"Can I please go home now? I don't like it here.""Soon, dear, you're coming along rather nicely." What does that even mean? I've given up on trying to understand her and the way she speaks. The other one had disappeared somewhere, and I hadn't seen her in days, leaving me to deal with nurse goober and her robotic self. At least I felt much calmer these last couple of days than when I first came here.They hadn't eased up on the restraints, but I've come to accept that it was for my own good and stopped fighting. Not that it did me any good to argue; no one ever seems to listen. "I can't wait to get out of here and take care of the little bitch who did this to me." Wait a minute; I hadn't meant to say that out loud. That's been happening a lot lately. I keep saying things as soon as they pop into my head, as if I have no control over my tongue.I watched for her reaction out the side of my eye, but all she did was smile. "You think a child did this to you? But why would someone do such
"What the hell is this, Scott? What have you done?" If Lyon hadn't warned me ahead of time, I would've been out of my mind, but since I'd been forewarned, I had time to practice and still come across as pissed and just a little bit scared. What I was, was beyond repulsed and, yes, pissed way the fuck off.I could barely look him in the eye without sneering the whole time we sat there on the deck of his home. "Listen, it was a good deal; I figured you wouldn't mind." No, you figured that I was still under your control and would let you walk all over me."Fine, but what is this about fifty million? It says here you sold the catalog for two hundred million dollars.""What? Let me see that."I passed him the printout I'd brought along with me. A signed document showing that he'd made four times as much as he tried telling me he'd sold my life's work for. I knew something was off with the numbers he'd given me, but because I wasn't sure of all of the details behind what the niece was doing,
Oh, dear! What exactly did he say to his daughter and her friends? I've only been gone a day and a half, and all hell has broken loose in L.A. Since I wasn't given any information, I don't know what the plan was or where she was going to attack.I was so enraged by Scott and what he had done to Ryder that I wasn't thinking straight when I made those threats and told Lyon that I wanted to talk to his daughter. When she finally did contact me, I was still in a rage, and my fingers had done the talking as I tried to be as delicate as possible while telling the ten-year-old what I wanted.I couldn't very well come right out and tell the child what had been done to him, but I'm almost certain she understood and was able to read between the lines, maybe too well. But I didn't think things would go this far this soon. There was complete chaos for which I feel partly responsible, and the hard part is that I can't rush back there to be with Ryder while he goes through this.Mary and Scott, two
I get to go home today, and my excitement is off the charts. There was a little bit of panic on my end when I thought that I would have to face the public looking the way I do, but at the last minute, I was informed that Ryder's new coaches were going to meet me here and take me out the back or something like that.Apparently, they were the ones who'd found me on the bedroom floor that day and called for help, so I guess they're not so bad after all. Whatever, my only thoughts now are of Ryder and getting back to him. I've been riddled with worry and thoughts of getting back to him, wondering what that was going to be like.Would he be sympathetic? He's never been before, but maybe he'd remember that I am his wife and act accordingly. I'm sure my public had to have noticed my absence and were keeping an eye on him for me. They would never let him go anywhere near his ex, I'm sure, as some of them have taken it upon themselves in the last couple of years to hound her every step for me,
"You betrayed the code. The only way for you to come back from this is to come clean and save yourself.""But I didn't know; I had no idea what these people were into. They said it was a love spell. I needed the money; I don't even...." Her cowering was sickening."Spare me the rhetoric. You know what can happen if you don't do the right thing here and you're running out of time. The spell is broken; he's no longer under your control, and I've fixed it so it can never happen again. I don't have to tell you what will happen if I send it back to you. Or how things may turn out the next time you cast since I'm locked onto you now." I saw the fear in her eyes and pressed on. She's the worst kind of seer, the kind who preys on others for monetary gain. Like the medicine men, our craft is only supposed to be meant for good for the help and welfare of our fellow man. But over the centuries, the lines have been blurred, and the worst of us have lost our way.This one got tangled up in somethi
I can't believe the pace at which this has all gone down. Everything around me was imploding, and I was barely able to keep up. I thought for sure this was all going to take at least a couple of months, but here we were, just a few weeks later. I get it, though; while I've been stuck in my own little world of complications, these men's real purpose here was to bring home the girls, some of them now women, who have been suffering years of degradation and pain.I'm not sure what all was supposed to happen next, but after Janie's colossal meltdown on live TV, Lyon packed me off to New York a day early to be with her. I guess he saw the strain and stress I was under worrying about her. In my mind, even though her name was yet to be mentioned, they hated her so much, especially Janie, that I was afraid they might come after her.Now I'm tasked with the unenviable duty of telling her about Rachel and what had gone down in the last few days. I know she hasn't been in contact with the other wo
I was wide awake now, all tiredness gone, but it almost felt as if I'd never left the set. Our host seemed like such an enigma. His words did not in any way match what you'd expect to come out of the mouth of someone his age. He seemed way too reserved and a whole lot of something else for one who was obviously so young.His stance, the way he studied us without even trying to hide the fact that he was taking our measure, and that cultured tone he used were so unexpected. I almost felt like I was under a microscope, and yet, I didn't sense any real danger, even though, on some level, I got the sense that he would swing into action in the blink of an eye if Ryder or I made the wrong move, whatever that may be.The others that I had met so far of Lyon's squad seemed to go out of their way to make me feel comfortable with their presence, this one didn't seem to care too much whether I was comfortable or not, and I guess I couldn't blame him, we'd just shown up at his home late at night an
They released me. I was a bit skeptical that it could be that easy, so I kept looking over my shoulder, expecting to be followed, but all I saw was my shadow in the concrete as I tried to move as fast as I could through the strange streets. My head was finally starting to feel normal again, and my only thought was of getting out of L.A. I was sure no one was going to listen to any explanations I had, and there was no doubt in my mind that Mary and the others would be coming after me.The fear that gripped me with that thought had me pushing myself even harder, even though my body still felt weak from my time in the hospital. I needed a place to lay low and some time to think about everything that had happened today and was happening now.I'll deal with my marriage situation later, but right now, I need to stay alive. I didn't know where I was when I looked around, but it didn't matter; as long as I found a place to lay low for a day or so, I'd be able to get myself out of here and som
I saw it as soon as I saw her walking towards the car. Even from this distance, her eyes gave it away. It’s amazing that after all that time apart, I can still read her so well. I knew from the looks of things that she’d spent the day worrying about someone who didn’t deserve it; in fact, I knew it would be like this even before I left her because that’s just who she is, and still, I’d let her go to work like that. I have to do better than this. This was one of my many failings from before, not protecting her even from herself. She’s so brilliant in everything else, always knowing the right thing to say or do, that it was never really needed, except when it came to herself. For everyone else, she’s a champion of causes, the one you want next to you in a fight. As long as the fight is for someone else.I’d seen it, time and again, the way she’d put herself last to take care of others and had taken advantage of that fact a time or two myself. Something I am now grievously ashamed of. Of
“You’ve got the wrong guy. Don’t you people know who I am? Hey, I’m talking to you; answer me, dammit.” They ignored me again like they had the last ten times I said the same. I’ve been repeating that refrain or some variation of it since they threw me back here with cuffs on and no regard for my comfort. At first, I tried telling myself that it was because of my disheveled appearance that they didn’t recognize me, but then I remembered that they’d called me by name in the alley, and that line of thought went nowhere, but only worked to heighten my fear and desperation.I was trying hard not to shit myself while worrying about the cameras that were bound to meet us as soon as we reached the station. “Hey guys, give me a break here; you know I’m not good for this; you should be out there looking for the real killer. At least let me get cleaned up before you take me in. I can’t let my fans see me like this.” Nothing, it was as if I wasn’t even there.I haven’t even had time to digest th
In moments of clarity, I kept telling myself I could bounce back from this, that things were not as final as they seemed, and then my head would become filled with all the ways I’d been wronged, and I’d get so mad I could throw up. All the way back to my childhood home with the two strange men upfront, silent as the dead, ignoring my questions, all I wanted to do was scream.One moment, I felt hopeful and ready to fight for what was mine, and the next, I didn’t have the energy to keep my eyes open. I knew it was partly because of the long drive the night before and partly the drugs messing with me, and still, I couldn’t help taking a couple more just to numb the pain.All I could think about was how hard things were going to be, how people were going to laugh at me, how low I had fallen. No matter how much I told myself to think positively and not give up, those were the only thoughts that seemed to want to hang around, and so they lingered.It wasn’t long before the pills started to d
“Do you want to call out today? Tell them you’re not feeling well?”“No, I can’t do that to the others, they have lives too, you know, and they didn’t sign up for my personal drama. I’ll be fine, Ryder, don’t worry about me.” I had to say those words because what else was I going to say? But deep inside, I was a mess and trying very hard to hold onto my sanity.I find myself caught up in a melee of troubling thoughts that don’t sit well with me, and there was no time to think it all through because I had to go to work and be my best in front of the cameras, not giving away any of what I was feeling. It's enough to make me throw up.If it were up to me, I’d go back to bed and pull the covers over my head until it all passed, but I don’t have that option. I thought I would be happy to see my enemy brought low. I’d imagined it a million times over the years, every time I hurt, each time I thought of him with her. I’m only human, after all, and someone else was married and living with the
“We’ve got sound.”“What, they let you back on the island?”“They don’t know we’re back in.”“I’m pretty sure Russo had a hand in this.”“You would be right; only he could pull off something like this. That’s why we need him on our side.”Another ingrate. “You still haven’t told me how you found every one of us.”“Well, I was doing your job.”“I’m not looking for fuck.”“You found Lorde.”“He found me.”“If you say so.”“I’m not in the mood for your hoodoo bullshit.”“It’s the law of attraction, Lyon; they’re all coming home. Don’t you find it strange that the kids in Cali all found each other without knowing about their ancestral past? We should talk to Catalina about this; I’d love to hear her take on it.”“You talk to her. I ain’t saying shit to that kid.”“You’re just salty because she’s your carbon copy but in a cuter package.”“Kiss my ass. By the way, if she has those lions on that island, I’ll leave the whole lot of you there to get eaten, dumb ass.”“They were taken back to wh
What in the world is going on? Am I having an episode, or is this really happening right now? Things seem to be moving very fast one moment, only to slow way down the next, and everything is all out of place. My head was still spinning from my earlier rush of anger, and I could tell that any second now, I was going to lose my breath or have a total meltdown.Ryder looked just as confused as I was, and the hand that I’d used to slug her with stung as he held it gripped tightly in his. There was way too much to unpack here, not least of all the things Janie had revealed in the video we’d all just watched.My chest felt tight as I fought the urge to attack her again, but I knew as much anger as I felt, she was not the only one to blame here. I could lay it all at her feet for sure since she was the idiot who couldn’t take no for an answer. But I have to ask myself, had it not been her, would they have found someone else? From what I see, they would’ve used anyone to serve their purpose; s
I should’ve seen it coming, but even I didn’t think she was this stupid. Janie flew up from the chair in a rage and went after Elena, talons bared and teeth gnashing like something out of the wild. And before I or either Jared or Travis could reach them, Elena swung and knocked her down with a punch to the face. The screeching was almost unbearable in the empty room as it bounced off the walls like an echo.Elena, my little angel who I believe has never hurt a fly, stood over her and pulled her hair back hard with her hand raised, ready to wail on her again, but then she suddenly stopped and jumped away from Janie as if she’d been prodded by something. Unfair as it was, I was about to let Janie have it for whatever it was she had done to hurt her, but then Elena spoke, and it was the horror in her voice that had me stepping forward to take a closer look.“What the hell? What happened to your face?” I almost laughed at Elena’s question, thinking she was being facetious since she was the
“Where are we going?” She whispered the question as we were being driven through the quiet early morning New York streets by the two very stoic men up front.“I have no idea; they didn’t say. Are you nervous?” She turned to look out the tinted window while keeping her hold on my arm, where she had hers wrapped around my elbow.“Not really. Isn’t that strange?”“I know what you mean. I was thinking the same thing earlier.” I don’t feel this at ease around men I hire myself and have known for years.“Have you noticed, though, how quiet the street was when we left the apartment?”“It’s early.”“Yeah, but this is New York; there’s always someone outside, no matter how late or how early it is. I don’t think there was even a pigeon on the sidewalk.”I’d noticed that, too, and didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to spook her, but I was pretty sure the two men up front had something to do with that. I wouldn’t be surprised because all of Lyon’s men seem to have some sort of tactical trai
The phone rang just as I came out the shower. I’d been in there for much longer than was necessary, thinking about the way my life had changed so drastically in only a few short weeks. It seems impossible, and I still find myself having these moments where I want to pinch myself to make sure that it’s real.In that space of time, I’d gone from wishing for death to wanting to live more than anything. From living in the worst kind of hell imaginable to being the happiest I’ve ever been in my existence. The only thing plaguing me now was how easy it had been for me to lose everything the last time and worrying about how not to let it happen again.I doubt I’d be such an ass twice, but I hadn’t expected things to go south the last time either, and that’s what’s worrying the hell out of me. How blind I was to the people and situations around me. Drugs had played a part in it, sure, but I won’t use that as an excuse for the mess I’d made of our lives.I wasn’t in any hurry to answer the phon