Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 398

I bit my lip and gave him a puzzled look. "You're taking me away from Lake City?"

His silence and lips pressed together served as a clear affirmation.

"Why?"

He was cool as ice, no hint of feeling. "I came here to make you miserable. I wanted to drag it out, but Idris threw a wrench in my plans. So, I'm taking you with me. Idris is head over heels for you, right? Let's see how he likes it when you're someone else's. He can pine all he wants, it adds to the fun. As for you? Once we're at the border, I've got a whole playbook for making you wish you were anywhere but there."

Squinting, I was not sure I bought it. "So, if I go with you, you'll leave Idris alone?"

He played with his fingers, looking down, his voice cool and detached. "Sure, I wouldn't mind if we all went down together. But Yvette, do you really want to drag them down with you?"

"Them?"

His eyes met mine, a teasing glint in his handsome face. "If I ever get trapped in Lake City, trust me, I'll take your family, friends, and lover down with me without a second thought."

I believed him. He was crazy enough to do it.

Woukd he let everyone else go if I just went with him? It seemed as though Idris and the cops were on his tail, and he was aware that he was a goner if he could not escape Lake City.

I was not sure what his game was, but I had a hunch about what he wanted. Without overthinking it, I said, "Okay, I'll talk to Idris, clear things up, and then I'm yours."

He smirked, his dark eyes narrowing. "Smart move."

I did not dwell on his words. All I knew was that if I stayed in this pitch-black room any longer, I would lose my mind.

Having spent days in the dark room, when I finally left, the world outside made my head spin. Cotton and Candy had put on weight, and as I emerged, they snuggled against my legs, their softness snapping me back to reality.

The villa was crawling with more people than before. No surprise there as Lucas had the cops and Idris breathing down his neck, so he had beefed up security.

Lucas shoved me into a room, and I grabbed the door he was about to shut, my brow furrowed. "Were not you going to let me see Idris? Why are you still trying to lock me up?"

He caught the nervous twitch in my step and paused, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. The look of pure distaste replaced the surprise in a flash. "Yvette, I told you to shower and get into some clean clothes. Have you not noticed you are practically reeking?" he said.

I was struck dumb for a second. Yeah, after being tied up in that dark room for days on end, personal hygiene was the last thing on my mind. I was just grateful to be breathing; who cared about a little grime?