Oh, he’s still pissed. I don’t know what he expected. Did he really think I was going to sleep with him? To be fair, that’s not what he’d asked. But to sleep in a bed with him keeping watch in a chair next to it was pretty much the same thing to me. Last night I’d been too tired and emotionally drained, so I let him get too close. But by the time we landed here in the early morning hours, I had myself together.
I looked around the room after seeing the toddler in Lyon’s arms, feeling a little more at ease but not by a whole lot. Since the women were on the beach, I decided on a different tactic. According to how they handle this next request, I’ll know whether or not I’ll be fighting my way out of here.
“I need to call my uncle, let him know I’m okay or he’ll worry.”
“Sure, but first, hand it over.” The Mancini guy held out his hand with a smirk, and my cheeks reddened. How did he know?