I haphazardly parkthe car and turn off the engine, but right before I jump out, there’s a grating voice right next to me. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
I glance at Orion, who’s holding up a giant saw like it’s a toy to him. “You asked me to bring it.”
I snatch it out of his hands and jump out of the car. “Thanks.”
I shut that door and waltz toward the building.
“Wait, she’s here?” he asks. “What’s she doing here?”
“Don’t ask,” I reply.
I don’t want to be spilling her secrets when I don’t have her permission.
I scan the area to make sure no one is watching before we go inside.
“Okay, then what are we waiting for? Let’s go,” Orion says impatiently, as he pulls open the creaky door.
I push past him and waltz inside, only to come to a full stop when I spot her standing barefoot against the concrete wall with her skirt pushed up and her panties torn. Her hands are cuffed to a pipe, and in front of her is a single chair.
But her face is covered in saliva, and a sticky white substance cakes her skin.
And my eyes begin to twitch.
Grinding my teeth, I march over to her. “Who did this to you?”
A twinge of a smile forms on her face. “Cute. Very cute.”
She looks me up and down, and jerks at her cuffs, but it’s no use. No wonder she called me.
“It was Atreus, wasn’t it?” My nostrils flare. “I’m going to fucking kill him.”
She raises her brow at me. “Xavier … don’t.”
Her stern voice makes me suck in the air as I stand before her, wondering if I’m going to cut off his balls or skin him alive while she watches. But then I’d have to drag him from his goddamn station all the way back here, and that would certainly draw eyes. Not to mention the fact that she’d probably be pissed off if I went and left her here, all by herself with Orion, while I went on some quest for vengeance.
“Focus,” she says. My mind instantly reels back into place as if ordered to comply, and I swallow back the rage.
“Use the saw to free me.” Her eyes skid down toward the saw in my hands, and I nod a couple of times as I look at the cuffs around her wrist.
I can do this, no problem.
Orion strolls closer, amused. “Holy shit, Sunny, I can’t believe you got yourself into something like this. And I thought you were the type of girl who would never let a man chain her up.”
“Watch your mouth,” she tells him. “Or I might have to chain that up once I’m out of here.”
He shivers in place.
“She hasn’t lost her spunk, that’s for sure, my raging queen,” Orion muses.
“Help me with this,” I say. “I don’t want to cut through her skin.”
Orion holds her wrist to keep it safe while I saw through the metal cuffs, making sure I don't damage her precious skin. It takes a while to get them off, but finally, the cuffs drop to the ground, and Sunny is freed once again.
She rubs her sore wrists, and mutters, “Took you both long enough. Thanks.”
She grabs my shirt, and panic takes hold, but instead of murdering me for not being quick enough, she uses the fabric to clean off her face. “There, much better.”
I don’t even know how to respond.
