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I don’t want to live without him. Every minute that passes without his heart beating chips away at my soul. How long will it be until there’s nothing left?
I have to fight, though. I have to be strong for Mac and Finn. They already lost their brother because of me, and I will not let them lose me, too. I have to make it back to them. I have to be strong . . . for them.
The van comes to a stop before Logan gets out and slides open the back door. “You can get out yourself, or I can make you.” The look on his face tells me he’d be more than happy to go with the second option. Based on my fight with him earlier, I know that fighting him right now wouldn’t be much use, so I slowly scoot across the van, hands still tied behind my back, and climb out on my own. I make sure I take my time, though, looking at my surroundings as much as possible. A small cabin that doesn’t look to be more than a thousand square feet stands in front of me. The cabin is made of dark-stained wood, and all the windows are framed with black shutters. The front porch sags a bit on one side, and the roof is covered in moss. But other than that, it looks like it’s in fairly decent shape. At least he didn’t take me to a total shithole.
Count your blessings where you can, Harp.
“Home sweet home,” Logan says from beside me, and I give him the most sinister look I can manage. However, I bite my tongue and decide it’s best not to say anything smart. I don’t know his plans for me yet, but I know he’s not afraid to put his hands on me. “Stay here. I have to go turn the water on.”
I wouldn’t run anyway. I still feel tired from whatever he injected me with, and I know I wouldn’t make it far, especially since it looks like we are surrounded by nothing but never-ending trees. What I need is to find a way to get the keys and drive away in the van.
“Patience, Baby.”
“I know, I know,” I whisper under my breath.
I watch Logan as he moves about the property. He’s tall, not quite as tall as the guys, but at least a few inches taller than me, and his body is packed with muscle. His dusty blond hair is shaved close at the neck and is curly at the top, held in place by an exorbitant amount of gel. I don’t think a tsunami could mess up his hair. If I’m being frank, he’s a relatively good-looking guy, which, considering his dickhead personality, I’m sure is how he’s gotten this far in life. His chiseled cheekbones match his square jaw, which looks sharp enough to cut diamonds, and he has a nose that’s the perfect size for his face, minus the small crook on the bridge, probably from taking a punch to the face.
Fucking dick. He’ll have to worry about more than a punch to the face when Mac and Finn get their hands on him.
But as he makes his way back to me and I look into his dark brown eyes, all I can see is every menacing thought rattling around in his brain, reminding me of who I’m in the presence of.
“Let’s go, Princess.” I fight the urge to kick him right in the balls whenever he calls me that.
Grabbing me by the elbow, he pulls me, more forceful than necessary, toward the cabin, leaves and sticks crunching under my bare feet. Once we get inside, I’m overwhelmed by the stench of mothballs and dust mixed with Logan’s obnoxious cologne. Clearly, no one has been here in a long time. Logan stops to let me use the bathroom at the front of the house. I don’t even have any goddamn panties on, so I sit on the toilet as he stands there staring at me. I don’t miss the way his eyes linger on my exposed skin.
Once we’re done in the bathroom, he pulls me through the rest of the house. I try to memorize the small layout as much as possible. Everything from where each window and door is to the location of the knife set on the counter by the fridge. As we move down the hallway, passing two more bedrooms and another bathroom, I see the small room open at the end. Inside, there is nothing besides a metal bed frame with a thin mattress. There’s not even a window in this room. My heart stops when I look at the bed closer, a rope with a leather cuff is attached to each leg of the bed. Logan shoves me past the door and into the room. I feel his large frame behind me before his hot breath skates across the side of my face. It’s enough to make me want to vomit.
“This has got to go,” he says as he grips the back of my shirt.
“Wait, wha—” But before I can finish my thought, he yanks at the back of the shirt, ripping it open at the front and sending buttons flying across the room. He cuts the sleeves with his pocket knife, and the shirt falls to the floor. Leaving me completely naked with my hands tied in the middle of the room. I force myself to take a deep breath, holding back the bile working its way up my throat.
“Fuck. I get it now.” Logan walks around to stand in front of me, eyeing me up from head to toe.
“Get what?” I snap, looking him dead in the eye.
“How you had the three of them worshiping the ground you walked on.” He grabs my jaw and runs his thumb across my bottom lip. I try to rip my face from his grasp, but he only grips it harder. “The things I could fucking do to this body.”
Before he moves his hand, I take his thumb between my lips and bite down as hard as possible. Howling out in pain, Logan rips his hand away before using it to backhand me across the face. The hit knocks me to the floor, and I immediately know he hit me hard enough to break the skin. I feel the blood drip down my cheek. I don’t have a chance to get back up before Logan grabs me by the hair and drags me up onto the bed. “You fucking bitch.” I fight with everything in me to stop myself from yelling out in pain. He doesn’t deserve the satisfaction. “You can’t play nice, can you?”
He throws me onto the bed and climbs on top of me so he’s straddling my ankles, making it impossible for me to kick my way out of his hold as he carefully unties my hands from behind my back and ties them to the frame of the bed instead. “Do as I say, and I can make your last few days on this earth far more enjoyable.”
“Fuck. You.” I spit as he manages to attach my ankles to the foot of the bed.
“Oh, I plan to, Princess.” Logan trails his hand from my ankle up my leg and over my exposed pussy. “But, whether you enjoy it or not . . .” His hand doesn’t stop as he continues to make his way up my stomach and over my breasts before stopping once he’s firmly gripping my throat. I feel my eyes widen as he grabs my throat hard enough to stop my breath. “Well, that’s up to you.”
“They–They’re going to k–kill you.” My body fights for air underneath his hold.
“They can try.” I watch his eyes peruse my body again before he lets me go. “But we’ll be long gone before they ever even find out where we are.” He spins on his heels and walks towards the door. “Get some rest, Princess. I’ve got a lot planned for us while we’re here.” I listen as he closes the door and latches what sounds like several locks. As his footsteps retreat toward the other end of the house, I finally let my tears fall.
6
Finn
Ifeel like I can’t fucking breathe. From the moment I answered my phone at the docks, my chest felt like it was locked in a vice, and the only person with the key is Harper—my Angel.
I don’t understand how we fucking missed this. I mean, we knew that Declan would show his hand sooner rather than later. As a man with as many resources as he has, there was no way Liam McDermott was the only plan he had in motion. But never in a million years did I think it was Logan. Someone we had in our home. Someone we hired to protect her. Someone we trusted with her life. And I can’t help but feel like this is all my fault. It’s my job to read people, to figure out who they are, to sniff out the liars and the bastards who are out to do us wrong. Yet, somehow, I missed this. I let him get close to her, and I fucking missed it.
Everything went so wrong so fast. Hell, I was about to rush home to tell her I loved her, and now she’s just gone.
