Chapter 140
Silver’s POV
Everything inside of me ached, but not nearly as badly as it did earlier. When I woke up, I thought I would have been thrown in some kind of dirty cage and watched by rogues, but I was surprised when I woke to find myself in a semi-comfortable bed in a dimly lit bedroom. I lifted my head, feeling the slight ache left over from when I was stabbed with whatever injection they gave me. My insides no longer felt as if they were on fire, but my muscles hurt to move.
I groaned as I lifted my head and looked around the room, I was being kept in. It was a basic bedroom, however there were no windows, which made it seem darker with only a couple of lamps. The decorations were moderate; there were a couple of paintings hung on the wall and I was shocked to find that one of the paintings was mine. My name was initialed on the bottom, just as I always initialed my work of art.
I furrowed my brows; whoever kidnapped me, was a fan of my artwork apparently. There was a basic wooden dresser with some pictures resting on top, and a mirror. There was a closet on the far side of the room, another door that I’m assuming led into the bathroom, and there were a couple of nightstands on each side of the queen-sized bed that I lay on.
I slowly got out of bed, glancing down at my clothes, and was relieved to see that I was still wearing the jeans and T-shirt I wore yesterday. At least they didn’t strip me of my clothes; I shuddered at the thought of it. However, upon searching my pockets, I’m not surprised that my cell phone isn’t with me.
I sighed and walked over to the dresser so I could get a better look at the pictures. I frowned when I saw the familiar face staring back at me and my brows furrowed.
The pictures were of two infants in the arms of a woman I had never seen before, however, her eyes were looking into my own and her hair was almost identical to mine as well, only shorter and curlier. She looked so tired, and she held two infants in her arms, one I knew for certain was me… but the other one p>
My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest.
What the hell was going on around here?
I went over to the door and attempted to open it, already knowing that it was going to be locked. Against my better judgment, I decided to bang on the door, anger fueling me. I needed to get out of her and return to Elliot.
The door unlatched and I stumbled backward when it was thrust open. A large man stood in front of me; he smelled like a rogue and he growled furiously in my face. I noticed he had a large scar going across his right eye and down his cheek. His teeth were yellow and most of them appeared to be broken.
“Why am I here?” I demanded to know, surprised that my voice came out stronger than I felt.
Before I could grasp what was happening, his hand was around my throat, and my airwave was cut off completely.
“I’m not in the mood to be playing with you, Little Girl. So, calm the fuck down before I do something you’re not going to like,” he hissed, the stench of his breath hitting me hard.
“What the hell are you doing p>
Another voice asked from the
se
doorway, looking pissed at the big rogue that had me in his clutches. “The boss was specific when he said he didn’t want any harm coming to her. She already looks like she went through the wringer; he’s not going to be happy about this. Don’t make it worse for us p>
“Do I look like I give a shit what the boss wants?” The rogue growled.
“You should,” the other one said, folding his arms across his chest. “He just allied with one of the strongest packs and they could wipe us out in a heartbeat. He doesn’t need us as badly anymore p>