Sweetest Torture (Sweetest Kill Book 2) (3 page)

He doesn’t speak. He releases my
arm and takes a step back

“I’m sorry.” His voice is low. “I
just don’t know how to get over what you did to me. When everything since the
moment I truly met you, has been for you.”

“I don’t understand Dean, you keep
talking in vague circles. You say I have done something to you? The way I
remember it, I fell in love with you. I had sex with you. I gave you everything
I had, and you turned out to be married. Then you turn out to be the hit man
the drug addict mother of my niece hired to kill me. Now you have kidnapped me
and I have no idea what is going to happen to me. Please explain where in that
situation I did
you
wrong?”

He doesn’t respond right away. I
cross the bathroom and pick up the articles of clothing I dropped in our small
shuffle. I start to get dressed. He still doesn’t look up to meet my eyes.

“You slept with someone else.” He
barely whispers “I thought you said you loved me, but you were with someone
else.”

I scoff “when the hell would I have
had time to do that Dean? Between working 4 days a week, taking care of a 2
year old every other weekend and spending every moment waking moment with you
until I found out you were married and using me? When did I have the time
Dean?”

“I didn’t use you Olivia.”

“Well whatever you want to call it
then.” I put the hoodie on and begin brushing my hair choosing to just put it
in a bun

“Who was he?” Dean asks

“I am
NOT
having this
conversation with you Dean. I fell in love with you the very day you walked
into my apartment. You know the day when you really knocked on my door with the
intention to kill me. I have been head over heels in love with you until last
night when I found out who you really were and what I was to you. There was no
one else.”

I walk out of the bathroom, looking
around the large opened basement not sure of where to go next. I didn’t want to
go back to that chair that’s for sure.

“You’re pregnant.” Dean quietly
mumbles behind me, his hand is on my lower back. I use to love when he would
touch me there. So protective and loving.

No not loving.

I spin around, I nearly lose my
footing as I do “What did you say?” I spit out.

“Last night, when I… took you. I
took your cell phone. I had to disable the GPS so that no one could track you.
Us…. Your gynecologist called, she said that your test results were back. I
pretended to be your husband. I was worried about… You having something from
that one night we didn’t have a condom. She said that everything came back
negative. Except for one test. She said that you are 5 weeks pregnant.”

“I don’t understand.” I drift off.
Taking a seat in one of the wooden chairs

“I don’t either Olivia, I can’t
have children. 5 weeks ago we had sex for the first time, so you tell me what
happened.” His anger is returning

I can’t think straight. How can I
be pregnant when he can’t have children? “You are the only person I have been
with Dean, so this makes no sense.”

“Why do you keep lying?” He screams
“Just tell me.”

“I am telling you the truth.” I
pause. Everything is spinning, it’s all too much. “I don’t feel very well. Can
I lay down somewhere?”

Dean calms quickly, he looks a
little worried. “Yeah, there is a backroom here. It’s finished like the
bathroom. You can sleep.”

He leads me to the room. It’s
decent sized. The walls are painted a light purple, which I find oddly calming
considering I believe that this warehouse room has been used by Dean for many
other purposes, none of them calming.

The bed is a queen sized bed. It
has a large white down comforter that looks brand new

“I bought all this stuff a while
ago, I knew that sooner or later I would have to bring you here. I just didn’t realize
it would be this soon.”

“You mean you knew that you were
going to kidnap me all along?” My voice breaks

“I did.” He nods. “There are a lot
of things you don’t understand. I will try and explain them, but this baby. It
kind of changes the way I saw things happening.”

“How did you see things happening
Dean?” I ask

“I saw us being together, forever.
When everything was said and done I wanted to be with you. But that can’t
happen now can it?”

“I didn’t sleep with someone else.
Just you. So why don’t you go and see a doctor before you say one more thing to
me because every time you doubt me it hurts more than all of this.” I gesture
around the room.

“I have an appointment later this
afternoon actually. Marco talked me into it before you woke up today. But I
already know what they are going to say. It’s not possible. I just wish things
had happened differently.”

He reaches over to stroke my face
with the back of his hand. I wanted to flinch at the contact, but my body still
heats up at his touch. I still feel that connection

“I changed things for you. I
changed all of this for you.” He says

I’m listening, but between his
ministrations on my face and the exhaustion of everything I have experienced I
fall asleep.

I don’t wake up until much later.

Dean is gone, there is a note on
the bedside table:

Olivia, I have a few things I
need to take care of. Marco is outside, he has food for you. Please eat
something and I will see you when I get back later tonight.

-Dean

I should eat something. I sit up and
stretch and remember Dean telling me that I am pregnant. It’s so weird to hear
something like that especially in a situation like this. Like I am being told I
have a human being growing inside of me, one that was “impossible” to create,
and on top of that I am being held against my will. It’s unreal, I had no
signs. No symptoms, part of me wonders if there has not been some kind of
mistake. I mean if Dean cannot have children, and he really is the only person
I have ever been with, it just doesn’t make sense.

Maybe Dean will let me call the
doctor later and ask for confirmation.

The odds of me getting out of here
are not looking to be in my favor however.

When I step into the pair of black
flip flops that are resting on the floor at the end of the bed, I realize they
were not there earlier.

Dean must have brought them in for
me.

Marco is sitting at the little
table with a cup of coffee and the newspaper that Dean had been reading
earlier, when I first woke up in the chair.

“Hey.” Marco greets with a smile

“Hey. Can I have some coffee?” I
ask

He frowns. “I don’t think that’s a
good idea, given your condition and all that, but I have juice?” He offers

“So you know too?”

“I know too.” He answers

“I am glad everyone got to know
before I did. What does this mean for the bigger picture?” I ask, sitting down
and grabbing a bottle of juice beside him

“It means, that Dean has to figure
out that he really is the father of your baby before we know.”

“So you believe me?” my voice
raises a notch

“I believe you Olivia, I saw Dean
the night that he met you, he was completely taken with you. I watched you for
him. You were always with your niece or working. You had a way about you, while
you were others. I can tell you are a good person. You don’t seem like the kind
of girl who would be double timing. Plus… You know I watched you when he was
away... With Stella.”

That comment makes me frown. I
don’t want to remember those days when he came back from his work trip and was
with his wife. Just remembering she existed causes pain, “yeah, well I don’t
need reminders of
her
, Marco.” I try to say as nicely as possible

He laughs “Dean will have to
explain that whole thing too.  In the meantime, you eat and we can go upstairs
and watch TV or something until Dean gets back.”

“What do you mean, upstairs?” I ask
“Where are we?”

“Well, I will tell you. But before
I do I need you to know that it is in your best interest to not take off. Not
that you really could, there are armed guards on this half of the building.
What Dean is doing with having you here? He will have to explain that… But just
don’t try and take off, okay?”

I nod.

“  Okay.” He takes a deep breath,
releasing it slowly “we are on the other side of Oasis. Ryan gave us access to
this part. The walls cannot be penetrated, the windows are bullet proof and
like I said, it’s guarded.”

So Ryan knew I was here? I thought
he was trustworthy.

“Why would he want Dean to kidnap
me?”

“Dean works for Ryan, he will have
to explain to you how he got this all started, but more or less Ryan and Dean’s
father was a really big mob boss years ago. When he died, Ryan took over as the
oldest son. Dean works for him.”

“And you work for Dean?”

He laughs “and I work for Dean.
He’s an amazing guy Olivia, what he does. It’s not what you think. Well I mean
it is… Again all of this is going to have to come from him.”

I don’t say anything for several
moments, letting the idea of Ryan knowing where I am sit in my head for a
moment

“So you kill people too then?”

“No, I do more of the private
investigator part of the job, but I am closest to Dean other than his brother.
We have known each other for a long time.”

“So you don’t kill at all?”

“I didn’t say that.” He pauses “I
just said that’s not my exact job title. I more or less make sure that shit
adds up when Dean goes out on a job, and I am really quite good with computers.
I take care of the money portion and anything else he needs.”

So basically he kills people when
he has to.

“Are you going to kill me for him?”

Marco looks sad “I told you
earlier, that I watched you for a long time for Dean. At first it was to make
sure that you were who we were hired to kill. Then it was because Dean knew
there was something about you. Then other factors and then I watched you
because he wanted you to be safe. I like you. I know everything there is to
know about you, every shot you have ever had, every boyfriend or lack thereof I
should say in your case. I don’t want to kill you and if things go the way boss
thinks they are going to, he won’t either.”

“So even though I am pregnant and
we both know this is Dean’s baby” I rub my stomach “he might still kill me?”

He doesn’t answer. Instead he
stands up. “I’m going to run to the bathroom and then we can head upstairs.

I give him a small smile. Not sure
why he dodges that question, but he lack of answer does very little to calm my
racing nerves.

The upstairs is warmer than where
we were previously. I expect it to be as wide as Oasis is, but it’s really not.
It feels like it was once a group of offices that were demolished to be an open
area. There is a large big screen TV, a pool table, a hot tub in one corner of
the room, which seemed a little tacky to me. There is five book shelves filled
with DVD’s on one wall and the other has a large collection of books.

Marco leads me to the sofa towards
the back of the room, there are three, all expensive looking and comfortable.
He nudges me to take a seat on one and he walks towards the cases with the
DVD’s.

“So what kind of movies do you
like?” he asks

“I don’t know, anything but
romance.” I sigh slightly

Marco laughs; “makes sense.” He
grabs one and brings it over to me it’s some sports movie. I don’t even care at
this point, I am finding it really odd that I am actually being held captive
for whatever reason and being asked about movie selections.

Marco grabs some popcorn and hands
me a bowl. He also brings me over a blanket so ‘I can lay down and watch if I
want to’.

I do. I close my eyes and fall
asleep.

I don’t know how long I am asleep
for, before my body suddenly jerks awake. I hear yelling. A man yelling. A
painful scream.

I try to sit up, to find out what
is going on a few moments later, after I calm myself slightly but there is a
hand at my throat, pushing me back into the couch.

I fling my eyes open and I am met
by an older man, smiling at me with his yellow broken teeth.

“You must be Olivia?”

I don’t say anything. I know right
away he is not good

He confirms my suspicion when he
reaches his other hand over towards me. I notice he has a gun. He brings the
barrel of the gun over and points it right at my forehead. The cold metal
pressing painfully into my skin.

“Let’s try this again, shall we?
You must be Olivia, yes?”

I nod slowly, afraid to move.
Afraid to speak and anger him.

“Good. My name is Leo, I work for
someone who has a very high interest in you. However Mr. Corvus has been
keeping you a secret. It’s too bad he is no longer here to keep you safe, isn’t
it?”

He licks his lips, his breath
assaults my face. It’s disgusting. Smelling of tooth decay and garlic. My stomach
roils, the vomit is rising into my throat. I quickly take a deep breath, trying
to calm my stomach but not upsetting this man with my movements.

“I don’t have anything to do with
Dean, he’s keeping me captive.”

The man releases my neck and slaps
me. Hard. “Learn quickly you do not lie, and you do not speak unless spoke too.
I won’t warn you again. Next time there will be a bullet in your head. Now, we
both know that you are not captive. You are sleeping on a couch that is worth
more than my apartment. You’re dating Dean, we all know this but despite his
hard work…” The man stops for a moment rethinking his words “Despite the
bridges he has burned, I have you now. And you are coming with me.”

He reaches down onto the floor and
grabs my black flip flops. Placing them roughly onto my feet.