Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 135378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
I have a feeling his bad side is a scary place to be, so I assure him, “Don’t worry. I’ll be a good little hostage.”
“Good.” He flashes me a charming smile that makes him look almost normal, then his expression goes blank, his attention shifts back to the road, and he cuts the wheel to pull away from the curb.
Chapter Thirty-nine
Sophie
After the longest hour of my life, we finally pull into a long gated driveway.
I’m relieved, honestly.
When he turned down this road, I started to get scared that this guy has been lying to me the whole time and he’s taking me somewhere to kill me. I don’t know why he would want to kill me, but I’m sure plenty of people about to be murdered have no idea why it’s going to happen.
The guy is wearing black leather gloves, for fuck’s sake. That strikes me as very murdery.
This road is also dropped in the middle of the woods with no streetlights and no other cars traveling it in either direction. The only light is from his headlights, and I haven’t seen another driveway in several miles.
Riddled with anxiety, I kept stealing looks over at him to see if some big villain reveal was coming, but he maintained his utter ambivalence toward me and didn’t even bother glancing over when I’m sure he could feel me staring.
I guess it wouldn’t have been a big reveal, honestly. The guy oozes villain vibes. He’s just not mine.
Poor Harley.
I guess she must be into that, though.
To each their own. If I had to wake up in bed next to him every day, the stress would kill me if he didn’t.
I expect for Silvan’s family house to be lit up with him inside, but the house is dark and cold. I only get a glimpse of the dark structure when the headlights hit it as we’re making our way down the driveway.
It definitely doesn’t look like anyone is home.
And I don’t see Silvan’s car…
Something isn’t right.
Fear creeps down my spine all over again and makes me ice cold. I regret my outfit choice as gooseflesh erupts across my skin and so much of it is uncovered.
“You’re sure Silvan’s here?” I ask uneasily, watching as we drive past the house. The unease grows when he continues past the driveway, down a dirt path toward the woods.
Oh my god.
I cannot disappear into the woods with this man. I will never come back out.
“Um, I think… I have to pee,” I lie, grasping desperately for some reason to get out of the car. On instinct, I pull on the chain trying to break free, but it’s useless.
“We’re almost there,” he murmurs, watching the path ahead as the lane narrows.
We are driving into the woods.
I’m going to die.
I don’t know why, I don’t understand what’s happening, but this is the kind of deserted, scary place you take a person you’re going to kill, not someone you want to have a romantic weekend with.
“Please just let me out of the car. I don’t know what’s going on here, I don’t know where Silvan is… I don’t believe he’s okay with this, even if he did hear that phone call. And it was a fake phone call!” I add, realizing I haven’t defended myself yet. “I wasn’t really going to meet anybody. I just thought Silvan was spying on me, and it made me feel some type of way, so I wanted to know for sure if he was. I thought if I made a fake phone call to this guy I had a history with, it would make him mad enough to like… throw me around the bedroom during sex, but I didn’t think he would just not even fucking mention it and then sentence me to be murdered, which it feels a little like is what’s happening here. Call Silvan, let me tell him what I did. It was dumb, and I’m sorry, and I’ll never do it again.”
Joker’s smirking by the time I’m done begging for my life, but he doesn’t say anything. He just keeps driving slowly down the path into the woods.
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.
I don’t want to die.
I haven’t even lived yet. I’ve wasted the last couple of years imprisoned by trauma. I haven’t even had a chance to fall in love.
I’m angry with myself for letting Dylan hold me back the way he did. I’ve done plenty of coping and surviving since he pushed my life off course, but damn, I wish I would have done more healing. I need more time. I want to be brave.
There’s a break in the darkness up ahead.
I see a small structure with windows lit by an orangish glow. By my standards, it’s a small house, but not by Silvan’s. I doubt he has ever stepped foot in a place like this once in his whole life.