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“Max, not someone I thought I’d hear from.”
Travis Andrews owned Raptors, Inc., a private security company that took high-risk jobs overseas. Max and Logan had done some jobs for him in the past. Before they’d bought the ranch.
“We need to talk.”
Chapter Four
“Look at you, you dirty whore. Opening your legs for two men. Where do they touch you, hmm? What do you let them do to you?”
The voice was slick. Like thick oil creeping down her skin. She shuddered. Would she ever feel clean again? Would she ever be able to breathe without suffocating?
Savannah held back her whimper of fear as he approached. How much time had passed since he’d taken her? Since she’d woken up in this dusty, dirty, old cabin, her head throbbing, her arms tied above her head, naked and afraid.
She closed her eyes, refusing to look at him. Max and Logan would come for her. They’d find her. They wouldn’t give up until they had her back in their arms.
Searing pain scorched her back, and she screamed, unable to stop herself from reacting. She opened her eyes, sobbing as he appeared in her vision.
He smiled gently and patted her cheek. “I don’t like hurting you, you know.”
Like fuck, he didn’t. Evil bastard.
“But you force me to. I only want what’s best for you. I want to cleanse you like I did my Laken. To purge you of the evil.”
God, he was completely delusional. She’d quickly learned there was no reasoning with him. He’d totally lost it. How had no one seen it? How had he hidden this madness? Even Laken hadn’t noticed. She’d worked for this asshole not realizing he was the one who’d kidnapped and abused her. Thank God he hadn’t raped her.
“If you will repent and tell me all your sins, I’ll cleanse you, and you can be free.”
Yeah, she was pretty certain his idea of being free, and hers were two completely different things.
She wasn’t ready to die. What would Logan and Max do if he killed her? They needed her.
“Tell you what, you let me go, and I’ll make sure my men don’t kill you. Can’t guarantee they won’t kick your ass, however.”
Smack. He slapped her face. Then he stepped back and flicked the whip he held, the leather slashing across her chest, landing on her nipples, leaving a wave of pure fire in its wake.
Oh, God. Oh, God. Please.
Tears dripped down her face. She’d tried to remain stoic, to not react, but it felt like her entire body was aflame with pain, bruised, and broken.
She wanted Logan and Max.
He moved forward, his eyes filled with glee as he reached out and softly flicked her abused nipple. She whimpered. This was worse. She could take the pain. She could even take the verbal abuse. But touching her gently, intimately, as though he had the right—another sob escaped.
She moaned in disgust and horror as he latched onto her nipple with his mouth and sucked.
“No, no, no!” she screamed.
“Savi! Savannah! Wake up, now! Savannah, wake up! That’s an order.”
Savannah opened her eyes with a gasp. She sat up, her heart racing, her skin clammy and chilled. She stared at him. Where was she? Gone was the dirty, dark cabin that had been cold and damp and had a horrible, musty stench.
“You’re safe, Savi. You’re home.”
Safe. Home.
She focused on the man who sat facing her on the bed, his face filled with concern as he watched her.
Safe. Home.
