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“For fuck’s sake,” Kyle growls. “We need to get the hell out of this city.”
“I’m trying,” the guard snaps. Why the hell don’t I know this guy’s name? “We should have killed him so he couldn’t come after us.”
“There’s no fun in that. The fun is in making him live without his precious sugar. Isn’t that right, Mia?” He peers over his shoulder at me, but I’m already looking down at my bound hands like the good girl he taught me to be all those years ago.
“Yes, sir,” I say quietly, falling back into the role I played for so many years as if I haven’t missed a beat.
He makes a pleased sound at the sight of my obedience before turning back to the front of the car. “Turn around, let’s go another way.”
The guard sighs but does as he’s told, and my glimpse of freedom is left behind. I got lucky once, and I know more than most that I will never get that lucky again. I imagine I’ll be punished for running from the Lombardi family, but there’s a chance they don’t think I was involved in the escape, in which case I may be safe. We’ll just have to see how things play out from here.
“You know, Mia. You should have been mine long before now.” Kyle turns around, and I immediately drop my gaze again. It will take a bit of time to get used to keeping my head down, but I’m sure after the first few hits I’ll learn pretty quick. “You may look at me.”
I let out a breath and do as I’m told, meeting his dark eyes, and a chill moves through my body. How many nights were these the eyes that watched me fall asleep? How many days did they watch as my body was beaten and hurt? I almost wish I could disobey him and look away and look anywhere but into his soulless eyes.
“You never should have been sold to those idiots in Florida.” He shakes his head with annoyance, and my brows pinch together in confusion. “I didn’t broker the deal, you see. It was a man we have been training at The Factory so some of us can take a bit more time to ourselves. You can’t imagine how hard it is always having to be on like that.”
I stare at him for a long moment, my head spinning with the idea that he’s talking to me, his victim, about how hard his job is, training women, just like me. But he’s serious, and I snap my mouth shut before a snarky response can fall from my lips.
“Anyway, I left you in the care of some of our trusted men in order to take some time off and get my home ready for you. After Cyrus, you were always meant to be mine. I wanted to give you some time to get over the things that sick fuck did to you, so you would be good as new by the time I brought you home.”
This man is fucking delusional. That’s the only conclusion I can come to as he continues to sprout bullshit like he truly believes it.
“By the time I came back to work, our men had betrayed us by touching you, and you’d been sold to Lombardi. And I’m sure you understand he’s not the kind of man you break a contract with.”
I nod, even though the idea of selling human beings is still wild to me. It shouldn’t be, seeing as I’ve been sold multiple times in my life, but that doesn’t make it okay or make it make sense.
“The best thing that ever could have happened is that you were extracted at the same time as the woman that psycho Tommy is in love with. I didn’t think the boy was capable of love, men like us aren’t. But I suppose it could be infatuation. Perhaps she just has a golden cunt.”
“Tommy is nothing like you,” I snap before I can stop myself. I know better than to backchat, and yet I can’t stop the words before the escape.
His eyes turn dark, and before I can think to flinch, his fist flies toward me, but I manage to duck out of the way before he can make contact with my face.
“Come here, you little bitch,” he growls, shoving his large body between the seats to reach for me.
“What the fuck, Kyle?” The guard swerves the car, and I realize, although the SUV is large, it’s not big enough for him to be chasing me around the car without causing an accident.
Kyle continues his advance on me, and I quickly dive to the other side of the car, holding myself against the window as best I can to avoid him from reaching me. If this works, I’ll have much bigger problems than just a fist to the face, but it’ll be worth it.
The car swerves again as Kyle’s knee hits the guard, and I catch sight of a red light ahead that we’re careening toward. It’s the middle of the night, but there’s a chance there are police out at this time. In a city this large, there has to be at least one patrol around here. I hope.
“You know you’re going to be punished for running,” he growls.
I kick out at him, shoving him further into the guard in the hope of keeping them both distracted, but he gets hold of my ankle and drags me toward him.
“You know better than this, Mia. You know the more you resist, the more it’s going to hurt.”
“I don’t fucking care,” I snap as I use my other foot to shove myself back toward the window. The red light is getting closer, and the more the car swerves over the road, the more I wish I had a seat belt on, but death would be a far kinder fate than marrying Kyle just to inevitably be killed. A man like him could never keep the same woman around for long.
The anger in his cold, dead eyes should scare me, but it doesn’t. Not anymore. After surviving Cyrus, there isn’t much he could do to me that would be worse than him.
I flick my gaze to the windscreen and see the red light just as we pass through it, but what I don’t notice is the car speeding through the same intersection.
The impact is immediate—the feel of my body being jolted as I desperately try to find something to hold on to with my bound hands. The sound of screeching metal and cursing, quickly followed by the car spinning out of control.
I watch with wide eyes as Kyle is thrown into the back seat, his body making a crunching sound that is far from natural, but I keep myself as far away from him as I can. Just in case.
Glass breaks around us, and it takes me a moment to realize the pain in my skull is a direct result of the broken glass.
