Dark Boundaries(28)

The smile drops from my face. Six days! I’ll have Andrea back in six days! For the first time in months I feel a glimmer of happiness.

“Can you break them in that time?”

“Sure,” I answer quickly. “That won’t be a problem.

Bill goes back to his office, taking his three bodyguards with him. I slap Justin on the back. “Six days. We’ll have her back in six days. Keep it together until then and remember, Andrea is all that matters.”

“She’s all I think about,” he says. “I’m going to go check on Riza.”

I look down at Kristine and freeze as my eyes meet hers. Her lips are slightly parted with shock. Her eyes lock on mine, keeping them a prisoner. She heard what I said to Justin. She knows Andrea is real. Fuck!

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Chapter Eighteen



Kristine~

He didn’t lie to me! He’s really looking for his sister.

I’m flooded with all kinds of emotions ranging from anger to pity, and everything in between.

I try to sit up, but a throbbing pain in my side makes it difficult. Garrett crouches down and taking hold of my shoulders, he helps me to sit. His face is dangerously close to mine and I can feel tension building between us. I’m not sure it’s the good kind.

“It wasn’t a lie?” I whisper, scared he’ll lose his temper any second.

He places a finger under my chin and turns my face until our lips are inches apart. “If you even think of telling a soul, I won’t hesitate to kill you. I love my sister and I’ll do anything for her.” The threat sinks deep into my gut. I believe him, the piercing look in his eyes tell me he’s very serious.

“I won’t tell,” I quickly try to set him at ease. “Why did you tell me differently? I can help you. We can help each other.” Somewhere along the line my voice turns pleading. If he’s here for his sister, it means he cares. He’s not like the others. If only I can get on his good side!

“The only way you can help me is by doing everything I say. Don’t argue. Don’t fight. Just give in and make this easier for both of us. In six days we’re going to the auction and I’m going to get my sister back. When we get there, you’re on your own.”

“What do you mean I’m on my own?” My eyes dance over his face, looking for any sign that he cares.

“It means you are not my problem. I’m not going to help you. I won’t come back for you. When we get to the club I’m handing you over. What happens after that …” He shrugs as if I’m nothing.

I grab hold of his arm. “You can’t just do that! You stole me! It’s all because of you that I’m in this mess. You owe me!”

He shakes my hand off. “I owe you nothing. You were stupid enough to go to that club. You placed yourself in that position. Don’t put any of this on me.”

I cover my mouth with a trembling hand. I can’t believe he’ll let me become a sex slave. What kind of man will do that to another human being?

The desperate kind. A brother who loves his sister.

I’d do the same for Riza. I’d kill for her. In this moment I know he will kill me, if I stand between him and his sister.

Now it’s a matter of who kills who first. I want Riza and he wants Andrea.

It's a fucked up world when two innocent people are forced to cross dark boundaries.

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Chapter Nineteen



Garrett~

Her eyes become darker with determination. I’m going to have to be on my guard around her. I don’t doubt she will try and kill me the first chance she gets.

If I had any common sense left, I’d kill her now before something goes wrong. We can still go to the auction with the one girl.

The shutters come down on her eyes, hiding what she feels. She makes herself comfortable, pulling her knees to her chest. “So, what do we do now?” she asks, trying to come off as nonchalant as she can. It’s not working. I hear the slight tremor in her voice.

“You’re going to be the perfect slave.” She needs a shower. Her hair is sticking to her face and neck. I take hold of the leash. “Let’s get you clean.” I tug lightly on the leash, giving her time to move. I’m not a total ass. I know she’s in pain from where Warren kicked her.

She surprises me again by following close behind me. I never know when she’s going to lash out and fight. I take her out the back to where the hoses are. That’s as close to a shower we’ll get around here. I pick up the nozzle and first let the water run a bit. The first bit is always hot.

Once it’s cold I turn to her. “Take off the dress,” I say it harshly so she’ll know I’m not joking around.