AllFreeNovel
Share Us
It isn’t until we reach another door that he finally sets me down. There’s a light directly above it, which I’m grateful for.
“You can try to run, but you’ll be doing yourself more harm—”
I shut him up with my fist in his face, just like I promised.
“Bitch!” he howls, cupping his left cheek.
“Next time you wanna manhandle me, remember what a bitch I am.” I shake my hand, working out the kink in my knuckles. That hurt worse than I thought it would, but it was more than worth it. I spent so many nights wishing I could pop this asshole in the face.
Crew gnashes his teeth and hurls toward me. His fingers web and he reaches out, grabbing me by the neck. I swallow hard, feeling the lump in my throat grate against his palm as he squeezes.
“I could kill you right now and make it so no one ever found your body, Scar.” His lips curl in a smile at his deranged thought. “Then again, I always dreamt of fucking you one last time before you expire.”
My air intake is restricted, and while I’d like to think Crew would never hurt me, I’m not so sure anymore. “Please stop.”
“Oh,” he laughs, “nowwe’re using our manners?” He gives my throat one more forceful pinch before letting go.
Rubbing the soreness from my neck, I fight back tears. “Who are you anymore?” My words crack and break while crushing my heart at the same time. Because the truth is, I don’t know this stranger in front of me.
“Someone neither you nor I know.”
Ignoring his cruelty, I look at the door, observing the carved BCA emblem. The map from earlier comes into play. I run my fingers over the carving and take in the etching. This must lead to one of the buildings at The Academy?
I lift my chin. “Are we going in here?”
He digs into the pocket of his pressed khakis and pulls out a set of keys. Dangling them in the air, smugly. “I am.”
“Wait. You’re not leaving me down here, are you?”
The devious look on his face tells me all I need to know. “Good luck finding your way back.”
“This is one of those games, isn’t it?”
“Maybe it is. Maybe it isn’t. Your games are extra special, Scar. Instead of group competitions, like the others, you’re our own little lapdog.One we can play with and pet whenever we want. And now that you took an oath, there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it.”
“Like hell I can’t.” I lunge for the keys, missing them my first attempt. “You seriously dragged me through the tunnels just to leave me?”
“I seriously did. You see, these doors all lock automatically and the only way in, or out, is with a master key.”
I’m angry. No, I’m furious. Yet, really fucking hurt. I hate what he’s become. The guy who I once thought was nothing like the others is earning his place as the most ruthless member in our generation of The Blue Bloods.
Crew sticks the key in the hole, turns the handle and looks at me before pushing the door open. With his eyes locked on mine and that sinister smirk back on his lips, he clicks the remote in his other hand, turning the lights off.
Panic sets in, my chest heavy with anxiety. “No. God, no. Please, Crew. Don’t leave me down here.”I can’t breathe. I can’t see, and I can’t breathe!
Irrational thoughts flood my mind. I’m going to get lost and die down here. Either that, or someone else is going to find me, rape me, and dismember by body. My bones will become dust on the ground.
Suddenly, my thoughts elude me. It’s as if I’m no longer in control of my own body as I reach out and grab Crew by the shirt. Once I know where he is, I move my hands up to his shoulders.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Don’t do this, Crew. Please. It doesn’t have to be this way.”
Reverse psychology. Manipulation. Whatever it takes, I’m getting the hell out of here.
I move my hands to his cheeks, cupping them in my hands. “We were so good together. Don’t you remember how good things were?” My voice is shaky, but I don’t stop trying to sway his decision to leave me. “We can be good again. If you’ll let us.”
It makes me sick to even say the words, but I have to try.
