The Billionaire Recluse & The girl who stayed.

Sit and wait.

~Lexi~

The blindfold went on again.

Tighter this time.

Like they didn't want me seeing anything.

Didn't want me knowing where I was going.

—

I was shoved forward, my balance completely gone, and then pushed down into what felt like leather seats.

A car.

No—

A limo.

Again.

—

My head knocked hard against the window.

Pain shot through my skull.

"Ah—" I gasped, instinctively curling in on myself.

Before I could even move properly, a hand gripped my shoulder—firm, almost controlled—and forced me upright.

A click.

A seatbelt.

—

I froze.

Confused.

Why—

Why would they do that?

You don't strap someone in safely if you're about to kill them.

Do you?

—

My breathing quickened.

Nothing made sense.

Nothing.

—

The engine hummed beneath me as the car started moving.

I sat there, rigid, my hands bound, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure they could hear it.

—

This wasn't how I imagined it.

Not that I ever imagined dying—

But if I had...

It wouldn't be like this.

Alone.

Blind.

Cold.

—

I swallowed hard.

No one was coming.

That thought settled heavily in my chest.

Maybe this was it.

Maybe this was how it ended.

Because of something I didn't even understand.

Because of someone else's revenge.

—

"I guess this is my fault..." I whispered to myself.

John Oaks.

Dead.

And somehow—

I'd become the price.

—

I squeezed my eyes shut beneath the blindfold.

Think positive.

Stupid.

But I tried anyway.

Maybe it'll be quick.

Maybe I won't feel anything.