Page 168 of One Nightstand With My Ex's Uncle

EMILY’S POV.

My eyes opened slowly, although it was hard to tell if they were really open or not. I widened them, but they could not even catch the tiniest ray of light. I was in complete darkness.

My hands and feet ached, and when I tried to remove them, I discovered that they wouldn’t budge. Pulling them against each other, I discovered that I had been bound with thick cords.

The image of what John had done to me colored my mind, and my heart began to race. Being tied up was definitely going to stay as a traumatic memory.

I had been kidnapped! Me. I never thought for once that I would ever be kidnapped. Why had I rushed out like that to meet someone I didn’t know?

Was it really because of Lucas? Had I gotten so desperate to find him that I had gone crazy?

Was he doing fine wherever he was? Had he moved on? Was there someone else who comforted him, right by his side? Would he ever come back, or would he forever be a memory to share to my kids, and grandkids? Although I doubted kids would come into existence if I didn’t find Lucas.

His smiling face filled my head, and the tears cascaded down my face, rolling over the large tape that sealed my lips.

How I wished he’d just show up, and take me somewhere else—somewhere far. A place where I didn’t need to worry out of fear. Somewhere I could finally forget John.

I stayed awake for quite a long time, staring into the dark, with images forming, and dissipating by the second. Then I began to hear footsteps.

Lots of them. My heart jumped, and my eyes and ears stayed peeled out, and alert.

There was a fumble with a lock, and the large doors were pushed open. I winced from the brightness that suddenly flooded my vision.

“Oh! The beauty is awake!” A man said, quite cheerfully. He stopped in the center of the room, with his hands in his pockets, as he watched me. “Bring her closer.” He commanded, and two men in black suits came to fetch me.

They both took hold of my hands firmly, and painfully, like they had forgotten I had been bound up mercilessly.

In front of the man, I was forced onto my knees, which wasn’t a hard job. He bent to my height, and peeled the tape off my mouth. His fingertips were cold, contrasting to the stinging pain that came from him peeling the tape off my mouth.

He tucked my hair behind my ear, and smiled.

“You are beautiful, girl.”

Up close, I could see a scary scar that ran from his cheekbone to his lip. His grey eyes held no warmth, and his Italian accent made him seem all the more dangerous.

“I’m Lopez, and you might want to know why you’re here.”

I looked at him, trying hard not to blink, but the fear seemed adamant on making me blink a thousand times in one minute.

“Your dear husband signed a deal with me, promising me success, but the deal failed, and he couldn’t hold his own part of the deal. He owes me two hundred, and fifty million dollars.”

My eyes widened, and he chuckled.

“You see? Isn’t your love so wicked? He doesn’t want to pay me what he owes me. I poured all my money into his stupid deal, and now he’s trying to tell me I’m the stupid one, and I ought to bear the loss, and forget it. Come on, I can’t forget such an amount, can I?” He asked.

“What does that have to do with me? I know nothing about it. Absolutely nothing. You should let me go. Your deal is with John, and not me.” I said, and the men laughed.

“Shush, shush, boys, boys, don’t you hear the angels singing?” Lopez asked dramatically, mocking me.

“John will not budge just because you took me. He doesn’t love me.”

“Oh really? New story. Tell me more, angel.”

“We are no longer married. There’s nothing you’ll gain from me.”

They all laughed—loud, haunting noises that sent chills down my spine.

“Now I truly believe angels don’t lie. It’s not because they don’t want to, but because they can’t!” Their laughter soared high once more, mocking, and satisfied.

They stopped laughing, only to start again. Lopez looked at me with tears in his eyes, still laughing before he took in deep breaths, and controlled himself.

“How about we see if he really doesn’t give a shit about you? Should we test him? Your lie is so cute, you know? Look at you denying your love all because you’re captured.”

“He’s not my love. I’m telling you he will not give a damn about me being here.”

“Ooh, she speaks hard too.” Lopez said, turning to his men, feigning surprise.

Then, he turned back to me. “Like I said, let’s see.

Let’s find out if he’ll really ignore you, and leave you to the cruel hands of fate.

” He said, stroking my hair. “You have long, beautiful hair. Not too many girls have waist-length hair nowadays. It’s so hot, but they all prefer much more bouncier hairstyles. ” He said, then looked at my body.

“Sweetie, I’m going to be starting from the top. I’ll cut things off your body like they don’t matter, and I’ll do so in an orderly fashion, and send them as gifts to John. Ooh, I can’t wait to cut your pretty finger—”

Instinctively, I folded my fingers in, and he laughed.

“The screams are always enjoyable, and so are the looks of fear and disbelief on their faces. Who knows, maybe when I get to your finger, John will cooperate? Now, let’s start from the top. Go.” He said, and my head was yanked back by my hair.

I gave a frightened gasp, but I was released almost instantly.

I didn’t realize what had happened—Not until my hair came down messily, hugging my neck.

My hair…

It was gone.