My heart starts to pound as I swing my legs over the bed and pad over to my dresser, rummaging through the drawers until I find sweatpants and a hoodie.
I call Daya’s phone two more times, and by the time the automated message kicks on, I’m panicking.
Swiping my keys from by the front door, I rush out of the house and into my car. It’s sprinkling outside, the rain pattering lightly against the windows as I race down my long driveway and towards Daya’s house.
During the drive, I call her phone several more times. But she never answers.
When I’m a few miles away, I notice headlights behind me closing in. Glancing in my rearview mirror, I step on the gas further, a sinking feeling in my chest.
Something about this isn’t right.
Daya would never text me to come over and then ignore me.
And the car behind me is becoming dangerously close, nearly disappearing behind the back of my car.
“What the…”
I’m violently jerked forward, my head nearly smacking off the steering wheel. A startled scream slips free as my car starts to spin.
I regain control of the car, stepping on the gas harder and attempting to gain some space between us. I scramble for my phone but realize it’s on the floor of the passenger seat.
It must’ve flown from my hand when the van crashed into me.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Who the fuck is after me? It could be Max, finally getting his revenge for a murder I had nothing to do with. Or it could be the men Mark sicced on me. Finally coming to collect me.
The rev of their engine is my only warning. This time, I’m prepared for the hit, despite the force of it still taking my breath away.
Before I can wrangle control over the vehicle, they’re crashing into me again. My car whips side-to-side as I fight for control. My chest pumps with adrenaline and panic, and dread has started to form in the pit of my stomach. I have a sinking feeling that I’m not going to be able to get out of this.
My gas pedal can’t go down any further, and the higher the speed, the more I lose control.
It takes one more hit before I go careening off the side of the road and into a ditch. My world spins as the bumper of my car hits the ditch at an angle before my car upends, flipping over on itself twice before landing harshly on the roof.
The impact is deafening as the windows explode. Glass shards blast against me from all directions, slicing my skin to shreds.
When everything settles, I realize I’m still screaming.
I suck in a sharp breath, the sound nearly animalistic as panic takes over. I’m upside down, still strapped into my seat. The seatbelt is digging painfully into my chest, constricting my already tight lungs further.
“You hit her too hard,” a voice calls from somewhere outside my car. “Shit, check to make sure she’s not dying, you fucking idiot.”
Just as the voice filters through, so does the pain.
I squeeze my eyes shut, my body pulsating with sharp agony. I moan as the feeling worsens until I can’t think past my broken body.
A head appears in my window. I meet the gaze of a man with darker skin and bottomless black eyes.
“She’s alive,” he announces, a relieved smile curling one side of his lips.
“Get her out,” an answering voice demands sharply.
“What do you want from me?” I groan, swatting weakly at his hands that are messing with the buckle on my seatbelt. He doesn’t answer, so I keep asking.
“Shut the fuck up before I knock you out!” he bellows. The click of the seatbelt is my only warning before my body drops down headfirst. I scream, pain lancing down my neck and shoulders.
The man grabs my arm and works my body out of the driver’s side window, dragging my body across glass and sharp metal.
“Stop it,” I moan, sobbing as he finally gets me out. “Why are you doing this?”
Panting, the man leans over me and looks me over.
“Once you’re healed up, you’re going to be worth a pretty penny,” he says, a crooked grin on his face.
“Just get her in the van, Rio. Max’s already going to be pissed we fucked up his van, so quit fucking around. The police will be here soon.”
Another flash of a grin, “Time to go to sleep, princess.”
And then darkness.
——Volume II——
Chapter 1
The Diamond
Smell. The first of my senses to trickle in. I wish it were anything else because I’m instantly overwhelmed by the scent of body odor, spiced cologne, and what can only be described as the stench of evil incarnate.
And then my sixth sense seeps in, whispering notes of warning and urgency.
I’m in danger.
Those notes turn into a song full of screeching and loud noises, filling my body with heart-wrenching panic. Adrenaline spikes, and just barely do I have enough sense to remain as quiet as possible.
Slowly cracking open my crusted eyes, I’m greeted by complete darkness. It takes a second to process that there’s a blindfold strapped around my head.
Then, the blissful numbness I awoke in crumbles, and I lose my breath when all-consuming pain filters in, engulfing my body in absolute agony.
God, is this what being alive feels like? It can’t be death. I’d be at peace if it were. And I may have fallen for a stalker, but I’ll be damned if I didn’t land a spot within heaven’s gates.
I fucking earned that shit.
Racking my brain, I try to think past the pain and remember what the fuck happened to me. Vaguely, I recall text messages from Daya asking me to come over. The urgency I felt when she wasn’t answering my calls. Getting in my car, headlights, and panicking, being jerked forward, and then nothing.
And now I’m here… wherever that is. But not somewhere safe.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.