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“We don’t have time for this,” the other man snaps. “Let’s burn this place to the ground. At least he won’t have anything to come back to, if he even comes back at all.”
“No. Please, don’t leave me here. I… I didn’t do anything…” My voice erupts like a volcano, the words pouring from my lips. The man touching me eyes me curiously, as if I’m a present he can’t wait to open.
“She’s right, brother, we can’t just leave her here.” A smirk filled with pleasure pulls at the man’s lips. I blink, fear tumbling out of control inside of me as I wait for him to say something else. “Maybe we can bring her with us. Torture the truth out of her. I know the perfect method.” At that very moment, he moves his hand, his fingers pressing harshly against my mound. I gasp and cry out in pain, fighting against the restraints. I feel warm blood sliding down my arms, the warmth of it over my skin strangely soothing.
“Xander…” The other man’s footsteps fill the room. His tone is impatient, and I wonder if I could reason with him. If he’d release me instead.
“P-please…” I beg, and more tears fall. The other man comes into view. His eyes are on me, but his gaze wavers, guilt consuming his features.
“She’s his type. Sweet. Blonde, with big blue eyes.” The man named Xander snickers. “I bet he kept this one for a while. She must know something. I could break her, snap her in two, send her body in pieces to him.”
His words strike fear deep down in my belly, a different kind of fear…. An all-consuming fear. This man doesn’t just plan to break me, to rape me; he plans to kill me and use my body for revenge.
“I… I don’t know him…” I shake my head, trying to get them to understand. “I…” The pain in my wrists consumes me, and I feel my arms growing heavy.
“Xander, you need to make up your mind. Bring her with us, I don’t give a fuck, but I am burning this place and all the dead bodies inside of it to the ground,” the other man says, but it sounds so far away. I can’t really explain what is happening… I can hear my pulse pounding in my ears, and my vision starts to blur.
No, I can’t die like this. I can’t. I won’t.
I thrash against the bed but feel nothing, not even pain. Why don’t I feel anything?
Darkness closes in around me, and I know then that I am about to pass out. The two men loom above me. The man named Xander still has his hands on my body; his hand is warm, and I want to sink into it, into the warmth it brings.
As my eyes drift closed, pain is still absent for the moment. My last thought before everything goes completely black is to wonder if I am ever going to wake up again.
And if I do, what does fate have in store for me?
Chapter 2
Xander
I pull the knife from my boot and slash the rope holding her wrists and her ankles together. Thank fucking god she is passed out, and I don’t have to deal with her struggling. It’d be worse for her if she was awake. My patience is far too thin to be dealing with my father’s whores.
My gaze sweeps over her nearly naked body. My mind is already filled with all the wonderful things I’m going to do to her. Father dressed her in nothing more than scraps, yet another trait of his whores. She definitely belongs to him. Too bad. I would have enjoyed fucking her, but I won’t knowing she has been with him.
I can’t deny her beauty though. Strawberry-blonde hair frames her heart-shaped face, and her pink full lips are kissable. She’s got big blue doe eyes that I imagine looking up at me while I force my cock between her lips.
She’s everything a man could want when fucking, but again, I won’t touch her knowing my father has. Pushing the thoughts aside since that’s not what I am taking her for, I slide my arms under her body and lift her to my chest. She doesn’t weigh hardly anything, and I can carry her with ease. For some reason, I don’t fucking like the thought.
She should eat some fucking food, put some meat on her bones or something.
I walk out the door past Damon, who is shaking his head at me. He’s disappointed, angry with my choice to bring her instead of just let her go. Good thing I don’t need his approval… or anyone else’s for that matter. There’s a reason I’m the leader of the Rossi empire, and he is not.
I get the fucking hard shit done, the shit no one else wants to do because it crosses lines no one wants to talk about.
