Blood Contract(Wolf Creek Pack 8)(7)
“Ssshhh, you are safe, Daniel.”
“D–D–Danny,” he whispered as he tried to open his eyes. “M–My name is Danny.”
Danny’s eyes finally fluttered open just about the time a glass of orange juice was held against his lips. He grabbed for the glass and tilted it up, groaning when the sweet tangy taste slid down his throat.
Danny decided he was in love with orange juice. It was the best damn thing he had ever tasted.
“Whoa.” A voice beside him chuckled. “Slow down. There’s plenty of juice. If you drink it too fast, you’ll get sick.”
Just as he drank down the last of the orange juice, Danny glanced over at the man beside him. He started choking when he inhaled too
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fast, fear spiking through him when he recognized the man that had injected him with some sort of blue liquid.
Danny pushed the glass away and started scooting back, trying to put space between him and Mr. Sullivan. He quickly glanced around the room to find an exit, only to realize he had no idea where he was.
If he could think of any word to describe the room he was in, it would be opulent. The floors were hardwood but covered with Persian rugs. A large marble fireplace sat against one wall, a small sitting set directly in front of it.
Danny’s jaw dropped. “Is that real Chippendale furniture?”
“Yes.”
Mr. Sullivan’s chuckle reminded Danny that the man was in the room with him. Danny turned to look at him. He started to glare until he got a good look at the tapestry on the wall behind Mr. Sullivan.
“Damn, that looks like a tapestry from the middle ages,” he said, pointing to the integrate tapestry. “I’ve seen those in my history books.”
“It is.” Mr. Sullivan glanced at the tapestry over his shoulder. “A ninth-century depiction of Charlemagne, I believe. My employer purchased it many years ago.”
My employer. Those words reminded Danny of the contract he had signed and the sedative that had been forced upon him. Danny’s eyes narrowed as he turned to glare at Mr. Sullivan. “Take me home!”
Mr. Sullivan sighed as he poured another glass of orange juice.
“I’m afraid that is impossible, Daniel.”
“Danny!” he growled. He hated being called Daniel. Only his parents called him Daniel. His brother Samuel didn’t even call him Daniel. No one did.
“Danny, then.” Mr. Sullivan smiled. “And you must call me Sully.”
“I want to go home, Sully.”
“Again, that is not possible.”
Danny’s eyes narrowed. “Why not?”
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“You’ve signed a contract, Danny,” the man began. “It is a legally binding contract that will be upheld by any court in the land.”
“I don’t fucking care. I signed it under false pretences. No judge would enforce it.”
“I’m afraid you are wrong there. My employer is a very powerful man. He has a whole team of lawyers that will ensure that the contract is fulfilled to the letter of the law.”
Danny scrambled to the far side of the very large bed he sat on when Sully turned to him and held out the glass of orange juice. He wasn’t going to let the man get near him again, no matter how much he wanted another glass of juice.
“This is kidnapping. You’ll all go to jail for this.” Sully sighed deeply again. Danny was really starting to hate that sound. “I want to go home.”
“Danny, calm down.”
Danny’s eyebrows shot up. “Calm down? Calm down? Are you fucking nuts?” Danny pointed an accusing finger at the man. “You kidnapped me and sedated me and then tell me to calm down. I don’t want to calm down, damn it. I want to go home. Shove that calm down bullshit up your ass, Sully.”
“For now, you are home.”
“The hell I am.” Danny jumped to his feet and ran to the first door he could reach. He could hear Sully racing after him, and his heart started pounding faster. He jerked the door open and ran through it, skidding to a stop when he spotted someone sleeping in the large bed that dominated the room.
He stared, his curiosity growing when the man opened his eyes and stared back with the most alluring blue eyes Danny had ever seen in his life—not vivid blue, but pale sky-blue eyes that sparkled in the light. They were almost eerie in their intensity.
“Danny Erickson,” Sully said as he stepped up to stand next to Danny, “I’d like you to meet my employer, Dominic Xavier Lucian Ruelle.”
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“Hello,” Danny said automatically. He frowned when the man simply nodded at him. Without taking his eyes off of the man, Danny turned his head slightly toward Sully. “Is he okay?”