Page 113 of Volatile Waters

I mouthed, “I love you.”

Tears dripped from Wolf as he orgasmed, cum spurting against my stomach. As if slipping into shock, he kept staring at me as his attacker roared through his own climax.

Once it was over, Father sneered, “I want Fire dead. Stop protecting her.”

Guns lowered, and shoes shuffled out of the room before the door slammed shut.

Wolf collapsed on top of me, his cum smearing between us as a reminder of what just happened. I wrapped my arms around him. “It’s over. It’s over.” He gasped through tears. I kissed him all over his sweaty head. “You did it. You spared an innocent.”

He sobbed. “I-I-I couldn’t let them hurt her.”

Tears leaked from the corner of my eyes because he had never even met her. “They won’t. You did it. We will be out of here soon. I love you so fucking much.”

It was true. I was sure of it. He was the one for me.

Bordering on hysterics, he clung to me. “I’m so sorry I let them do that to me. I hope you still want me.”

I lifted his face from my chest so fast it probably hurt. “I think I’ve loved you for months, but now, even more so, because now I see how wonderful and self-sacrificing you are. Her brother, who I killed, he called her his Treasure. That is what you are for me my fucking treasure.” My lips kissed his, not in a passionate way but to reassure him I was speaking the truth. Tears, sweat, and snot didn’t stop me from loving him. “My fucking treasure.”

After showering Wolf and watching him fall to sleep, the gun no longer under his mattress but in his hand, I locked him in the room. I had a plan to finish, despite my long-lost uncle betraying me. Wolf still insisted he didn’t want to be filmed with me, so we could eventually try to be together after he resigned from the FBI. It made me adore him even more.

Outside his room, I pointed to his door and announced, “If anyone feels like dying today, dare to touch this slave.”

I didn’t see Father or his minions. No one else dared, and all gave me lots of space.

Leaning against the wall next to me, his eyes to the floor, Adrian shook his head. “I’m so sorry I had to do that. I know you care deeply for him.”

With barely enough energy to talk, I said, “I thought I never had a friend before. Now, I know I have always had one in you.” His eyes slowly rose. I nodded. “Thank you for trying to be gentle and for trying to keep him and me alive. Will you watch over him now for me?”

His shoulders set back with pride. “I will stay here all day.”

Climbing the basement steps, I was worn to the bone and yearned to see Whitney, certain her purity could settle my raw nerves. I had just sacrificed Wolf for her, yet I knew she was worth it. She was the only one who could bring me comfort besides Wolf.

In the foyer, I groaned, seeing Father waiting for me. He teased, “How is your special slave?Well, I hope.” As I climbed the next set of stairs, I did my best to ignore him. “I hope your Fire was worth it. My men will be leaking from Wolf’s soiled ass for days.” Tuning him out, I focused on Whitney and the smile I was hoping to see when she saw me. He yelled up from the bottom floor, “You have abandoned your family, for her. Your career, for her. Everything you have worked so hard for, for her. You are nothing but a disgrace to this family and empire. And for what? Nothing. She loves another, you imbecile!”

Father’s tone, his dominance, somehow had me starting to revert back to the scared child I once was. All the strength and courage I had discovered was evaporating in seconds. It was astonishing to understand, from the inside out, but I kept trying to be strong. I told myself he was wrong, and that every sacrifice was worth it.

Walking toward my bedroom at the top of the stairs, I thought of how, very soon, Uncle would know the truth; I was the one who ratted about their new location. I wondered how long Valerie would last during her torture, or if she was even still alive.

Needing to conjure up more inspiration to fight my insecurities and Father’s continued words from below, I focused on Whitney again and how I craved to smell her hair and hold her one last time before setting her free—

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Whitney sitting at my desk, touching my laptop screen. Or, should I say, touching who was on it: Link. And, she was saying, “I love you, too.” Without my permission, she had just watched another of his blog videos and was missing him.

I. Saw. Red.

Then black. Black rage singed my ego and soul.

Wolf was painfully huddled in a bed, due to his sore body, yet this bitch was up in my room, daydreaming of her Link. All the pent-up anger I had finally rose to the surface and unleashed onto the poor person in my path. Due to everything that happened next becoming a blur, I don’t know all that I said to her, or all that I did, but soon, I had her in the basement and was demanding two employees to take her in a room.

She was to be soiled… just like my Wolf.

I felt his sacrifice had been for nothing, and I would not allow him to go unavenged.

As the door shut her in the room with her soon rapists, and all other employees had dispersed because I demanded they go home, Adrian joined my side. I stared at the closed door, close enough to rest my forehead on it. The room Whitney was now in was across the hall from Wolf’s.

Adrian was beyond concerned. “What are you doing?”

Wide-eyed, I was out of breath. “I…” I blinked. “I…” I exhaled.“I do not know anymore.”