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Chapter Eighteen

APHRODITE

Scott was a completely different man. He had always been a hard, ruthless criminal, but now grief over his wife completely took over his mind and that was a dangerous thing. He was angry, well, angry was an understatement, really. He was angry at Aristos, and he took it out on me because he thought that was a fair trade off.

I didn't know what was in store for me, but I knew Scott wasn't playing around. He was absolutely convinced that Aristos had killed his wife. I was dying inside. I was afraid that Scott would make sure that Aristos and I would never see each other again. Was he going to kill either of us? I didn't know. But if he killed Aristos and not me, I wasn't strong enough to walk the earth without him by my side.

I was tied to a fucking chair in some fucking hotel with tape over my mouth.

"Listen to me." Scott said sharply and grabbed me underneath my chin. "If you scream, I'll break your fucking jaw. If you alert anyone, I'll fucking kill them, and it'll be your fault. If you ever run from me, I'll burn this fucking hotel down with everyone inside it. Am I understood?"

My glare never eased an inch but I nodded.

He grabbed the tape and ripped it from my mouth. I only let out a tiny squeal before I was composed again.

"Bastard." I hissed at him through clenched teeth.

He raised an eyebrow. "You've always been such an angry girl."

"Well I'm pretty angry right now. Fuck you."

"What a clever and original comeback, shawty."

"Why are you doing this to me?" I snapped. "Aristos didn't kill Sienna."

He answered my question with another question. "How do you know?"

"He told me before you had me dragged away from him!" I shouted angrily. "I believe him, Scott. I fucking believe him. How can you do this? He's your family!"

"My relationship with my cousin is over. Fuck Ari, and fuck you."

"He didn't do it." I said again, glaring at him.

He walked over to me and stood in front of me. "He's a fucking liar. Stop pouting and be strong. There's nothing you can do now."

"I'm not pouting."

"You have very pouty lips, girl."

"Your cousin will find me! You don't think he's looking for me right now?! You think he's gonna let you do this to me?"

He chuckled with amusement.

I worried about the sadness that was creeping up, ready to take the anger's place. I didn't want to sink. I couldn't. My anger was a much better emotion to feel. My rage for Scott would keep me out of the dark so I tried desperately to hold onto it, but I feared I would lose that battle soon. I always managed to.

He held a glass of water up to my lips and poured some in my mouth. I spat it out into his tattooed face.

"It's stupid of you to refuse water when it's offered to you." He said as he wiped his wet mouth with the back of his hand.

"It's stupid of you to kidnap me."

"This is my last offer. Drink the water or don't. But if you spit in my face again you're gonna regret it."

He held the water up to my mouth again and I drank it this time.

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"I want to take a shower." I said suddenly, anything to get out of that fucking chair. It was now nighttime and he still had me tied up while he sat silently on the bed looking at his laptop.