EVIL
Part Four
Her head hurt. It throbbed. And her stomach felt weak. Nausea gently roiled, making her slowly, torturously miserable.
"Don't move," the voice was not familiar. She didn't think she wanted to anyway but she would to be free.
"Whatever he's paying you my husband will double it…provided he lets you live. Whether or not I do." Her throat was dry her mouth cracked with the words like dessert mud.
"I don't doubt that he would. He's ruthless man." The voice was grave but not unamused.
"No more ruthless than your employer." She desperately wanted to raise a hand to her head, but the strain on her muscles seemed too great.
"My employer?" He laughed. Her head rolled again.
"Who is it this time? Faith? Ric? Hell, maybe the Cassadines. It doesn't matter. Anyone stupid enough to snatch Sonny Corinthos' wife out of his own bedroom is …"
"Is what?"
"I don't know, I can't seem to make my head work."
"You'll be fine."
He touched her. Just a passing, casual brush against her arm. His hand was warm. The fingers smooth.
"Sleep." Said simply, softly.
"Don't think that just because I'm complying just this once that I'll take orders." She was half out as she heard him laugh again, a low, comfortable sound, like a teddy bear in childhood. Fuzzy, warm, gentle and somewhere in all that mush a little strong.