In fact, I find myself hoping the next blow will finally knock me unconscious.
Why the hell hasn’t it happened already?
Why am I still awake?
He yanks my head up by the hair and a broken sound leaves my lips.
I don’t think I can speak anymore.
“I need you alive. There’s a deal in place with your father. But for what you fucking did, you’ll wish I’d killed you instead,” he growls into my ear.
“You’re never leaving this house again. I’ll pump you so full of drugs you won’t even know your own name anymore. And when you’re nothing more than a pliant doll who smiles when she’s told to smile and stays quiet when she’s told to stay quiet, then I’ll parade you around on my arm.”
His grip tightens. “Just like the obedient little thing I made you.”
A sob lodges in my throat,but no sound leaves me.
“This is only the beginning of your nightmare.”
He releases my hair.
My head cracks against the marble, and pain explodes behind my eyes.
I can’t breathe.
And when consciousness finally begins to slip away, relief washes through me.
I’d rather die than let him break me.
Chapter 41
Hunter
Married.
Fucking married.
I’ve moved past the shock of that.
But how the fuck, out of all the motherfucking possibilities in this world, is she married to my own bloody father?
The woman who occupies every waking thought. The bane of my existence. The addiction I can’t seem to shake.
She’s fucking married.
To my own father.
I drive my fist into the unconscious man’s face.
Again.
And again.
I don’t stop.
He’s already out cold. Might even be dead.
I don’t particularly give a shit.
