Criminally Insane

"Is Your Dad a Baker?"

Rowan has a private driver. He does whatever Rowan asks with no questions.

Rowan has a private chef. He does whatever Rowan asks with no questions.

Rowan has a private investigator. He gets a nice chunk of change and asks no questions.

Rowan has a fixer. She works quietly and slips out of the house late at night with no questions.

Rowan has a public business. He was a billionaire (as if my story could get anymore cliché).

"You can roam freely," he told me absentmindedly. I saw him running his hands through his hair and nodded. "Just don't go on the fourth floor." With that, he was gone.

I've been in this mansion three days. I wonder did Tori ever think to look for me.

I was missing out in class. Rowan allowed me to take online classes, but I was with his fixer when I was doing my assignments. I needed him to trust me so that I could escape.

"What're you thinking about?" His fixer, Robin, asked me.

She sat down at the bar beside me and poured herself a glass of whiskey. Ew.

"Rowan," I responded truthfully.

She snorted. "If you've fallen in love with him, fall out," she replied, shaking her head.

I looked at her. Dark haired, sharp facial features, tall, full lips, sluttish fits. Then I experienced the 'light bulb' moment.

"You've slept with him." I said that as more of an observation.

She hid her head, but I saw that blush on her cheeks. "And you're in love with him," I added.

"We're in love," she corrected me.

I nodded my head. "And what do you see in him?" I asked. Besides his good looks, there was nothing going for him on my end.

"He's a good person," she responded with a shrug before taking a swig of the whiskey she'd poured herself.

"He kidnapped me," I said in disbelief. "How is that him being a good person?" I nearly shouted, throwing my hands up in exasperation.

"I'm sure he has his reasons."

This chick has some serious issues that needed to be taken care of.

"Hey, Robin?"

She took another swig and sat her glass down before looking at me. "Yeah?"

"You've ever flirted with someone and then threatened them in their own shop?" I asked her.

She shook her head. "No."

I nodded. "Great!" I sarcastically exclaimed. "You ever broke into someone's car and threatened them?"

She frowned. "No."

I nodded again. "Awesome."

"What're you-"

I cut her off. "Have you ever broken into someone's home, threatened them, killed someone in a car wreck meant to scare you back home, only to kidnap you out of a hospital?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, but-"

I cut her off once more. "Superb! Then you have no idea what's going on in that man's head. He doesn't have a reason to do anything. He's clearly crazy."

That's what I told myself. I mean, seriously, what kind of normal person stalks and kidnaps another normal person?!

She got up from her stool and grabbed her purse and stack of papers. "This conversation is over."