”
I shake my head. Why won't he hear me out? That was not why I did that. I didn’t want to jeopardize Wyatt finding London.
“So, he’ll be here anytime now, busting down my door, and I’ll be ready for him. And then you’ll have no choice but to come with me, and London, of course. For now, I want you to rest.”
What on earth was wrong with this man? He is not this person. The tears slip from my cheeks. He carefully orchestrated this whole thing, and Wyatt and I were clueless to see it. This couldn’t be about me? This couldn’t be about losing a woman to another guy? He knew we’d give him rights to London. We’d talked about that.
Oh, London. Wyatt.
The sobs wrack through my body as I quiver in the darkened room. It felt like the silence stretched forever, and that is when I hear it, the first gunshot.
