Entrapment by Aleatha Romig
“Uncle Alt—”
A heavy hand landed upon my shoulder. “Where do you think you’re going?”
I turned, perspiration dotting my skin as my shoulder shuddered with Alton’s touch. Fighting the urge to flinch away, I nodded toward the lawn at the few people standing below and answered, “To talk to the guests out there.”
“No, Alexandria. When I summoned Bryce, I meant you also. You’re half of a whole now. Get used to it. Your presence is needed in the office too.”
I wanted to scream for help. I wanted to hold on to Pat.
I couldn’t.
Alton’s stare took away my protest. Instead, I solemnly nodded to Pat and obediently turned toward Alton’s office.
Everything was again happening in slow motion as my mind tried to make sense of the changing paradigm. The terrace outside and rooms inside hadn’t changed. The voices of the guests combined with rings of laughter created the same low murmur. But now their song was a mysterious melody seemingly written to keep time with the rhythm of my frantic heartbeat.
As we made our way through the crowd, I reached for my necklace—my connection. Instead of the platinum-dusted cage, my fingertips met the diamond choker.
Oh, Nox. I’m coming, just a few more minutes. I took a deep breath. Please let Chelsea be with you.
It was my silent plea as I smiled politely toward the people we passed. Each one smiled and nodded. Was I paranoid? Had their expressions changed? Were they now somehow different, filled with anticipation, as if they knew the fate awaiting me?
“What’s happening?” I whispered to Alton. “Is there something wrong?”
His hand, no longer on my shoulder, grasped my upper arm. As he hastened our progress, he leaned close, his stained teeth and thin lips set in a fake yet sneering smile. It wasn’t aimed at me, but at the people we passed. “Keep walking.”
With each word a gust of warm, sickeningly sweet, whiskey-ladened breath assaulted my senses, skirting over my cheek, and making my stomach churn. “Don’t do anything stupid.” His grip tightened as he spoke cordially to the people we passed. Once we were away from the crowd, he went on, “Nothing is wrong, daughter. Our schedule has just changed.”
My mind was a whirlwind with possibilities.
What had happened? Had he learned our plans?
Was my mother free? Did Alton know? Or was the attempt thwarted?
Did Chelsea make it to Nox? Or was it a trap? Did Alton’s men follow her? Had they done something to Nox?
My lungs forgot to inhale as I fought the bubbling panic. Who would I find in Alton’s office? What had happened? I had visions of a bound Chelsea, maybe even Nox… my mother… dead…
It was no longer my conscious effort that made my feet continue to step. The cause was either continual motion or the forward momentum in Alton’s grip. With each foot forward, my body and mind disconnected. Terror and dread fermented into a bubbling witch’s brew. The poisonous concoction filled my bloodstream until oxygen no longer flowed. There was no water near. The lake was hundreds of yards away veiled in fog, and yet I was drowning from within.
All at once the chaotic din of guests faded. Nothingness rang like the fading clanks of a church bell as we crossed the threshold into Alton’s office. Bryce had assumed the lead, the drum major to our parade, reaching our destination first. Alton and I were the middle with Suzanna following closely behind. To everyone we’d passed, we were the perfect family unit.
Smoke and mirrors.
I scanned the empty room. There was no one there. No bound Chelsea. No Nox or my mother. The unfulfillment of my fears filled my lungs, giving me the illusion of strength.
“What schedule change?” I asked, pulling my arm free. “What are you talking about?”
Alton’s hand moved as his gray eyes blazed. At the same moment, Bryce stepped forward, reaching for my hand and hurling me behind him. I wobbled on my thin heels, balancing on the balls of my feet as I found myself pressed against Bryce’s back, his body suddenly my shield protecting me from Alton’s intended slap.
“Stop,” Bryce proclaimed. His speech no longer slurred. “We have guests. Alexandria’s question has merit. Why don’t you inform us of what you want and I’ll give you my decision?”
“Your decision?” Alton asked incredulously. “You’ll give me your decision? Isn’t that special? This isn’t about your decisions. I built this…” He gestured about. “…all of this.
“Your decisions have gotten us to where we are today, where we are at this very moment. If you were anyone else…”
His volume grew and spittle rained with each phrase he spat.
“As it is, I’m not allowing you to make any more decisions.” Crimson moved upward filling his saggy neck like a cloth-absorbing dye and creeping onward toward his cheeks and ears.
“Alton, calm down. Bryce didn’t mean…” Though Suzanna’s words faded into the background, her tone seemed to placate his sudden rage.
Had the world lost its tilt or was it suddenly in a tailspin?
I couldn’t decide as the scene in which I was captive lost touch with reality.
Even from behind Bryce, I could see the growing glow of his neck, now also red.
The monster I’d created with my talk of his impending power was facing the monster I’d always known. Somehow I was a part of this. It was my life, yet the power was shifting—an alternate universe, one where Bryce and Suzanna were no longer my tormentors but my saviors.
I peered around Bryce’s shoulder.
Without another word, Alton pulled out his phone and typed a text message. Once he was done, he lifted his beady eyes and smiled.
I shifted my feet, more uncomfortable with his faux happiness than I’d been with his anger. I was accustomed to his wrath. Bryce gripped my hand tighter. Alton’s new demeanor sent a chill through the air that even he could sense.
“Did something happen?” I asked from behind Bryce.
“Something is about to happen,” Alton replied.
We all turned to the knock on the door.
“Suzy, get the door and then secure it.”
Secure it?
“We don’t want to be interrupted,” Alton added.
Without hesitation she obeyed, opening the door and quickly shutting it. I recognized the gentleman entering as one of the guests. I’d briefly spoken to him and his wife. There were so many people… I couldn’t remember his name. That was all right; Alton was again introducing us as he handed the man a paper.
“Thank you for your service, Keith. Bryce and Alexandria, you know Judge Townsend?”
“This is a bit unusual,” the judge said, “but I believe we can make it work.” He turned toward Bryce and me. “Your guests will be ecstatic.”
I looked up at Bryce. Was there comfort in the fact that we shared the same expression of confusion?
“Alexandria and Bryce,” Alton announced, “Judge Townsend is here to marry you. Now.”
“N-now?” My knees gave way as my stomach fell to my feet. Yet I didn’t fall. My new savior was once again omnipresent. Bryce’s arm caught me and pulled me upright again.
My vision filled with the man I was about to marry: his gray eyes, blond hair, and ruddy cheeks. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t what I wanted. I’d had a plan. My finish line was almost in sight.
“No!” I shrieked. “My momma.” I turned to Alton. “You said my mother could be here. You promised.”
“I’m afraid that’s no longer possible.”
What the hell does that mean?
Alton turned to Judge Townsend. “Keith, we need to expedite this process. You can predate the license?”
“B-but the wedding?” Suzanna protested, once again coming to my rescue. “This is just the legal part… right? We can still have the ceremony?”
Alton stopped Suzanna’s objections with merely a look, one I’d seen many times.
He motioned for the judge to continue as the noise level from the guests increased.
What is happening?
“Keith?” Alton urged.
“Er, yes.” He looked from me to Bryce. “Today we gather to celebrate—”
“No,” Alton interrupted, his neck tensing. “Get to the legal part.”
Judge Townsend nodded and looked down at the paper in his hand. “Okay, well, Edward Bryce Carmichael Spencer, do you take Alexandria Charles Montague Collins to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
Bryce’s support of my waist increased, pulling me closer against his side. “Yes, I do.”
My sinking heart seized as the doorknob to the office rattled.
“It’s locked,” Alton said as if to reassure us. “I told you we wouldn’t be disturbed. Keep going.”
Rapid-fire knocks came pounding on the wood. The banging grew louder.
“Keep going!” Alton screamed.
Voices called from beyond the door. “Mr. Fitzgerald! Mr. Spencer!”
Alton reached for Judge Townsend’s arm. “Keith, do this now if you ever want to see that bench again.”
Judge Townsend’s eyes widened as he turned back to us.
“Alexandria Charles Montague Collins, do you take…”
THE END of ENTRAPMENT
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Book #5 of the five-book Infidelity series, FIDELITY, by Aleatha Romig.
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INFIDELITY SERIES:
BETRAYAL
Book #1
(October 2015)
CUNNING
Book #2
(January 2016)
DECEPTION
Book #3
(May 2016)
ENTRAPMENT
Book #4
(September2016)
FIDELITY
Book #5
(January 2017)
THE CONSEQUENCES SERIES:
CONSEQUENCES
(Book #1)
TRUTH
(Book #2)
Released October 2012
CONVICTED
(Book #3)
Released October 2013
REVEALED
(Book #4)
Previously titled: Behind His Eyes Convicted: The Missing Years
Re-released June 2014
BEYOND THE CONSEQUENCES
(Book #5)
Released January 2015
COMPANION READS:
BEHIND HIS EYES—CONSEQUENCES
(Book #1.5)
Released January 2014
BEHIND HIS EYES—TRUTH
(Book #2.5)
Released March 2014
TALES FROM THE DARK SIDE SERIES:
INSIDIOUS
(All books in this series are stand-alone erotic thrillers)
Released October 2014
DUPLICITY
(Completely unrelated to book #1)
Release TBA
THE LIGHT SERIES:
Published through Thomas and Mercer
INTO THE LIGHT
(June 14, 2016)
AWAY FROM THE DARK
(October 2016)
Aleatha Romig is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Indiana. She grew up in Mishawaka, graduated from Indiana University, and is currently living south of Indianapolis. Aleatha has raised three children with her high school sweetheart and husband of nearly thirty years. Before she became a full-time author, she worked days as a dental hygienist and spent her nights writing. Now, when she’s not imagining mind-blowing twists and turns, she likes to spend her time with her family and friends. Her other pastimes include reading and creating heroes/anti-heroes who haunt your dreams!
Aleatha released her first novel, CONSEQUENCES, in August of 2011. CONSEQUENCES became a bestselling series with five novels and two companions released from 2011 through 2015. The compelling and epic story of Anthony and Claire Rawlings has graced more than half a million e-readers. Aleatha released the first of her series TALES FROM THE DARK SIDE, INSIDIOUS, in the fall of 2014. These stand-alone thrillers continue Aleatha’s twisted style with an increase in heat. In the fall of 2015, Aleatha moved headfirst into the world of romantic suspense with the release of BETRAYAL, the first of her five-novel INFIDELITY series. Aleatha has entered the traditional world of publishing with Thomas and Mercer with her LIGHT series. The first of that series, INTO THE LIGHT, will be published in the summer of 2016.
Aleatha is a “Published Author’s Network” member of the Romance Writers of America and represented by Danielle Egan-Miller of Browne & Miller Literary Associates.
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