The guy who gave it to me – Roque’s dad, I guess – looked so intimidating that I would have done about anything he asked, so long as he didn’t kill me or anything.
Fluttering my eyes open just a little, I try to see who’s talking so loudly in my room. It’s a fine line between making it obvious that I’m awake and just barely seeing out from my eyelashes. As soon as I see Roque, hope surges through my body.
My Roque is here.
What the hell am I thinking? I can’t help the fact that just looking at him makes heat and damp pool in my core, or that my stomach twists when I think about what it felt like to have his huge cock thrusting in me, but I should have the presence of mind needed to keep from thinking that he’s going to save me.
I mean, let’s be real. I’m not entirely sure on who is a bad guy and who’s a good guy, but I have the distinct feeling that even the good guys aren’t that great.
“How many did he give her?” Roque runs a hand through his hair and glances over at me when he speaks, and I stiffen, trying to look as natural as possible, but it obviously fails. He walks over to me and sits next to me, reaching up and brushing some hair from my face. “You okay there, Eva?”
God, my traitorous body wants to turn to him and have him curl up with me on the bed. I hate that he has this effect on me, especially since he’s the reason that I’m here in the first place and not waking up in my own bed. His fingers are light on my forehead, and I ache to have him run his hands down my body before pinning me to the bed and kissing me.
“She might still be asleep. He only gave her one, but it knocked her on her ass. Never seen anything like it actually, so I’d be willing to bet that she hadn’t had anything to eat before she took it.” I don’t open my eyes to verify, but I’m pretty sure that it’s Johnny talking. He was the one who was here when I was given the pill, so it makes sense.
“Eva? Can you hear me? I know that you’re not asleep, sweetheart, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t keep pretending.” Before I can roll over or even open my eyes to look at him, I feel him turn and lift the ice pack off of my ankle. He touches it, and even though he’s gentle, I can’t help but suck in a hiss.
“There you are, Eva. You did a number on your ankle, darling. Does that hurt?” He lifts my foot and turns it a little, tsking as he does.
Instinctively, I try to reach down and grab my ankle, but my wrists are stopped by something. I yank on them harder, trying to pull my arms down. This is the first that I’ve tried to really move since I woke up because I didn’t want anyone to know that I was awake, and now I’m beginning to think that that was a mistake.
Why the hell can’t I move?
“What’s wrong with my arms?” I cry out, opening my eyes and searching for Roque. He’s still sitting on the edge of my bed and he chuckles, reaching up to run the pad of his thumb down my cheek. I pull my head away, but at the same time, I want to snuggle up to him. I like him touching me, dammit.
“They tied you up last night because you were causing trouble. Don’t you remember?” I shake my head. Everything from last night is really fuzzy. He frowns and then continues. I’ll free you if you promise not to do anything stupid.” His eyes are dark as he talks to me. I could easily get lost in them, but I do my best to focus. It’s obvious that he’s being incredible serious, and it’s also obvious that he’s my best way out of this mess.
“I’ll be good. I promise.” Even as I say the words, I’m not sure that I’m going to be able to abide by them, but I have to get Roque to believe me. He nods, a small movement that I would have missed if I hadn’t been staring at him and pulls a knife from his pocket.
God help me, I gasp as he flicks it open, which only causes him to roll his eyes. “Listen, Eva, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m on your side here, but you have to help me out or I won’t be able to take care of you. Do you understand?” The tip of the knife is pressed up against the rope while he talks.
I nod. “Please, Roque, help me.” My voice is small, but he must believe me. Quickly he cuts through the ropes tying my wrists and my ankle and then lifts me up, his arm wrapped around my shoulder to support me. My entire body hurts from being in the same position all night long and I cry out.
“Are you okay?” Roque leans back and stares at me. Under his strong gaze, I can’t help but blush.
“Just sore, I think.” I pause, taking stock of my body. Damn, I feel like I was run over by a truck. Never in my life would I have thought that someone as small as the rookie driver would have been able to tackle me like this, but then I remember running through the woods, crouching there for what felt like forever.
I think that I have every reason to feel like crap today.
“That’s it?
