One of the men walked up to me, face partially masked. “Shut up. You’re awake. Good. Call Scott.”
“Why?” I rasped, trembling.
“Because your dear husband owes us money. He used us, promised deals, deals he never fulfilled. He’s a liar. Now he has to pay.”
“I—I don’t understand,” I whispered. “I didn’t do anything. I’m not part of this—”
“Yeah?” The man snarled. “Then why did he send his own wife instead of meeting us? Huh?”
I froze. Wife. I wasn’t even legally married to him.
“But I’m not—” I stopped myself. They wouldn’t believe me anyway.
“No, I won’t believe you now,” the other guy muttered. “We got the wrong girl three years ago that is why you live but we won’t let you now…”
I blinked. So it was Scott’s fault. Everything. Jasmine being pushed. Me being kidnapped. All tied to the lies he fed these people. And now I was the collateral damage.
“Call him,” they barked. “Now.”
My fingers were shaking as I dialed.
He answered on the second ring.
“Scott,” I cried. “Help me—please. I’ve been kidnapped, I’m hurt—”
“Oh my god,” he sighed. “Seriously? Nadine? This again?”
“What—what are you talking about?” I whispered, heart plummeting.