The Brightest Star

Chapter 6

I can't believe he drugged me. He actually fucking drugged me. And then he has the audacity to act like nothing happened. Like he didn't shatter my world even further.

I always try to find the good in things. And I'll find a way to make the most of my stay here; starting with that library.

But I don't trust easily.

It's an unfortunate side effect of growing up poor. And being a girl makes it even harder. You never know who's telling the truth or who's just using you for their own personal agenda. But there were always two people I could trust, two people I could count on my entire life; Tony and Dom.

Now one is dead and the other is practically holding me hostage.

I just don't understand what he was thinking. Sure, he says he wants to protect me but that can't possibly be all there is to it. He made the O'Connor brothers sound like professional killers, like they're more than just drug dealers with a personal vendetta. Maybe there's some truth to that.

But Christ, all he had to do was tell me the truth. That's all I asked of him.

There's a knock on the door, forcing me from my thoughts, before Leon sticks his head in. He looks like most of the other men here; slicked back brown hair and dark eyes. He wears a suit like the rest of the men with tattoos on his knuckles.

He strides inside with a pile of folded clothes, "I had to guess on your size but these should fit better."

"Thanks," I reply quietly, taking the pile from him.

"Keep your back to that wall when you change," he says as he walks towards the door, pointing at one of the crème walls.

"Why?" I confusedly ask. I glance from the wall to him.

"Camera is there," he points to the crown molding of the wall, "I'm just trying to help you remain decent."

"Oh," my brows furrow, "thanks."

He nods once before leaving. I look up at the crown molding and spot the tiny black circle that must be the camera. I flip it off, hoping that Dom is watching, before turning to the clothes.

I exchange the too small light blue top and way too short skirt for a black sundress. It fits much better but is still short nonetheless. I sigh and sit on the edge of the bed, staring down at my bare feet.

Dominic better have one hell of an explanation for all of this.

There's a knock on the door and this time Marco sticks his head in. He smiles and walks inside. I stand quickly and brush down the dress. He has a small bag in his hand that he offers me. Inside is a hair brush and a pair of sandals in my size. I quickly brush out the tangles in my hair before sitting on the edge of the bed to put the shoes on.

"Ready?" Marco asks, nodding towards the door. He's leaning against the wall right next to the bed with his arms folded over his chest. With the lights in the room and the lack of distance between us, I note that his eyes are an almost honey color. Interesting.

I nod and rise from the bed. He leads the way out of this room and down dozens of halls. I can barely wrap my mind around a house of this size. There are men in suits every few feet while others pace the halls.

With the new knowledge that Dom is in the mafia, the fucking mafia, this house makes more sense. The guns, the suits, the maids, the men; it's all a part of the underworld that houses this kind of crime.

Marco leads me to the dining room and holds open the door for me. Just like yesterday, the room is packed with men. Guns lay beside the platters of food and I quicken my steps. He leads me through the room to another door. This one reveals a much smaller, almost intimate, dining room for four.