Chapter 67. My Heart Bleed Because of You
"Argh shit!"
Wren almost threw his phone against his bedroom wall. It was so annoying to him. Logan had been ignoring his calls, even though his phone was on. Every call he made always went to voicemail.
He slumped on his hotel bed. It had been more than five hours since he arrived in Las Vegas and Riley was missing. He was sure that Logan had kidnapped Riley and hidden her somewhere. He had circled the airport area more than twice. He had rented a car and driven around Las Vegas without a single clue about Riley. He had even visited several of Logan's casinos all over Las Vegas, but Logan and Riley were nowhere to be found. Logan seemed to know that he would be looking for Riley in all of his casinos.
Wren threw himself onto the bed and groaned in frustration. He looked very ugly, like a scarecrow. His haggard face was clear evidence that he barely slept all night. It was the biggest loss of all time. How could he be so stupid and underestimate Logan? He should have been more careful and watched Riley closely.
Closing his eyes, Wren imagined Riley's face and their short time together. Riley looked beautiful when she laughed. Riley looked cute when she blushed. Her face was flushed like a sweet ripe cherry. He was lucky to ever feel the softness of her skin on his lips.
But, the image of Riley scared and crying suddenly flashed into his brain. Wren opened his eyes wide and gasping for air. He imagined Riley in Kaella's shoes. He imagined Logan torturing Riley sadistically and her face covered in blood. Logan would cut Riley's soft skin with a sharp knife, which he always used to torture his victims.
Wren couldn't get the bad image out of his mind. The more he tried to get rid of it, the more horrific images of Riley crammed into his mind. He gave up trying to sleep. Instead, he trudged over to the mini bar and sipped a bottle of brandy straight from the bottle. He hoped Riley was fine out there, without a single wound on her smooth skin.
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French toast with maple syrup and whipped cream on top was not at all appetizing. She tried to stuff two small pieces of French toast into her mouth, but she could feel nothing but nausea and a pain in her lower belly. She didn't know if the sex they had last night was safe sex or not. Obviously, Logan didn't use a condom. And Logan never intended to use that. But she had a miscarriage. Two weeks ago she underwent a curettage. She never asked Wren whether it was safe for a woman who had just had a curette to have sex or not. She was afraid the pain she was feeling right now might be an indication of something bad.
“You don't like your food?”
Riley glanced at Logan briefly. His plate of scrambled eggs and bacon was clean. Logan ate his food quickly and voraciously like he was starving. Logan stared at her through the slit of his cup as he took a sip of the aromatic black coffee.
"The food is delicious. I just don't have an appetite. My belly hurts."
"That's the effect I fucked you last night," said Logan flatly.
Riley looked left and right. Her cheeks flushed. She was very embarrassed that a waitress had just passed and listened to Logan's vulgar words.
"I don't want to talk about it."
Riley finally gave up on her food and pushed her plate away.
"Tomorrow we will go to the obstetrician. You may need some medication to relieve your pain. Are you bleeding?”
"I don't know," Riley replied sarcastically.
“Besides the blood you found on your sheets, did you bleed again this morning?”
Yes, I bleed. My heart is bleeding so badly because of you, bastard!
Riley didn't want to answer, but Logan waited for her answer. She had to say something.
"When are we going home? You're done, right?"
"You don't want to finish your breakfast?"
"No. I feel nauseous."
“Jacob will drive you home. I have some business this morning until noon. After my work is done, we will go to the obstetrician.”
“Why don't you call Wren and ask him to prescribe me some medicine? Isn't he here?"
Riley looked up, staring at Logan, who had just stood up from his seat. Logan stared at her coldly for a few seconds, then he walked away, leaving her without the answer she wanted.
Logan walked straight out of the breakfast restaurant when a waitress opened the door for him. One minute later, Jacob entered the restaurant, replacing the figure of Logan who had just disappeared behind the restaurant door.
Riley exhaled slowly when she saw Jacob's steps getting closer to her. She suddenly didn't want to go home. Actually, she wanted to go home because she wanted to get away from Logan. And now Logan was gone. She didn't want to go home. It would only remind her of her nightmares. Especially in the room she stayed in last night. All bad things start there. She was grateful that so far she had not experienced serious trauma or hysteria due to the rape. Her heart felt more empty than fear or shock.
"We're going home now."
Jacob stood straight behind Logan's chair.
"I don't want to go home, Jacob," Riley answered without looking at Jacob's face.
The chair creaked softly as Jacob pulled it out, then he plopped his butt down on it.
“I want to eat then. There was nothing in the house. Mr. Hatcher let me have breakfast after he did."
Riley still didn't say anything and turned her face to the right. She would do anything as long as she didn't have to look at Jacob, because she was very embarrassed. Jacob definitely knew what happened to her last night.
“Please bring me grated cheese potatoes with scrambled eggs. And a cup of cappuccino."
Riley heard Jacob order food and a waitress took his order. She saw the waitress glancing at her messy table. The waitress didn't say anything and took her plate, which was still filled with quite a lot of French toast, and Logan's plate, into the kitchen.
"Why don't you finish your breakfast? You don't like the food?"
Jacob watched Riley intensely. He knew Riley was mad at him, or maybe Riley was upset about her very sad state.
“My sister and I used to always share food because we couldn't afford two meals. French toast used to be my sister's favorite. She liked to eat pieces of fruit and cream frosting on French toast. Sometimes, if I wasn't too hungry, I would just eat three small slices of French toast and then give her the rest. She loved to get more French toast because it was her favorite food."
“I didn't mean to throw away the food and be ungrateful. I'm just nauseous, and my stomach hurts a bit."
Jacob smiled a little. His tactic worked well enough to get Riley into a conversation with him.
"You want me to take you to the doctor?"
"No. Logan would be mad if I went to the doctor without him. You know how he is, right?
"Was he rude to you last night?"