ISAK & Red: An enemies-to-lovers Dark Romance by Cari Silverwood

Author:Cari Silverwood [Silverwood, Cari]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-02-17T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 12

RED

With Banjo happily camped in the back seat, we drove off at dawn with Isak at the wheel – heading south-west at the intersection outside the town simply because he felt like going that way. The road was well-cared for with few potholes, though it narrowed to single lane here and there.

The two of us, venturing into the unknown, except I knew him well. The reverse was also true. He knew me.

Though I had a helluva lot more gaps in my memories.

While I mused on this, the car rattled over bumps. A paperback slipped from the dashboard and dropped onto my legs. Having caught it before it fell into the footwell, I glanced at the cover then began to flick through the pages. Isak had been reading this. Reading used to be a thing I did. Books had been a balm, a way to escape the rude reality of the world.

The owner of the car must have left the book. Wait, no. This had been in the car before this one? I flicked more pages, not really seeing them, and a pen rolled from the middle. I checked the cover again.

Eddie Izzard. What an odd name. Wasn’t he a comedian? Believe Me: A Memoir of Love, Death, and Jazz Chickens. I snorted a laugh. Maybe I should read this?

Or not.

I dropped the book into the footwell and found the pen still balanced on my knee. Idly, I twirled it in my fingers, as if learning a cheerleading baton routine.

That episode at Ted’s house had begun this road-trip escape.

New memories shook into place. Ugly ones.

His men hauling me to a sofa and stripping my underwear down to my ankles. The jolting pain as the shove of a hand in the middle of my back forced me to collapse over the arm of the sofa…

I could remember more than I had before. My brain was making more sense of things.

A girl had come into the room with a gun pushed to her jaw by her own delicate, slender-fingered hands. I could see it. Her own hands.

That.

It was bizarre.

I sat straighter in the seat. Her youth made her remarkable because I knew now why she had done it. I remembered words, conversations and more.

Isak had controlled her. Of course he had. It crawled a sourness into my stomach.

Had he really done that?

Though my mind had been partially AWOL, I was sure. She had been a teenager at most, but likely younger than thirteen.

The paleness of her face and smallness of the wrists on those gun-holding hands.

“Ted’s daughter,” I whispered.

“What?” Isak turned his head. The car kept growling along.

“Did you hook a child with those dirty claws of yours?” Oh, now. I was being brave. Too fucking brave. Dangerously so. But that was such a dirty thing to do. Dirtier than the dirtiest acts he had forced on me. “Did you?”

The wrinkles on his forehead deepened and stayed deep. Was that worry? Not him. Isak regarded me with robot steel in his gaze and said nothing.

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