CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
CATHERINE’S POV
My eyes opened, and for some minutes, my vision was hazy; I could barely see anything.
“Fuck,” I cursed under my breath after realizing that I wasn’t in Burke’s Mansion, nor was I in Chicago.
After a few minutes, my vision gradually became clear; my head hurt so bad that it seemed like I was punched in the head, and my hair was filled with grass sticking out.
“Ouch,” I grimaced in pain, after noticing my hands were tied to work; the grip of the rope on my hand was painful and would certainly leave a bruise or even bruises.
“What the fuck is going on?” I asked myself, checking around for Burke, but he was not there.
“Did Burke attempt to kidnap me? Was he angry that I was going back to Chicago?” were the questions repeatedly playing in my head, when the door opened immediately and a lady with a familiar feature walked in.
She was wearing a leather shirt and pants, and her face was covered. She had dirty brown hair, but I was certain she was certain it was a wig; the hair didn’t match her eyebrows. She didn’t seem like an expert in kidnapping.
“Who the fuck are you? Why did you bring me here? Did Burke send you?” I asked rudely; I wasn’t afraid she would kill me even if there was a gun in her hand; if she wanted to kill me, she would have done that when I was still unconscious.
She took a voice-changing device she had in her hand up to her mouth; she was someone I know; if not, she wouldn’t have used a voice-changing device.
“A question at a time sweetheart,” She said, but it sounded like a man’s voice because of the voice changer.
“Who sent you?” I asked, and I heard a man’s laughter come from her, due to the voice changer device she had on.
“Nobody sent me, sweetheart, I work on my home, and if you are a good girl, I wouldn’t kill you,” She said, folding a hand beneath her breast.
I was there, trying to smuggle my hands from the rope because it was hurting badly, and if I could get my hand off, I would be able to fight my way out of there.
“Ethan’s burial is tomorrow, I need to attend his burial, he was like a father to me, so if you would please excuse me, and get these fucking ropes off my hands,” I yelled, fuming with anger, I never want to miss Ethan’s burial, it was my last respect to him since I didn’t get to see him before he was murdered.
“Ethan never took you as a daughter, though,” The lady said as she took a chair and sat in front of me.
I was looking up at her because they placed me on the hard ground, which was also hurting my ass.
“You don’t know anything,” I said, almost in a yell.
“Do you think Burke never loved you? He did, and Ethan forced him to get married to Sereca even when he wanted you,” She said, and I looked at her in awe; firstly, how did she know about Sereca, and secondly, I wondered if what she was saying was true.
“What the fuck do you mean?” I asked, and she crossed her legs before responding.
“I mean that Burke never wanted to get married to Sereca, but Ethan threatened to kill you if he didn’t, so that was the main reason why Burke entered a loveless marriage with Sereca,” She explained; my mouth fell open, and I was dumbfounded.
“That’s not true., Ethan would never threaten to kill me. Besides, Burke would have told me if that was true,” I said defensively.
“Burke didn’t tell you that Because he knew how much you loved Ethan, it would hurt you to know that the one you love wants you dead, and he wanted you to save his father’s life, that’s the job of an Alpha, to care for his pack,” She said, biting her nails, I have seen someone bit their nails before, but my brain was too hazy to remember who it was.
“And you expect me to believe you? You want me to get angry at Michaelson and go back to Chicago?” I asked, laughing sarcastically.
“I want you to be back in Chicago, but what I am saying is true as well; why do you think Burke and Ethan don’t have a solid relationship?” She asked, and I hated to admit it but she was right.
Burke and Ethan were always close, but since I got to the pack, they barely saw eye to eye, and they barely got into a heartfelt conversation with each other; I have even seen them fight one or two times; the lady might be telling me the truth after all.
“Why do you want me?” I asked, and before she could reply, the door opened wide, revealing another familiar feminine figure, this lady was still wearing a mask, making me wonder who they were.
“Are you done?” The other Lady said, using the voice changer device.
“Yes, I am, I’ll be with you in a jiffy,” She said, And the other lady nodded her head.
“Fuck you too,” I yelled, and they didn’t give me a response, under I felt they were smiling under their mask.
The other lady left and closed the door behind us.
“So what do you want to do with me? I am a mother, a wife, and… ”
“A whore,” She completed my statement before I could finish talking.
There was only one person who called me a whore since I got to the pack, I looked at the lady, and she was biting her nails again.
There was only one person who had that habit, but I wasn’t certain.
“Who are you,” I asked.
“I am someone you know,” She said, but this time, she forgot to use the voice changer device on her hand.
When she realized she didn’t use the voice changer, she kept quiet for some time to see if I would recall her.
“Fuck Harley, I know it’s you,” I said, and she removed her mask immediately.
“Yes, say goodbye,” She said, pointing her gun at me.