Gone were her jeans and shirt, and instead, she was dressed in a pair of very nice-feeling pajama pants and a shirt. She tugged at the hem, trying to figure out what the hell had gone wrong.
Everything came back to her in a sudden flash. Without a single care for her own safety, she charged for the door.
Of course, it was locked.
Gritting her teeth, she growled as she tried the handle. Lifting her palm, intent on slamming it against the wood, she quickly jerked back as someone entered.
She stood perfectly still as the man from her nightmares was suddenly in front of her, carrying a food tray, and she hated that he looked way too sexy for his own good.
This man was a monster, but with his crisp white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to display the ink that decorated his arms, it wasn’t fair. Nor were the trousers that looked like they had been made on him, they fit that perfectly.
She knew style, and she knew wealth. This man dripped with it, including the watch on his wrist. All of it branded and designer.
Her stomach chose that moment to growl, which was also totally unfair. She shouldn’t be hungry at a time like this.
“You’re awake.”
“Where’s my daughter?” she asked.
He tutted. “You care for your daughter very much, don’t you, Rain?”
“I’m her mother, and how do you know my name?” she asked, not liking this one bit.
He chuckled. “I know a great deal about you, but come now. I think it’s time that you ate something.”
“Have you sold her?” Rain asked. Her hands clenched into fists, ready to pound on this man if any harm was to come to her child.
She missed Evelyn. This was the longest she had ever gone without seeing her baby. She wanted to wrap her arms around her, hold her close, press her face against her neck, breathe in her scent, and for the world to be okay once again.
Right now, her world didn’t seem okay.
She was all alone in a strange man’s house, and there was nothing about this that was okay.
Wrapping her arms around her body, she rubbed her hands up and down herself, trying to warm up from the sudden chill she experienced. This wasn’t good.
Tears filled her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She had often been called stubborn, and she was probably proving it right now. This man wouldn’t see her cry.
“I am many things, but selling children is not something I do.” He wrinkled his nose.
“But women are okay.”
He pulled out his cell phone, and Rain wondered if there would be any way to overpower him to get that phone. It would be so easy to get a message out. Would the police even come for her?
On so many cop shows, it was the cops that turned out to be the bad guys. Everyone always wanted money.
Her head was starting to pound from information overload. Being snatched, nearly beaten, and then imprisoned, it was all getting to be a little too much.
She took a deep breath, dropping her hand to her chest, trying to calm her breathing.
“Don’t even think about it,” he said.
“I wasn’t going to do anything.”
“From what I’ve learned of you, Rain, you will try anything to get to your daughter.”
“How do you know my name?” If she couldn’t get the phone, then she wanted answers, and she wanted them now.
He chuckled and turned his phone around, and Rain saw Evelyn. Her baby girl was sitting at a small table, some dolls and teddy bears around her with a tea set.
“She’s currently enjoying tea with some old pals. They have been wanting to go to tea for some time.”
“I want to see her,” Rain said.
He tutted. “You have seen her, and for now, that will do.” He sat down in a chair, and she hadn’t noticed the small table near the large open windows. She could have tried to escape, but there was no way in hell she’d leave without her baby girl. Evelyn was all that she had left.
She folded her arms across her chest and glared at him. “What do you want?”
“Is that any way to treat your savior?”
“You didn’t save me.”
“You’re currently not put up for auction, so I’d say that is a huge win for you. Nor do I have you on your back servicing any male who will pay a price. You’ve already had a child, so your price wouldn’t exactly be high.”
“You’re a pig.”
“And I have killed people for less,” he said.
“Yet, I’m still alive.” She didn’t know if she had brains right now or was just plain stupid.
“You know, it’s refreshing to have someone speak their mind to me, without any fears.”
The truth was, she was shaking to her core, but she wouldn’t show it. There was way too much at stake. She wanted her child. “What do you want?” she asked.