I watch as he disappears the same way I came through. I know that he won’t hurt Ruby and he’ll keep his word, not because of the promise he made me, but because he always has an ulterior motive. As much as he will try to deny it. Both of the brothers like to think they’re above everything and everyone. Even the fucking mafia.

I fall onto the bed and look around the room. Beside the toilet and basin there’s a low line dresser.

Running my hand through my hair, I pull my phone out of my pocket and see its battery is at one percent. The last, last percent.

I open a text to Ruby.

Chapter Eleven

I trace the red indented cuts on my wrist, feeling nothing but numbness as I drag my thumbnail across the sharp edges of each cut. A slice for every day I have been here. I count. One. Two. Three. Lost track at twelve. It has been weeks since I have last seen her. Since I have last seen or spoken with anyone. Clothes come in daily, with some bullshit excuse for food.

I press the edge of the razor into a bare spot on my wrist, watching as blood spills over my skin. Closing my eyes, I exhale a sigh of relief when the cut splits open for my last day.

Resting my head against the glass wall, I stare up at the sky, watching the stars. One for each fucking problem. For each problem I no longer care about. Dropping the razor onto the ground, I push up from the ground. Another day where I don’t hit a vein. Deep down I know that I am playing Russian roulette. But I also know that I want it. I want to feel the coolness of death take over my body as I slowly bleed out onto the floor.

I slam the cupboard closed above the kitchen sink, just as I hear clicking of keys. Spinning around, I pause when I see K Diamond in front, guards on either side and behind him, but it is what is behind K Diamond that makes me stop.

Three guys, blindfolded and bleeding, stand. They look confused from where I am standing, but not one of them seems to be crying, or showing any form of emotion.

I shuffle to the side and watch carefully as K Diamond steps aside, yanking the boys into my den.

He pushes a little device that’s up near his mouth, his eyes on mine. “Wicked, you will have new housemates. Be nice… or not.” He shuffles behind the three of them, and before I can find the will to fight my way out, he’s gone. Disappeared back through the way he came.