Chained to You Book 2

By: Alexia Praks
Book 2: Trapped and Entwined

Dark Billionaires Series

Part 3: Trapped

Chapter 1


When I told Andy to have fun at work yesterday evening, when he’d kissed me on the forehead fondly and said, “See you tomorrow, then,” I thought of nothing but the fact that yes, I’d see him again tomorrow. It’d be just like our life previously, when we used to live together, going about our daily routine. We’d been poor and struggling financially, but at least we were free and content.

Oh, how naïve I was.

I was still green in this cutthroat, dark and dangerous world I’d just entered when I had decided to come here to the West Coast of America, first to Los Angeles and then Las Vegas. It was the world of James Maxwell, my brother’s debtor and, more recently, my master and lover.

At first, I had no idea why I suddenly woke. Oh, I was a light sleeper, always waking up in the middle of the night, my eyes wide open as I stared up at the ceiling in the dark, my mind alert and my body tense. It was hard to change old habits, especially when fear played a huge part of your daily life. When your uncle would sneak into your room and do the unmentionable to you and your brother. When you were emotionally, mentally, and physically drained. When you had no support or help. When you had no one to turn to when you needed it most. When you were left to fend for yourself at such a fragile age.

That had been why I’d always woken in the middle of the night, around two or three in the morning, because that was the time when the unmentionable started happening.

I’d always feel tense and sick to the core, always wanting to run away, yet I couldn’t find the strength to even move an inch as Uncle Herbert began to molest me. I’d cry, of course, quietly sobbing away until he was satisfied and moved over to Andy instead. Deep down, I knew I was a weak, unhelpful sister, and I despised myself for that. Hated the fact I couldn’t stop the disgusting man from torturing us, physically, mentally, and emotionally.

We were two small, broken children, Andy and I, and we vowed to protect each other no matter what might come.

We were close, and since we were little, I could always sense something was amiss if things were to happen to Andy. Something bad, such as an accident, for example, and now was one of those times.

As I suddenly woke, which I assumed to be the usual time of two or three in the morning, I felt that nagging feeling something was awry. I could taste the bitterness in my mouth and feel the knotting of my stomach, the heart palpitations, and the restlessness. Something wasn’t right, and I knew in my gut Andy was involved.

Lying there in bed, I was aware of the cool and empty space around me. Curiously, I turned over and found James had disappeared. I blinked and flicked my gaze to the bathroom door, wondering if he was in there.

There was no light shining from within the room where the door stood ajar. I flicked my gaze to the door leading into the living area and saw the light was on. Perhaps James was having a drink or something.

I felt chilled and hollow, and I wanted James to return to me. I wanted it so badly, in fact, that I knew I was a loon.

Why did I want him to be close to me so badly?

Oh, I knew why. It was because he gave me warmth. Every time I was with him, the cold, solitary hours disappeared and within their place was this warm sunshine glowing within me. He made me forget about my fear of the past, of Uncle Herbert, of the torturous things I’d experienced through my young years. I didn’t know it before, but I had just come to realize it now. James had changed my life in such a short space of time since I had met him.

I quieted myself from wanting him and made myself comfortable. I was just closing my eyes again when I heard hushed voices. I knew James was talking to Matt. But at this hour? Surely nothing could be that urgent for them to discuss it now and here of all places. But then a single name triggered an alarm within me.


I sat up. Another word followed that made my heart race with dread.


I felt as though my heart just dropped and the world spun before my eyes. Oh God! I was going to faint. I could feel it coming.

But I didn’t have time for that. No fainting. Not now. I needed to find out what was going on with my brother. Now!

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