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Chapter Nineteen
Mila
I’m in my room without a phone.
Natasha took it, and Natasha has a gun, and has she always had a gun in this house? It must’ve been hidden in her bedroom and I didn’t even know it.
I should’ve listened to my instincts about her. I knew something was off. I just thought she was after my husband.
And I guess she was, just not in the way I thought.
I pace. The door is locked, and I have no means of communication. I’m sure Natasha is answering my texts from Maddy as though she is me, and no one will ever know that I’m being locked up in here. I’m going to be here forever, or until they decide what to do with me.
There is a knock, then the key is turned, and the door is opened.
Natasha walks in with a tray.
“Here.”
She puts it on the bed, and picks up the TV remote. “I’ve got something for you.”
She messes with the television, and then a black and white picture comes up. A surveillance video. It’s not high-definition, certainly, but it’s clear enough.
It’s Pax.
I suck in a breath, and my husband is sprawled on the floor in a room.
Looking closer, I decide it’s our bedroom in Angel Bay. There are small boxes on the bed, the size of jewelry boxes. Some are neatly stacked, and some are open in a pile.
Pax isn’t moving.
“Is he ok?” I ask quickly. Natasha stares at me.
“You can see for yourself.”
Pax is staring at nothing, his eyes open, and is he alive?
God, is he alive? My heart pounds and pounds, threatening to leap from my chest.
I touch the screen, his hand, and he’s not moving. There’s no signs of blood or a struggle. His legs are long, his body is taut, and he’s not moving.
“Come on, baby,” I tell him. “Please be alive.”
Natasha laughs and I shove her away from me.
She backhands me across the face, and my head snaps around. I taste blood in my mouth, and my cheek is on fire, and I rush at her, my blood boiling and red blurring my vision.
But then there is something cold and metal in my side.
She brought her gun.
Fuck.
I back off.
“Is he alive?” I ask her coldly.