Because if I do, I’ll have to accept that I mean nothing to him and that hurts too much.

I must be showing more emotion than I thought, because Isaiah’s looking at me with pity. “I’m sorry. I know it’s hard to take in. I wish...I wish he really was everything you thought he was. That he could be for you what I’m not.”

“I”m that easy to read?” I sniffle.

“I’m sorry, but yeah, your face gave it away.”

“It’s okay. You’d think I’d be used to it by now. Being disappointed in people.”

“Have I disappointed you?”

It’s a bittersweet truth, but the truth all the same. “No. No you haven’t.”

“Let’s get out of here.” His eyes are wide with excitement. “Let’s go tonight. I can take you away from all this. Let me, Athena.”

It’s so tempting. To leave Vegas once and for all. I glance over my shoulder to the house behind me. It’s what I told Harris I wanted, wasn’t it? To leave his house.

“I can’t be him. I know. But please.” He touches my shoulder. “I would cherish you. Always.”

I’m a fool and a half because standing before me is a fine, upstanding man and my heart is breaking because of Mike’s henchman. I should be jumping and down that Isaiah wants to run away with me. And, the truth is, had he bought it up before my hospital stay, I would have.

Being with Harris changed me. And even if it all turned out to be a lie on his part, the feelings I felt were real, and I know now what it means to really feel. Will I ever have that with Isaiah? I sigh because even if the answer is ‘no,’ I’ll at least be safe.

I smile at him. “Should I pack?”

Something a lot like victory surges in his eyes. “No, leave it all here. You don't want those clothes. Paid for with Mike’s dirty money.” My protest is on the tip of my tongue, but it dies there because Mike pays Harris. Everything Harris buys is bought with dirty money.

“Let’s get out of here,” I say, and we head toward his car.

We haven’t been in the car long when I get the feeling something’s not right. I can’t put my finger on it. It’s not Isaiah. His focus is solely on the road. Maybe it’s me. I’m finally on my way out of the mess that has been my life for the latest ten years and I’m not experiencing the joy I thought I would.

Caden’s words echo in my head.

“I want all good things for you. I want you to be safe, doing a job you’re excited about. I want you to never feel like you have to look over your shoulder for fear of who you’ll find there.”

I blame Caden. It’s his fault I want to do more than just survive. I want to delight in life as well. I want to feel the way I felt when he pulled me to his chest and whispered his plans for me in bed.

“Not like this. Not when you’re here this way and not when you have no choice about where you live.”

I’d thought his words sweet when he first said them, but sitting in Isaiah’s car, I’m reminded of another night, not too long ago.

“Shhh. Let me do this. You can tell me to stop at any time and I will.” Isaiah pressing me down on the couch. “Are you okay with this?”

Two different men. Two different responses to me. One who wanted to give and one who wanted to take.

A shiver runs down my spine.

I turn my head slightly so I can watch Isaiah. He looks rather calm for a man who supposedly has Mike out to ruin him. In fact, he looks nothing like the nervous man who knocked on Harris’s door.

I glance out the window, and we’re not on a highway, but in a residential part of town. An upper-class neighborhood. Something’s way off. I rest my fingers on the door handle.

“Where are we?” I’m trying to sound natural and not like I’m suddenly scared as hell about what’s going on.

“I need to drop something off before we head out of town.” He doesn’t shift his gaze from the road.

“Here?” Why would Isaiah be in this part of the city?

“Around here. Not much further.”

I tell myself this is Isaiah. I’ve known him since elementary school. He won’t hurt me. He’s a pastor. I try to calm myself by reasoning that I’m highly emotional after the last few weeks and it’s perfectly normal to second guess everyone’s motives.

Nothing’s working.

My hands are trembling when we pull onto a driveway that is secluded and set off the road. I can’t even see the house until we continue along the winding drive. It’s huge. A brick fortress that looks inhospitable and cold.

“You know the people who live here?” I ask, as he pulls to a stop in front of the garage.

“You could say that.” He presses a button on the car’s visor and the long garage door starts to open. “I live here alone. I’m a recent widower.”

I’m staring in horror at the car that ran me off the road.

Chapter Nineteen

I have my seat belt off and the car door open in under two seconds. Within four seconds, I’m running down his driveway. I don’t stop to think about where I’m going. I’m just running. I had the element of surprise; I don’t think he anticipated me taking off like I did, but he’s got me beat with strength and speed.

He’s behind me, and he’s gaining ground. I push myself to run faster, but I’m too weak, and it’s too dark, and I don’t know where I’m going. I look over my shoulder to see how close he is, and that’s a mistake, because I trip over a twig and land on my knees.

He’s on top of me almost immediately and pins me to the ground. “Stop it.”

“It was you!” I’m jerking as hard as I can, but I can’t get away. “You’re the one in the car. You killed that woman. Oh my God, she was your wife. You killed your wife.”

His eyes are wild and dangerous. “Yes, she outlived her usefulness. Something you’re getting pretty close to doing yourself.”

“You’re a sick fuck.”

“And you’re a dumb whore. It’s pathetic how easily I had you eating out of my hand. I bet you’d have believed anything I told you.” He brings my arms over my head and ties them together. “But that little outburst did confirm what we suspected. Harris told you I was married, didn’t he?”

Harris!

He hadn’t been lying after all.

Isaiah’s the one who has been telling lies. And I believed every fucking one.

“What I don’t understand is why you spread your legs so easily for him and acted like an ice queen around me.”

I try to kick him, but I can’t move my legs with the way he’s on top of them.

“What’s wrong? Your old childhood friend not good enough for you? You think your whore cunt is something special? Just give me a few days; I’ll show you how not special it is.”

I spit in his eye.

I barely register the fist headed my way before it collides and I slip into darkness.

***

I wake up with a jerk. The light in the room I’m in is too bright and it’s hurting my head. The white walls intensify the light. I squint and look around. I’m on a bed and I’m naked.  There are two windows, but they’re covered from the outside. I’m assuming I’m still in Isaiah’s house.

I swing my legs over the bed and I’m shocked at how weak I am. How long have I been out of it? There’s a glass of water by the bed, but I’m afraid it’s drugged, and I won’t let myself drink it.

Isaiah.

His name resonates in my head. I can’t believe any of this. How did he manage to completely snow me? Has he been working with Mike this entire time?

My blood runs cold at that thought, because if Isaiah works for Mike, they’re probably aware of what Harris has been doing to protect me. If only I had a way to warn him.

Starting on the if onlys is a bad idea, because now I go through them all.

If only I’d trusted Harris sooner.

If only I hadn’t opened the door to Isaiah.

If only I hadn’t been so stupid.

I go to the door and turn the knob. It’s locked, of course. Just that little bit of walking has zapped all my energy, and I slowly  make it back to the bed. How long has it been since I ate?