Long Shot: A Forbidden Basketball Standalone Romance (HOOPS Book 1)
Long Shot: Chapter 22

“Sarai!”

Her name cannons from my mouth, and I jerk up on the bed. Pain slices under my breasts. I grab at my midsection, disoriented for a moment. I know I’ve been unconscious, and the last thing I saw was that monster’s face. My daughter’s been alone with him for as long as I’ve been out.

I fling my legs over the side of the bed, wincing when my muscles scream in protest. I’m naked, and I have no idea how I got this way. My stomach whirs at the thought of what Caleb may have done to me. Welts, cuts, and bruises crisscross my bare legs and arms. Shame builds in my chest and burns my eyes. How did I let this happen? How did I become this battered woman? A sob shakes my chest, and pain ricochets through my rib cage.

“Careful,” a deep voice says from the corner of the room. “Your ribs are probably bruised. There are painkillers by the bed.”

The face is familiar, but my head is still fuzzy. I do my best to assemble the features into someone I recognize.

“Andrew?” I ask, my voice hoarse from my screams.

“Yeah.” Caleb’s cousin stands from a chair, and averts his eyes from my bruised, naked body. “You might want to cover up.”

I snatch the bedsheet over my breasts. All my responses feel delayed as I drag pieces of this grisly puzzle in place.

“Sarai?” I ask. “Where is she?”

I hold my breath held while I wait.

“She’s in the nursery. I checked on her a little bit ago. She was fine. I fed her one of the bottles from the fridge.”

Relief is quickly followed by anger, fear, and trepidation.

“And Caleb? Where is he?” I ask.

Andrew’s cheeks redden, and he clears his throat.

“He, uh, had a game.” He grabs the bottle and a glass of water from the bedside table. “You’ll need these for your ribs maybe the next few weeks.”

I stare at the pills, afraid to take anything anyone in this house offers me.

“It’s just naproxen,” he says. “An anti-inflammatory painkiller.”

“You’re a doctor,” I say dumbly, as if he doesn’t know, but pieces of information are lining up in my head to make sense of why he’s here and why he’s so calm when it’s obvious Caleb’s beat the shit out of me.

“I’m still in med school.” Andrew shakes two pills out of the bottle into his palm and offers them to me. “Remember?”

“Is this part of the Hippocratic Oath?” I pop the pills and gulp water, tearing up when the jerky movements hurt my jaw. “’Do no harm’ actually means ‘only aid and abet?’”

“I’m sorry, Iris.” He shakes his head. “I’ve told him before—”

“He’s done this before?” Horror widens my eyes and drops my mouth open. “Oh my God.”

“I’ve . . . well, helped him before, yeah.”

“You mean when he beat women, you came and patched them up?” I ask sarcastically. “Would have been good to know.”

“I thought he had it under control.” He runs his hands through hair only a shade darker than Caleb’s. “This hasn’t happened in a long time, and he loves you so much.”

“Don’t you dare say that ever again.” Tears rise in my throat like floodwaters. I wait for them to recede before speaking. “He may deceive himself that this is love, but I won’t play that game. He’s sick, and so are you if you help him.”

I stand in the middle of the bedroom and catch the first glimpse of myself in the wall mirror. The sheet knotted toga-style leaves my shoulders and arms exposed. Caleb’s brutality has painted my skin in shades of black and red, of desolation and rage. My face . . .

A moan, loud and involuntary, falls out of me and bounces off the walls.

My cheeks are uneven, one monstrously swollen and the other nearly untouched. One eye is smeared with shadows left by Caleb’s fist. A line of dried blood runs from the corner of my mouth down my neck and disappears beneath the fold of the sheet. I gently touch the swollen, bruised, puffy flesh.

I turn from the mirror to Andrew. “You have to help me.”

He takes a step back, his expression withdrawing as surely as his body does. “I can’t, Iris. I have painkillers, and—”

“Painkillers?” I sound hysterical, but I can’t help it. “He raped me at gunpoint last night, Andrew, and he beat me today.”

He squeezes his eyes shut, shaking his head. “I’m so sorry.”

“He’s blackmailing me,” I say in a rush, praying that everything I reveal will somehow convince him he has to help me. “He stole my journal and will twist the things I wrote to get custody of Sarai if I try to leave. He had Ramone, that crazy bodyguard, report me to social services. He’s cut off all my access to money. He says he’ll kill me if I try to leave, Andrew, and I believe him.” Tears flow freely while I rehash just how screwed over I am—how I’ve allowed Caleb to trap me.

“What about Lotus?” Andrew asks.

“He says he’ll hurt her, too, if I involve her. He knows where she lives in New York.” I swipe my hands over my wet cheeks. “No, just getting away from him won’t solve my custody issue. His threats would catch up to me. I need something on him that will stick, to hurt him where it counts the way he’s doing me.”

“Caleb’s good at threats,” he says bitterly. “He deals in information.”

“That’s why you help him?” I ask. “He has something on you? That’s why you can’t help me?”

Andrew’s lips compress. “I can get you more painkillers.”

“I don’t want painkillers!” I scream. “I want to not need them. I want to get out of here.” I bury my face in my hands, slumping against the wall and allowing myself one moment of weakness. “I have to get Sarai out of here.”

“I think things will get better,” Andrew says. “He probably just lost it, what with August humiliating him like that.”

“He didn’t humiliate him,” I counter. “He just played the game. Caleb let him get in his head, like he always does.”

“I know you say he doesn’t love you.” Andrew holds up a staying hand when I open my mouth to argue. “But he’s never felt like this about another woman.”

“Oh, you mean abusive? Violent? Psychopathic? Wow. I feel so flattered.”

“No, I mean you must be special to him. He’s marrying you.”

“We’re not engaged,” I auto-reply.

Andrew’s brows bunch, and he tips his head toward my left hand. “Then what’s that on your finger?”

I glance down and notice for the first time, my gris-gris ring from MiMi is gone.

In its place is the ten-carat diamond.