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“Yeah, Doc was just patching up the kid, Evan, just as I was pulling out. Your guys were carrying Rig in at the same time,” Axel informs me grimly, probably not liking the state of the boats we walk by and all the shit that went on tonight.
“Good. You think your club doctor can handle it?” I ask Dalton, rolling my eyes as he scuffs at my question like I’m an idiot for even asking.
“Doc knows what he’s doing. Both Rig and Evan are in good hands,” Dalton replies and groans as he sees where Tey has stopped up ahead. “Fuck my life. We might just die tonight by sinking in the ocean.”
“I’m sure your brother here knows how to drive that thing,” I point out dryly and take a deep breath before striding past the guys as they argue.
“Get in the fucking boat. We don’t have time to waste,” I remind them, hearing curses and groans of defeat as I stand at the end of the dock before jumping down into the smallest fucking boat ever as it wobbles under my weight.
I wonder if it will be a quick death as I drown and become shark food?
Guess we’ll find out because I’m not stepping back on land until my queen is safely in my arms again.
I’ll be lost at sea, searching for her until I die.
That’s what a man in love does: go to desperate lengths for his woman.
I swallow thickly as the other guys jump down heavily into the boat, our knees bracing as the boat rocks violently under our weight.
“Might want to hold onto something. This boat is small, but she can go up to a hundred miles per hour. The waves are going to have us flying across the water.” Axel gestures to the boat and finds a pair of keys near the helm before starting the engine and, admittedly, backing the boat away from the docks.
“Buckle up, buttercups. Going to be a bumpy ride.” Tey rubs his hands together with a manic look in his blue eyes as he helps place Nicky into the captain's passenger seat.
“Oh fuck. Oh shit,” Dalton mutters and grabs onto one of the bars on either side of the boat just as Axel pulls the clutch forward until we are speeding dangerously in the no-wake zone.
My stomach rolls as the boat jumps speedily over waves, making me sway in place as I grab the metal bar over our heads for balance. I can only see darkness ahead, making it look like the ocean is going to swallow us whole.
I wonder if she’s okay. If she’s thinking the same thing as me, we could get lost out here, where the night sky blends in with the dark ocean until you can’t tell the difference between the two. Lost at sea with no way home.
“We’ll get her back,” Logan says next to me, looking straight ahead as he holds the back of Nicky’s seat and keeps looking over his shoulder at the blinking red dot of Tillie’s location.
“Whatever it takes,” I whisper, meaning every word as a vow.
Cruz
She looks so beautiful like this. Trails of tears stain her tan cheeks, the shine of wetness making me want to lick her tears up to see if I can taste the emotion. She cries out and reaches out blindly with a swing of her fist. She’s so broken and defeated. A bird with clipped wings, unable to fly away ever again from me. I’ll keep them disfigured for the rest of her life so she can’t run away. I’m all she needs, and all she’ll ever want.
“Shh. Shh. Little bird. None of that now. I’ll take care of you. Don’t you want me to love you?” I ask her, grabbing her wildly swinging wrists and trapping them between her breasts as I lean over the lip of the trunk into her space.
I skim my nose along her jawline, taking a deep breath, and grip her wrists tighter as she struggles harder in my grip.
“Eat shit! You can’t love, Cruz. Go to hell.” Tillie curls her upper lip as if disgusted by me; I think she really is, and that only causes rage to consume me.
I don’t say a word as I lift her roughly out of the trunk, ignoring her pained yelp as her ankle smacks into the hood. Her fists admittedly beat weakly against my back themoment she’s thrown over my shoulder. Walking down the docks, I keep my pace slow as we pass million-dollar yachts and their sloppy, rich owners who turn their backs on me the moment I make eye contact. No one cares that I have my little bird thrown over my back, her weak pleading whimpers and cries of help ignored. The wealthy mind their own business, not giving a shit if someone is being kidnapped right in front of them, just so long as their expensive, precious money is left alone. I whistle in a jolly tune, hardly feeling any pain as Tillie bites my bicep in a pathetic attempt to hurt me, which only causes me to laugh loudly.
My voice echoes back to me, being heard over the minor slaps of waves against the boats. My laugh has always sounded hollow and empty, missing something, and I think one day I’ll find it with my little bird. She’s the key to making me feel emotions—maybe to understand sadness and happiness. The only time I’ve ever felt something related to joy was fucking Tillie in the ass and hearing her cries of pain. Even now, my lip is twitching as I remember carving my knife into her shoulder blade.
“I’ll kill you. I promise,” Little Bird whispers into my back, a vengeance evident in her tone that makes me believe her.
“You can try, though that will never happen. I’ll break every bone in your little body and still use your cunt, even if you're on the brink of death. You aremine,” I threaten, grinding my teeth as she whispers no repeatedly under her breath while she kicks her feet into my thighs.
Finally, I see my yacht at the end of the dock and walk faster because I want my dick inside her tight cunt to teach her a lesson she’ll never forget. It’s been a week since I’ve used my knife, and I plan on carving my name all over her body. My boots make the boards under my feet creak andgroan as I jog up the ramp and finally onto the boat. I’ve been staying here for months, living like the filthy rich with Jin’s money. I couldn’t give a shit where I stayed, but it brought some sort of good feeling, knowing I was making Jin cater to my needs. I was eating his food, sleeping on his bed, and staining his carpets red as I sliced up his staff. He had to keep sending replacements, probably not knowing or caring why, but still. It gives, well, itgaveme a thrill when he was alive.
Poor fucking bastard.
I smirk to myself as I let Tillie fall the moment I release my hold on her. She lands ungracefully on the plush, white carpet at my feet. I stand her over like her god, master, and savior as she looks up at me with wide, brown, scared eyes.
“Shh, shh, Little Bird. All will be okay once we are far away from here, so no one can take you away from me again. You won’t run, will you?” I question her, startling a yelp from her as I grasp her long hair and shake her head roughly.
