Uncovering You: The Complete Series (Mega Box Set) (133 page)

Rose steps forward. She addresses Hugh. “May I?” she asks.

“Be my guest.”

“Lilly,” Rose smiles at me. “You always wanted me to call you by your first name. Didn’t you? Looks like you finally got your wish.” She comes closer to the bed and squats down, looking up at me through big, innocent eyes. “You really have to understand. I don’t harbor you any ill will. I’m not your enemy. I’m a friend.” She reaches out and touches my knee. I scoot away. “Don’t you remember?”

“How can you say that?” I hiss. Hatred and loathing clench up my insides like the fiery jaw of a dragon. “This whole time, it was
you
. You were the one I had to look out for. You were the cause of all this.” My anger begins to boil over, become insuppressible. “It was because of
you
that Jeremy grew up the way he did. Full of loathing. Full of hate. You ruined his childhood, took away his home.”

She laughs, and touches a hand to her chest. “Who? Little old me? No, no, no, Lilly.” She shakes her head. “I helped Jeremy become a man. You should be grateful to me. Without me, you would have never experienced the richness of the life you lead.”

“The life I
led
,” I counter.

She smiles again and pats my foot. “It was never meant to last, my dear. One way or another, it would always have ended with you, broken, ruined, in the gutter. If not at Jeremy’s hands…” she gives a small, girlish laugh, “then at his father’s. Isn’t the irony oh so sweet?”

She stands up. “Jeremy thought you worthy of him,” she says. “He was wrong.
I
was the only woman who was ever his equal. For leading me to believe that my dear Hugh was deceased, he must be punished.” She places her hands on Hugh’s shoulder. “’When he came back to me, after all those years, I found my purpose again. With Hugh, with Esteban, I’m going to strike Jeremy where it hurts the most. Stonehart Industries. And you, his little, precious
Lilly-Flower
…” She fills the words with jeer. “…will become nothing more than an extra casualty, a wreck, a carcass left on the side of the street to rot. We will use you to drive the stake deep into Jeremy’s heart. And, oh yes, dear, you will cooperate. Because the things a woman can do to another… pale in comparison to the cruelties that a man’s mind might drag up.

“Your time in the dark with Jeremy will be nothing compared to what I’ll let them do to you here. Only a woman’s mind can know the ways to hurt you the most.” She turns away. “So, write Jeremy that letter. Hugh will dictate. And don’t think you’re getting out of this alive,
Miss Ryder
. Sadly, you’re not.”

--

A day after my message to Jeremy, Big Man comes to pay me a visit.

“Someone is getting desperate,” he sneers, throwing that day’s newspaper on the bed beside me. I see my picture on the front page. “The reward’s been doubled.”

--

Another week goes by with me no closer to… well, to
anything
.

I’m going crazy cooped up in this little white room. I’m not fed a lot, but I’m nowhere close to starving, either. I get clean water every day.

There’s something brewing on the outside. Something big. I can feel it. The silence on all fronts just makes the anticipation worse.

Big Man is the only human I see that week. He brings my food and water but nothing else. He hasn’t said a word after depositing that newspaper several days ago.

I’ve read it front to back. Jeremy’s reward for any information about me is ludicrous. With that much money on the line, it makes me wonder: Why hasn’t anyone come?

The answer scares me. It’s because I am locked somewhere so far away, so far out of sight, that nobody
can
come.

Jeremy, with all his resources, guards, surveillance, and everything else, cannot find me.

Rose. Hugh. Esteban. All of them connected; all of them linked. All three have grievances against Jeremy. And all three are collaborating to seek revenge.

Hugh called me bait. Rose said I’m not leaving this place alive. Where does that put me?

In a position of unparalleled despair. And yet—seven days have passed, and nothing’s happened.

Maybe Hugh and Esteban and Rose are not as secure as they want me to believe.

--

On the eve of the eighth day, Esteban comes in.

He’s in a stark white suit that contrast deeply with his dark skin. His hair is disarrayed, lending him an appearance of madness.

I sit up. He looks at me, and extends his hand. “Come with me, my dear.”

Tentatively, I stand, and tighten the sash on my robe. “Where?”

He smiles. “We have another video to shoot.”

My gut clenches. But I don’t let the fear show. I smile back and take his hand.

“So cold,” he murmurs as he leads me through the hall. “Poor thing, your hands are so cold. They must not be feeding you enough.” He pats my hand when we stop before a close door. “I can change that, should you wish. But, dear thing,” he reaches up and brushes my cheek. “For that to happen, I’ll need you to cooperate.”

I give him a small, tight, non-committal nod.

He opens the door.

It’s an empty square room. Hugh is inside. There is nobody—and nothing—else.

“Thank you, my boy,” Hugh says. “Leave her to me.”

Esteban bows his head slightly and back out the room.

As soon as the door closes, Hugh holds one finger up. “Before you try anything rash,” he says, tilting his head to meet my eyes, “I must inform you that this room is being watched.” He points at the four corners of the ceiling. “Anything you do, anything you say, will be recorded. Esteban’s guards are on close alert. So let’s not have things devolve to a relapse of the dinner my son set up, hmm?”

“What do you want?” I ask stiffly, crossing my arms.

“A truce, of sorts,” Hugh says. “I’m here to offer you armistice.”

I narrow my eyes in suspicion. “Why?”

“To give meaning to your life.”

“It has meaning.”

“Ah,” Hugh agrees. “Maybe so. But not in the way I want.”

“And what do you want?”

He holds one hand out before him and uncurls his fist. Inside are three small, red pills.

“For you to take these,” he says.

My back stiffens. “No.”

Hugh smiles in a sad way. “Really, Lilly. Do you have a choice? Besides, you don’t even know what they are.”

“I don’t care. I’m not taking them.”

Hugh shrugs and puts the pills back in his pocket. “A pity,” he says, “that you should make your mind up so early.”

All at once, the lights in the room go off. I’m plunged into darkness.

“No!” I scream, and lunge at Hugh. But wherever I thought he was, he’s not any longer. I stumble and fall.

“Consider your options,” he says from a faraway corner. “I’ll come back to give you the choice again.”

A small sliver of light breaks through the darkness and then he’s gone.

And I’m left on the ground in a cell devoid of light once again.

Chapter Eighteen

LILLY

I shiver, wrapping my robe around myself in a vain attempt to retain what feeble heat my body produces.

This room is worse than the sunroom. Much, much worse. For one, it’s freezing cold. If there were any light I would see my breath misting out in front of me.

For two, it’s small. Tiny. So, so very much constricting. While I was limited in range by the collar, before, the sunroom gave the illusion of space. Here, there is none.

Something about the four tight walls, the way they intersect at harsh angles, adds to the sense of oppression. It’s not a wide, gentle circle. It’s a closed, tiny box.

The fact that there’s nothing here to cling onto? No pillar, no chair, no bed? Just the empty floor? That alone makes me feel lost in a nightmare. My sense of sight has been taken away by the dark. My sense of touch—by the lack of physical objects and the persistent cold.

Hearing. What do I hear? Nothing. Nothing, except for my own shuddery breaths. It makes the sense of dread, the sense of looming apprehension, so much worse.

The only saving grace is that I do not wait long before being given the choice to take the pills again.

Hugh enters. I know it is him by the way he breathes.

“Do you like your new accommodations?” he asks. “Rose tells me you were used to lodgings like these while under my son’s care. Is that right?”

“You know it is, old man!” I hiss.

He tsks. “Why so angry, Lilly? I returned to help you make a choice.”

“Fuck your choice.”

“Language, language,” he mutters. “Such crude words should never come from the lips of a woman. But you can hardly be blamed. Jeremy did not instill manners into you.”

He walks toward me, his silhouette visible against the frame of light from the door.

He kneels down at my side and drops three pills into my hand.

“Take these,” he says. “And your suffering will not have to go on much longer. You’ll be returned to the white room, with a shower…a light…a bed.”

“Go fuck yourself,” I spit, and turn away.

He clicks his tongue, and then stands. “You’ll be here,” he says, “every single moment, being watched, until you take the pills, Lilly. There’s no use trying to fight. You’ll give in eventually. And Esteban and I? We have the luxury of unlimited time, while your clock, I fear, is running short.” He turns away. “Think on it, Lilly. It won’t be that bad.”

--

I cradle the pills in my palm, fingering them back and forth in a circle.

Hugh wanted me to take them. Why? I can only think of one reason:

They will do the same thing to my mind as they did to Paul’s

And if I do—if I succumb—there will be no going back. Not from that. Not ever.

Have I given up all hope of an escape? It’s been a month and a half since I was kidnapped. A month and a half where I have been given no chance.

A month and a half in which Jeremy did not come.

The reward should have sparked a search. Doubtless, it did. And nothing has come of it so far.

Frightening? No, this is terrifying.

Chapter Nineteen

LILLY

Hugh visits me again the following day.

I need confirmation of my suspicions. “If I take these,” I ask him, “what will become of me?”

He chuckles. “Finally, you are asking the right questions. The three pills, on their own, will do nothing. But..they will prime your mind to succumb to bouts of schizophrenia, give the proper trigger.”

“And that trigger is?”

“Another chemical, with a two day half-life. You see, what I did to Paul was unfortunately crude. It ruined him forever. I do not want that with you. After all, what use would you be as a bargaining chip if you were broken?” He laughs. “None. But. If you were not broken, simply temporarily… impaired? In a state that could be achieved by a single drop of the proper chemical catalyst in your drink? Well, that makes you valuable again. To me.”

“Why not just slip them in my food, then?” I challenge. “Why offer me the choice?”

“Because, sweet Lilly, you have to be in full understanding of what is happening to you. You have to see how it is only because of your choices that you have ended up in this…” Hugh glances around the room. “…this cold, dark, despicable place. The three little pills will open your mind to us. And they will also be your escape.”

I laugh. “Escape? Escape what? You said it yourself: You intend to use me as bait. You don’t mean to let me out.”

“Perhaps not,” Hugh admits, “but wouldn’t you rather spend your final days in unbridled luxury, as opposed to this… this miserable existence?” He stands and turns away. “Think on it, Lilly. Do you know where we are?”

“You know I don’t.”

“We are miles beneath Esteban’s beautiful home on a remote island in the Mediterranean. Wouldn’t you like to see the sea? We will let you. We will let you roam the wonderful landscape of the picturesque nature above us, should you simply swallow those three, red pills.”

“You’re lying,” I hiss. “We can’t be out of the country. I
know
we’re still in California. You couldn’t have just flown me away, with no one being the wiser, without us clearing customs?”

“Customs?” Hugh laughs uproariously. “You think that some TSA officials could have stopped us? Remember what happened in the airport in Boston, Lilly. Remember why Jeremy felt
compelled
to bring me.”

He lowers his voice. “It’s because I still hold connections from my past life. Do not dismiss things you know nothing about. It’ll turn your stubbornness into a weakness instead of a strength.”

He turns away. “Ten days, Lilly,” he informs me. “I am giving you ten days to make your choice. Already, Esteban is growing impatient. I advise you to take the pills. Because you know that in the end, whether you will it or not, they will end up in your system. And honestly? It’s so much better when you feel like you are the master of your own fate.” He chuckles. “No matter how wrong the illusion might be.”

--

Succumb. Give in. End up like Paul.

Nightmares like that haunt my sleep. In the background of them is the ever-present voice. The voice of my subconscious, the voice that once gave me my strength.

Succumb. Give in. What choice do you have?

Over and over that mantra is repeated in my sleep. Over and over I reject it, determined to remain true to who I am, determined to make Jeremy proud of me.

Wherever in the world he is.

Chapter Twenty

JEREMY

June 2014.

The Stonehart Building. Top floor.

“Sir? The banks are calling. They want—”

“Fuck
them
,” I growl, cutting the man off. I don’t need to look up from the computer screen to know he doesn’t have the courage to face me.

He tries to continue. “They’re asking for s-settlement of o-overdue accounts,” he stutters, “and—”

“What did I just FUCKING SAY?” I explode, slamming my hand on the desk and surging up.