Liesel
Life or death.
How much does Langston know?
Does he know my truth or only part of it?
Does he know the missing piece of the puzzle I’ve been desperately trying to put together for years?
No, there is no way he knows the truth, but he does have the missing piece of information. There is no way to know its significance without the rest, which is why he needs me.
I hear the roar of the plane engine near my head, giving me a pounding headache.
I want to open my eyes, but I won’t, not until I’ve figured out every clue I can while Langston still thinks I’m asleep.
I’m surprised I’m on a plane. I thought he would take me back to Enzo and Kai’s compound to be tortured until I told the truth. Or at the very least back to Langston’s house, which is also in Miami.
I’m a monster with plenty of dark savageness in my heart, but it doesn’t mean that I deserve to be taken like property.
So why am I on a plane?
Is the plane flying around in circles to confuse me before he inevitably takes me to the dungeons in the Black house? He thinks if I don’t know where I am, I’ll be more scared. He doesn’t know there is only one thing I fear.
One thing in the entire world—and Langston can’t use that fear against me.
No one can.
Not anymore.
I smell coffee brewing nearby, and I’m desperate for a drink. It would help my splitting headache from Langston’s sedative.
But I doubt Langston will serve me coffee now that I’m his slave.
Dammit.
I’ll survive whatever he has planned for me. I’m more than strong enough. I’m a survivor.
But that doesn’t mean I’m happy about it.
In the end, Langston will pay with his life for what he’s about to do to me.
He thinks fucking me against my will will bring back all the horrible memories from that night. It will make me talk. That he won’t even have to actually fuck me to get me talking, just threaten me with rape.
I smirk. He doesn’t know me at all—not anymore.
“You can open your eyes. I already know you’re awake,” Langston says.
“Why? So I can look at your ugly face? No, thank you.”
Langston sighs. “Get up, Liesel. Don’t make this difficult.”
“I’m not going to listen to a word you say. I’m going to make this as difficult for you as possible.”
Then the bastard puts the cup of coffee right under my nose. It’s a heavenly smell and my parched mouth waters. I’m desperate for a taste. My body betrays me and opens my eyes, showing how desperate I am for the cup of coffee.
I reach for the cup—he jerks it away just out of reach.
I grit my teeth together to keep my steaming anger inside. I feel the burning anger in the pit of my stomach shoot up my chest like lava, but I won’t let it gush all over him until the right moment. As much as I want to tell him off right now, I don’t have any power on a private jet miles over the ocean.