“And I’ll honor it after I know this is legit.” I was then forcibly removed from the room. I screamed until we reached my cell. I was expecting a dungeon or at least a basement. I should have known that would have been much too simple for him. Instead of a damp, dark room with concrete floors and blood on the walls, I was led inside a plush bedroom suite that looked far too comfortable for its purpose.
I spun around and found Man Bun, whose name I now knew was Z, attempting to leave. “Hey!” I shouted. He turned and lifted an eyebrow but offered nothing more. This was the time for me to beg and plead and offer money I didn’t have. “What’s your name?”
He smiled.
I tried not to melt.
“Z.”
“No.” His confusion was evident in his frown. “Your real name. The name your mother gave you.”
For the first time since meeting him, he didn’t appear friendly. His face had turned to stone, and his gaze was glacial as he glared across the space separating us. “Zachariah.”
I nodded because the name fit, and then I did something stupid.
“Is she dead?”
“I don’t know where she is.” He turned, stepped on the other side of the portal, and tossed over his shoulder, “And I don’t care.”
The door slammed shut and shook the frame. I heard the sound of the lock turning before I could even contemplate running. The final click might as well have been the sound of my freedom being discarded.
I was officially Angel’s prisoner.
Along with his two friends who I would bet had just as many demons.
I was outnumbered and outmuscled which meant I would have to use my wits to get out of this unscathed. I slowly took in my surroundings but found nothing that could be used as a weapon. The bedroom had all of the basic furniture—a dresser, nightstand, chair, and an enormously wide bed. There was nothing to indicate that anyone had ever lived here before me. I studied the bed and panic seized my lungs in a tight fist.
What stopped me wasn’t the missing pillows or sheets to cover the mattress.
Handcuffs.
He had freaking handcuffs!
I charged forward until my knees touched the side of the bed. I inspected the cuffs hanging from the gold painted iron. The design was simple—elegant even—and even though I wasn’t an expert, instinct told me these weren’t from a gag gift collection.
My attention slid to the footboard and just as I suspected, there hung the same style of cuffs.
Could I hide them?
I looked around the room for a potential hiding spot until I discarded the idea entirely. A man as resourceful as Angel would only find more.
Or worse.
He’d use something else. Something less gentle.
Like rope.
I took a deep breath and released. It wasn’t steady, but I was no longer on the verge of fainting either. Maybe these were left over from a previous lover. Maybe he had only left them to get under my skin.
Mission accomplished.
Slowly, I backed away from the bed until my back rested against a wall. Something dug into my hip so I spun and realized it wasn’t a wall but a door. Pushing it open, I discovered the en suite.
It was small yet still five-star worthy. There was a glass-enclosed shower with stream jets completing a full three sixty. The stone tile complemented the wooden floor, and beside the shower was a garden tub that I ached to take advantage of.
Reluctantly, I turned away and did my business while promising that one day I’d have something like this to call my own. The design of the faucet was contemporary like the rest of the bath. I didn’t have long to admire the sleek design when the water turned scalding hot. I yanked my hands from under the running water.
What the hell?
I turned the fancy knob and shut the water off and reached for a towel only to find there weren’t any available. Seriously? I couldn’t even get a hand towel? I fought an eye roll and realized this must be part of his game. The same as the sheets.
Angel thought he’d humble me by making me beg for sheets and towels.
As fucking if.
If he wanted me on my knees, he had to do better than that.
I wiped my hands down the front of my jeans and left the fancy bathroom. When I looked up, I found the woman who had let me in earlier, waiting. “Can I help you?”
“Mr. Knight has requested your presence at dinner tonight.”
“Has he?” I looked her up and down and noticed she held a black box in her hand. “Could you please tell Mr. Knight that I am requesting he go fuck himself?” I batted my eyelashes sweetly.
“This evening’s dinner attire has been selected.” Her face never once lost its pinch as she passed me and primly lowered the box on the bed.
My lips curled. She might as well have been offering me a neatly wrapped infectious disease. I inspected it as much as I could from the other side of the room. Unless we were having dinner in a swimming pool, there was no way anything I’d fit into could be inside. I was small, but not so small that clothing my size would fit inside the box that wasn’t even big enough to fit more than a single shoe.
“What’s in there?”
“I told you. This is your dinner attire. You are instructed to wear them and nothing else.”