I truly am a pet.
Jethro’s hand whipped out, stealing my phone.
No! Being separated from it made all of this far too real. The starkness of my situation hammered at my soul.
Staring at the screen, he scrolled rudely through my contacts. My very limited contacts. His eye twitched, handing the device back. “You seem to live in a world dominated by males. The only names in your preferred lists are men, aside from a mysterious entry Kite007.” He stiffened. “Care to tell me if that person is female? I somehow doubt it, seeing as it’s clearly a reference to the ridiculous James Bond Franchise.”
Snatching the phone, I said, “I don’t care to tell you anything. Leave me alone. I’m calling my brother. I gave you my word I wouldn’t jeopardise whatever you’re planning until I know the full story.”
Jethro placed his hands into his pockets. His cream shirt and diamond pin were the epitome of class. In an ordinary circumstance, I would’ve been honoured and thrilled to have a date with a man with deliciously thick greying hair and a handsome face. I’d always preferred men over boys.
But he had to ruin it.
He ruined everything.
Jethro didn't move. Just stood there. Silently.
There was no winning. He wouldn’t raise his voice or strike me to get his way—not in public anyway—but his posture intimidated me until I gave in.
Staring at the awaiting number, I deliberated against calling V. What did I hope to achieve? It would kill me to hear his voice. But what if it’s a lie and the moment he’s got you where no one can see, he takes the only thing you have left?
I couldn’t risk it. Not if I could speak to V one last time.
Locking eyes with my gorgeously-groomed nemesis, I pressed the ‘call’ button and held the phone to my ear.
Being granted no privacy was horrid. My back stayed straight and all feelings of weakness were buried beneath false strength.
Do not cry. Do. Not. Cry.
The call connected on the first ring.
Vaughn never kept me waiting, almost as if he sensed it was me calling—twin empathy connecting us once again.
Shit, what if he hears? What if he sensed my unhappiness? How would I stop him from coming for me—wherever I was going.
Vaughn’s husky voice came down the line. “Nila. Tell me where you are. I’m coming to get you. Tex is acting really strange, and I’m done not being able to get a straight answer.”
I sighed, turning my back on Jethro, staring at the airplanes below. So many things ran through my head. I wanted to ask how Dad was acting strange. What all of this meant. But I kept it all bottled up. For him. For them.
“I’m fine, V. I’m…”
I need you. Come get me. Save me please.
“You don’t sound fine. Where are you?”
In hell with a monster.
Looking around the bar, I shrugged. “I’m exactly where I need to be.”
To keep you safe.
“Stop with the bullshit, Threads. What’s really going on?”
Sighing hard, I pressed a palm against my feverish forehead. I sucked at lying. Especially to V. “Something’s come up. I’m going away for a little while. A holiday where I can unwind. I should be able to contact you—if the Wi-Fi and phone lines are good.” I couldn’t stop rambling. “Tonight really put a strain on me, you know? It came together so well, but it wasn’t easy—you saw how bad it got toward the end. I just need—”
“What you need is a fucking spanking. You don’t just leave without talking this through!” Vaughn paused, a disbelieving huff coming down the line. “You can’t be serious. We had plans. You said you’d come with me when I went to Bangkok next week for more merchandise. We’ve booked the flights and everything.”
I didn’t want to be reminded of everything I was walking away from.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t go. You have to trust me and not push. Just accept what I’m telling you and that I need some alone time, okay? You’ll be able to contact me by phone and email.”
“This is bullshit.”
“V, please. Be supportive, like you always are.”
Don’t make this ten times harder to say goodbye.
“Skype? I need to see you, Threads. Something doesn’t feel right. You’re keeping things from me.”
A firm fingertip prodded my shoulder. Jethro whispered, “No Skype.”
I didn’t know how he heard V and didn’t want to ask why Skype wasn’t permitted. Why doesn’t he want my family to see me? Because who knows what you’ll look like when he’s finished.
The fear I’d been able to keep leashed suddenly swamped me. I moved forward, collapsing into an uncomfortable booth.
“Threads. Threads?” Vaughn’s voice echoed down the line. “Goddammit, Nila. What the fuck is going on?”
Sighing, I rested my elbows on the table. The weight of aloneness and depression settled heavily. “I don’t know,” I whispered.
The phone disappeared from my fingertips. “Hello, Mr. Weaver. We met earlier. Jethro Hawk.” Jethro glowered, making me wish the seat would devour me.
A loud stream of curses came through the phone. Jethro pinched the bridge of his nose. “No, see that’s where you’re wrong. If you have an issue with me enjoying your sister for a time, speak to your father. For now, Nila is mine, and I won’t have anyone saying differently.”
He held the mobile away from his ear for a second while Vaughn exploded. A furious shadow darkened his face.
Jethro gripped the phone, growling like a rabid wolf. “That’s none of your concern. I’m taking her. I’ve already taken her. And there’s nothing you can do. Goodbye, Mr. Weaver. Don’t make me regret my kind generosity toward your sister so soon.”
He hung up, tossing me the useless phone. “If you want a piece of advice on how to survive the coming months, don’t talk to your brother again unless you want to pay a serious price. He’s detrimental to your willingness to obey, and a fuckwit.”
Tears welled. I didn’t want to cry. Damned if I’d shed anymore useless liquid over this bastard.
“Don’t call him a—” I stopped mid-sentence. There really wasn’t any point in arguing. He’d win. Just like he’d won up till now without a curse uttered or shout yelled.
I’m meek. He was controlling me with no ropes or chains or curses. I was under his horrible spell, threatened by the illusion of him murdering the people I held most dear.