PINK MIST 2 ½

CHAPTER TWENTY- SIX

CHAPTER TWENTY- SIX

"I ordered you to behave."

Her voice shoot an arrow through my heart, paralyzing me. She was always in control, always composed, poised and confident. I could feel her eyes burning my skin even if I was still trapped in the damned hood.

"Take those things off," she commanded. "If I wanted them dead by asphyxiation I would have asked you to do so!"

I heard the man complying with a grunt before feeling his hand grasping the hood covering my head. Without even caring, he pulled it off violently, ripping out a strand of my hair.

I squinted, my eyes as they tried to adjust to the light after being into complete darkness. Without being able to concentrate on my vision yet, I heard a pair of heels tapping steadily on the floor and a door opening.

My eyes widened as I finally saw Nathan being completely motionless a hair's breath away from me. My sweaty skin crawled under the gust of air that entered the room as the door flew open violently once again.

"Take them to the room next door. And find a way to wake him up."

A devilishly smile spread on her perfect face as I stood there completely mortified yet relieved to know that Nathan was just unconscious, without this really meaning that we were out of the hook.

"Long time, no see, Mrs. Gray."

"Ebony," I gritted my teeth, barely holding my self composed.

"Oh! What a pleasant surprise! I see you remember me!"

Ebony was bickering with her bouncers as I observed her, completely dumbfounded by the whirlwind of her myriad behaviors. Ebony raised her eyebrow and gestured for me to follow.

"Tea, coffee? Maybe a drink?"

"Quit it!" I screamed, unable to pretend any more. "What the hell do you want?!"

"Valeria..." Nathan's husky voice threw me off my tracks.

"Nate!"

Without losing any second, I rushed towards his side. He was placed on a bed across of us. I was so engrossed with my attempt to keep my mouth shut, that I had barely taken notice of the room we were in, more than ever that Nathan was in the same room as me.

"Hey, angel," he whispered.

I touched my forehead with his and breathed in his breath, barely touching my lips to his. Nathan's fingers crawled into the loose locks of my hair as he smiled at me tenderly.

"As much as I'm pro love, I didn't bring you here to start your honeymoon," Ebony grunted as she filled a glass with an amber colored whiskey.

"What do you want, Ebony?" Nathan groaned as he stood up in the bed, avoiding my gaze.

"You fucked up my men," she shrilled. "You won't be getting away with it so easily not again, Toy!"

Toy... Such a simple word, so innocent, that in her lips turned evil. Every hair on my body stood on end as I caught a glimpse the anger flashing through her eyes.

"Tell me what you want!" Just leave her out of this!"

"The question is not what I want, nor what I need... The question is what do you have to offer to satisfy my thirst for revenge, my little toy."