My Genius Mate

Chapter Nineteen

I was getting suspicious of how much time I spent alone. After our phone call a few days ago, they left me alone unless I needed a bathroom break. Even then, they didn't look at me and seemed to avoid me. I was confused and yet ready for things to go south and have to fight again. After I passed out, the little lady bringing me meals has brought me two meals a day now. Things were improving, but the other shoe was in the air, ready to drop. Even Christa was nowhere to be found. It was weird not to talk to anyone or have someone speak to me.

Right as I was beginning to enjoy the silence, my door opened. Christa stomps in. She was angry and red in the face. It looked like someone had just wrestled her in the mud, and something told me it wasn't a spa day. Her clothes were tattered, and her hair had leaves and dirt. I raised a brow as she paced the room, giving me an evil glare as I sat against the wall. "Hey, um, wanna talk about it?"

"Shut up! Don't act nice to me! Don't act like you fucking care!" She was going off the deep end if she thought my sarcastic, low-toned question was genuine.

Tears fell down her face one after another as Bean entered the room. He looked just as beat up, holding his arm. "Boss, what do you want to do?"

Now, I was way more confused than ever before. I knitted my brows and looked between them as I stayed quiet. They looked at me, deep in thought. I raised my arm like I was asking a question. "Do I get to know what happened?"

"No." They said in unison. I nodded and pursed my lips.

She grew even more angry with me as she screamed and stomped out of the room. Bean dropped his shoulders as he looked at me. He scowled at me. "Your mate is a fucking morning."

"Okay?"

"He thought he could manage an ambush on us. He was so wrong because here we are, and there he is." I didn't move. I didn't dare. He was angry.

With Mountain, I had room to mess with him, get him to tell me things like what type of sandwich might be lunch and what my next punishment was. If something were too tight on me, it was a fifty-fifty shot, he would loosen them. With Bean, if I even looked at him wrong, he would purposefully hurt me. He liked it. I didn't know what she had on them, what she was paying them, or whatever else, but it had to be a lot for them to put up with her shit. I heard her boss them around and just be mean. The other day, she slapped Mountain across the face for not moving fast enough. He groaned angrily and just went on with life. When the camera came out, I couldn't trust either of them, like they were putting on a show for Ronan.

Right now, I thought for sure Bean was going to hurt me, was going to charge at me or throw a chair, but he just groaned and slammed the door behind him. Not that I was complaining they weren't torturing me, but what the fuck was happening? What ambush occurred, and did they put any trackers on them to find me? Should I be prepared to be moved and get further away from Ronan because our location was compromised? I had so many questions and possibilities in my head.

However, if there was an ambush, Ronan was keeping a level enough head to plan something like that. I was a little proud of him to know he was going on, trying even still. Although, if the roles were reversed, I would never stop until his body went cold. Even then, I'd hunt down everyone involved. If he were the one to have gone missing, I would fight, and I would tear down every fucking wall in this world until one revealed his blue eyes I missed so much.

I was caught up in my thoughts when the little lady walked in for mealtime—another sandwich and water with some fruit. I looked excited at the peaches today. "Thank you. Um, how long have I been here now?"

She looked behind her and sighed heavily. "You're on your seventh week, dear."

Wow, seven weeks, a month and a half of this place. It seemed longer. It seemed like I had been here a year. I was pretty well healed from my other injuries, but I was still sore in my arm and leg where I had been shot. I rolled my neck as the door opened to let her out but Christa stormed in after her. She was angry again and laughed hysterically. It was weird and creepy. She pointed at me and kept laughing. Mountain was behind her, carrying a metal bed frame with a pitiful expression on his face. That was new. Was she giving me a bed?