Evince Me (5 page)

I swear he better not be holding anything back,
older brother or not I'll still beat the crap out of him! "Ok, so
what happened after that?" I pressed for more info waving my hand
in a circular motion for him to continue on with the story.

"Tristan grabbed the drink from her, I guess he
figured if he drank it quickly then she'd go away and leave us
alone." Lonso shrugged, but his body language told me differently.
"She didn't leave, she hung out there talking to Tristan and not
two minutes after that she led him to the other end of the bar. We
asked where he was going, but he didn't answer."

Ok, so Tristan denied her advances...got
annoyed...and ended up taking the drink in hopes of getting rid of
her. Why would he then allow her to lead him to the other end of
the bar though? What'd she say to Tristan to make him follow
her?

"You said you felt funny after someone gave you
a drink, right?" Lonso confirmed with a look of worry flashing past
his eyes as he stared over at me. I nodded my head, the space
between my eyebrows crinkling up...I don't understand what that has
to do with anything.

"Rico and I think the two of you may have been
drugged, Marco might not have shown up tonight but there's no doubt
in my mind he has something to do with all this." Lonso sighed
gripping the steering wheel tightly. "We think they spiked your
drinks with Black Ice, it’s the only thing that could explain why
Tristan didn't hear you calling out for him."

"Black Ice has effects similar to roofies in
wolves and it also has the ability to sever the mind link between
mates when given in extreme doses it can cut off mind links to
everyone." Lonso's explanation made me feel like pure crap for the
way I treated Tristan. Black Ice, what in the heck is that?

I needed to talk to Tristan, let him know I
wasn't mad at him anymore for something he had no control over in
the first place. How rotten of me to think he'd actually cheat on
me. "Why would they give it to Tristan and I?" I wondered out loud,
they didn't actually act on it. Was this some sort of a trial run,
a test?

We were stopped at a four-way intersection,
which was relatively deserted. Before Lonso had the chance to
answer my question a truck came flying out of nowhere t-boning our
SUV, hitting Lonso's side.

The impact sent our truck flying and rolling
over and over again. I threw my hands up to cover my face
reflexively as the windows shattered sending glass shards all over
us. The crunching sound of metal scraping against concrete, sent
chills up my spine. My voice wanted to scream out for my brother,
but it was stuck deep in my chest, I was terrified.

As the truck finally landed on it's roof I let
out a groan of pain as I felt a warm liquid oozing from my head
down my cheek. "Lonso." I grumbled turning my head to the side to
see if my brother was all right. I unbuckled my seat belt to lean
forward and get closer to inspect his injuries.

Lonso lay there unconscious, but still
breathing. I reached my hand up to shake his shoulder slightly
afraid of inflicting anymore harm on him. I didn't receive any form
of a response. Instantly, I mind-linked Rico and
Tristan
, 'We've just been in an accident
at the intersection of Calle Mayor and Calle del Correo, please
come quick Lonso's hurt.'

'Lise, baby are you
ok?'
Tristan's voice responded immediately.
'We're coming right now hold on.'
Rico's voice chimed in. The black ice must have worn off by
now, but I still didn't understand what the point was in giving it
to us in the club. What's that suppose to prove?

I could hear as well as see several sets of feet
approaching my side of the car as the door was yanked open
suddenly. Being manhandled I was practically yanked from inside the
car as a huge scary looking man held my arms behind me. Standing in
front of me was none other than my father's wife Maria. She had an
evil snarl on her lips as she stared at me with disgust. What the
hell is going on here? I know she doesn't like me with the death
glares she would always give me, but does she hate me enough to
kill me?

Marco got out of another SUV that pulled up
alongside our accident scene and stood beside Maria. So these two
are working together, but why? "Get her out of my sight son, before
she warns them. Make sure you drug her up enough to keep her
quiet!" Her evil voice bellowed echoing through the empty
streets.

Son, why in the hell is she calling him son?
Marco made the big scary guy let go of me and he took me into his
arms gently. I was too weak and injured to fight against them as
they injected a needle full of black ice into my veins. The effects
were almost instant. "Told you I'd be coming for you soon Princesa,
didn't I?" Marco smiled happily. OMG he's demented!

'I'm being taken by Marco and Maria is a part of
this....I love you Tristan.' Was the last form of communication I
got out before everything went black and I succumbed to the
darkness....

Waking up from a horrible nightmare, my
head felt foggy like it weighed a thousand pounds. I tried to
stretch my arms up above my head and arched my back on the comfy
mattress, but I couldn't lift a muscle. The only thought in my mind
was,
'I hope I got so drunk I imagined
everything that happened.'

Opening my heavy eyes and taking in the
unfamiliar surroundings, I came to the sad realization that the
nightmare was indeed reality as everything came rushing back to me.
"You're finally awake." Marco's voice came from somewhere to the
far right. "I was beginning to worry, thinking we injected you with
too much black ice."

My arms and legs felt like they were made of
pure steel, weighing me down to the bed. That's probably the reason
why I wasn't tied down. I didn't even have the energy to move let
alone try to escape by running or attempting to shift to my wolf. I
prayed Tristan heard me before our mind link was severed by the
black ice.

"You've been asleep for two days Princesa, I'm
sure you're hungry?" Marco's voice began travelling closer as he
appeared, coming to a standstill right next to the bed. His clothes
and hair looked disheveled appearing as though he was stressed.

Why on earth would he be stressing? Maybe due to
the fact that I'm pretty sure the entire Manzanares pack along with
Tristan and the guys were looking for him? Two days, wouldn't they
have found me by now; unless of course, we weren't on Marco's
territory anymore?

The entire inside of my mouth felt dry, my
tongue was the consistency of sandpaper as I tried to open and
close my jaw to produce some saliva. "Wh-why are you doing all
this?" I managed to croak out as I glared up at Marco. Sure, he was
something nice to look at, but my heart felt nothing but hatred
towards him for inflicting so much trouble in my life.

Inhaling deeply, Marco let out a loud sigh,
"Your sister...my mate...was my life." Marco responded grabbing a
hold of the sides of his head with both his hands. "I can't go on
living without her...I tried, but I can't get her out of my
mind."

'So what in the hell does any
of this have to do with me?'
I wanted to shout at him,
but something told me it was against my better judgement. Who knows
what his mental status is and whether or not this will cause him to
lash out at me?

"You're the next best thing. When I saw you I
knew I had to have you. The devotion you have for your mate is
unlike any I've ever seen. Nothing at all like your sister. She
didn't want me." Marco growled angrily, his face filling with anger
and pain.

Gee, I wonder why Mia didn't want you, maybe she
was smart enough to realize your screws weren't too tight. There's
got to be a reason why she ran from him, a reason why she needed to
escape and not be found. I wondered if he knew why?

"Why didn't she want you? You seemed like a
great guy." I dared to ask, wanting to try and play it like I was
taking his side. Maybe this can get me some information. Note how I
used the word seemed. He truly did seem like a great guy before Mia
died, didn't he? What happened between then and now is a completely
untold story.

"She was already in love with someone
else...another wolf." Marco's tone deepened as it filled with hurt.
"I was willing to be her friend, until she found room in her heart
to love me too. But my mother thought it was a stupid idea and had
him killed. I swore to Mia I didn't have anything to do with it,
but she didn't believe me. That's why she ran, she thought I was a
murderer." His voice drifted off breaking at the end. "I never got
the chance to tell her the truth."

Well, it just keeps on getting better, doesn't
it? "Maria's your mom?" I murmured in confusion. How the hell did
she crawl her way into the Manzanares Pack, into my Dad's arms? Did
he know she's Marco's mom? That evil conniving witch! I swear if
she hurts my brothers or my Dad, she's a dead woman.

Marco nodded his head taking a seat on the edge
of the bed. I wanted to cringe away, shrink into the mattress
somehow, but it was physically impossible. As much as I willed my
body to move away, I didn't have the energy to do so. I felt like a
blob just lying there unable to move.

"My mother and father were in love, best
friends, but they weren't mates. She got pregnant with me a few
months before my father met his true mate." Marco whispered his
eyes drifting off in thought. "He abandoned my pregnant mother and
married Taina, who was unable to get pregnant to produce an heir
for the pack. So being his only offspring, he had no other choice
but to take me in and raise me with his Luna to become future Alpha
of the pack."

Wow, this is way too much to process. Let me
rewind and filter this through my brain slowly. No wonder why Maria
is such a bitter old hag, the only man she loved left her bare foot
and pregnant to marry his mate. She should've known what she was
getting herself into though, shouldn't she?

What I didn't comprehend was, what's any of this
has to do with my family? Mia was in love with another wolf, I
wonder who he was and whether my brothers knew of this? Hearing all
of this kind of made me feel sorry for Marco, just a teeny tiny
bit. He was willing to be supportive and stay by Mia's side, maybe
in hopes that she'd feel the mate attraction and fall in love with
him. Damn Maria for everything she's caused. I can now officially
blame her for my sister's death. If she hadn't of done what she
did, Mia wouldn't have run away and been kidnapped or killed.

Maybe I can use that thought to my advantage.
Shouldn't Marco at least feel slightly guilty for kidnapping me
away from my mate? I mean he had the same thing happen to him,
where's the freaking compassion?

"My mother tried to prevent history from
repeating itself with Mia and I. She's bitter when it comes to love
triangles. I guess in her own twisted way, she figured if she
eliminated the problem, everything would be fine. She only made the
situation worse." Marco admitted, staring down at me his eyes
roaming over my face for any response on my part to his full blown
confession.

No wonder why the poor boy's gone crazy, it
probably runs through their blood stream. Just look at his mother.
I just laid there picking out all the imperfections I could spot on
the white ceiling, not wanting to make any eye contact with him
since I didn't have anything to say.

"I'll have someone bring up something up for you
to eat." Marco said clearing his throat awkwardly before reaching
over to brush some stray hairs away from my face. What did he
think...that I was going to declare my sudden love for him since he
told me the truth?

Suddenly Marco stood up from the bed and went
over to the doorway, opening it

slightly...just enough to grab a tray of food as
he shut it quickly and locked it once again. He brought the tray
over and set it down on the nightstand. Reaching over me, he lifted
me up so that I was in a sitting position propped against the
headboard.

I was beginning to regain feeling in my body,
but I was still extremely weak. At least now I could lift my hand
and arms up even though the still felt like they weighed a ton. The
smell of the food coming from the tray had my stomach grumbling,
damn stomach.

"Here you eat, I'm going to get a shower." Marco
commented as he placed the tray in my lap. "Shout if you need me."
Marco called out over his shoulder, pulling his T-shirt off over
his head showing off his muscular back as he made his way towards
the bathroom. "I'll leave the door open."

As soon as I heard the shower come on I gave it
another minute before setting the tray to the side of the bed.
Trying the best I could to roll off the bed, I finally managed to
place my feet on the ground. I put my body weight down bending my
knees slightly to test whether I could stand or not.

Satisfied with the results I stood up, my knees
knocking together in a wobbly stance. It was an achingly slow
process, my mind was running towards the door but my body was
moving as slow as a snail.

I got as far as clicking the lock on the door
and turning the knob, before a hand came down on my shoulder
spinning me around to face an angry looking Marco. He lifted me up
bridal style and brought me back to the bed. Believe me when I tell
you I really tried to fight him, but it was no use I exercised all
my energy in trying to make it to the door.