Chapter 142
The next day, Rebekah arranged a time with Daphne and left the estate early. She waved off the family driver, opting to call a cab to take her into the city.
On the way, she got a call from Patricia.
“Rebekah, let’s meet up! I have some new ideas for the studio I want to discuss
with you p>
Rebekah thought for a moment. “How about tonight p>
“Perfect! I’ll pick a place and text you the details p>
They chatted for a few more minutes before hanging up. Patricia’s enthusiasm was infectious; she seemed more invested in the studio than Rebekah was. Rebekah felt lucky to have found such a passionate and supportive friend.
She gazed out the window, watching the scenery blur past. After a while, a sense of unease began to creep in. This wasn’t the way to the city center.
“Excuse me, driver? I think you’ve taken a wrong turn p>
The driver didn’t seem to hear her, his eyes fixed on the road ahead as he accelerated.
A knot of fear tightened in her stomach. This was wrong. Trying to keep her hands from shaking, she took out her phone to call the police. Suddenly, the car swerved sharply, throwing her against the door and sending her phone flying from her grasp. The driver expertly maneuvered the vehicle through a series of turns and abrupt stops, jostling her so violently in the back seat that she couldn’t regain her balance. Her head slammed against the window, and the world went dark.
When the car finally stopped, the driver turned around. Beneath the hood of his sweatshirt was a young, almost boyish face, but his eyes held a vicious glint as he stared at her unconscious form.
“Rebekah,” he sneered. “Today, we settle the score p>
By noon, Daphne’s medical center was packed. It was her day in the clinic, and her schedule was filled with patients suffering from complex ailments. It wasn’t until she had a moment between appointments that she realized Rebekah was long past their agreed-upon time.
She tried calling her, but after two
rings, the call went straight to a disconnected message. Daphne frowned, a as sense of f
washing over her. After a moment’s
thought, she dialed Jensen,
“Jensen, do you know where Rebekah is p>
Jensen was on his way home to welcome his parents back from a trip when Daphne’s call came in.
Hearing the worry T hervet
he
immediately ordered his driver to turn the car around. After hanging up, he made another call to his
assistant.
“I need all vehicle information for cars leaving the Forrester Estate this morning. Find it p>
The assistant, already buried in work at the office, felt his soul leave his body. Another impossible task from the boss.
When Rebekah came to, the sun
was already setting. The orange glow of dusk bathed the land, but none of its light reached the grimy warehouse where she lay. The stench of damp decay filled her nostrils as she forced her heavy eyelids open, her gaze falling on a dilapidated light fixture hanging
from the ceiling.
As the fog in her head cleared, she jolted upright, only to find her wrists and
ankles bound. After a brief struggle, she managed to sit up.
“Awake, are we p>
A head poked through the doorway. It was Sienna, dressed in a leather jacket, her long hair loose and her face painted with garish makeup.
“Sienna? What are you doing?” Rebekah demanded, her heart pounding with fear.
Sienna had always run with a rough crowd. Her parents never reined her in, and the Griffin family cleaned up every mess she made, cultivating a personality that knew no consequences.
Sienna sauntered over and patted Rebekah’s cheek with a malicious grin. “Did you ever imagine you’d end up in my hands, Rebekah p>
“What do you want?” Rebekah asked, her eyes darting around nervously.
“What do I want? I want revenge, of course. An eye for an eye p>