I felt him grab my arm, almost dislocating it. Then he twisted me around and pushed me against the cold door. My head hit it with a bang, the gun pointed at my face now.
“’Cause you bitch set the cops sniffing on me. It’d have been too fucking suspicious.” His obnoxious breaths made me sick. He lifted his hand to my neck and squeezed. “Now, you gonna tell me where Dusty is or I’ll make you beg for death before I blow your pretty brains up.”
“You can’t kill me,” I rasped. “I’m the only one who knows where he is.”
He chuckled. “He’s gotta be here somewhere. Tearing this place upside down wouldn’t be too hard.”
“You think I’m that stupid so I’d keep him here?”
“Yeah, I do. A bitch that thinks she could kidnap my own son is one hell of a stupid bitch.”
“Then go ahead. Knock yourself out.” I put as much confidence as I could in my words.
The dim light spilling from the hall allowed me to see the wrinkles forming around the corners of his eyes as he glared at me. Never in my life had I seen such hatred in someone’s eyes.
His long, blond locks fell over the sides of his face, covering it as he choked me harder. I could barely breathe. The guy was massive and strong as a bear. He could snap me in half without breaking a sweat.
I held my gaze, though, staring him down like my life had depended on it. It did, literally. If I didn’t convince him he couldn’t find Dusty without me, I’d have a bullet in my head.
“Fine. Let’s see how long you’ll last.” His grip loosened.
Before I could breathe again, he threaded his fingers in my hair, pulling it. Then a heavy blow landed on the back of my head.
“I’ll enjoy torturing your pretty ass.” That was the last thing I heard before I fell to my knees, and everything went black.
CHAPTER 22
Dusty
For the past two days, my body had begun to adjust to the conditions of this prison. Now everything was different. The cold was more unbearable after she left. Time moved like a fucking turtle. And the pain was just too much.
Looking at the color of my fingers and toes fueled my impatience. I closed my eyes. My mind replayed the moment I’d tasted her. A defense mechanism. Heat wasn’t the only thing she’d given me with that kiss. She had given me hope.
Hope of freedom. Of the redemption I’d long sought after. Even the daring dream of happiness.
My eyes opened and stared at the sealed door, visualizing the second it opened with Cammie’s beautiful face and killer body coming through.
Except that it didn’t. She never came.
It must have been hours since she’d left, but my mind refused to believe she’d played me like that.
I like it when you call me Cammie.
And I like you, Cammie. A lot.
I rolled my eyes at how much of a fucking idiot I was. She wasn’t coming back with keys or clothes or food. She wasn’t coming back at all. She’d tricked me again, and I fell for it like a sucker dickhead.
But why? Why would she do this to me? To go on with her stupid plan that would only get her fucked? It didn’t make any sense.
She must have been… NO!Oh God, please no.The second possibility set my blood simmering, yet my stomach felt like ice.
I was mad at her as much as I was scared for her. I didn’t care if she’d played me. Again. I only cared about her.
Cammie would be in Rosewood, and that place was hell itself. Let alone if Roar found out what she did to me and took her by now.
Curses flew out of my mouth as I kicked at the fucking chains. I screamed my lungs out to push aside the images of the horrors my own father would do to the woman I… The woman I cared about more than I cared about my own life.
My sweet captor.
