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Dropping to one knee, he grips me by my collar and yanks me up into a half sitting position. I am floppy like a rag doll. “He belongs to me now,” he snarls, inches from my face. It gives me great pleasure to see him bleeding and his eye swelling.
He shakes me when my head lolls to the side, refusing me the grace of slipping into unconsciousness. “Did you hear me, you bitch? That sweet mouth begged for mercy, begged me to stop when I fucked that sweet ass.”
My body pulses in a murderous rage. “Saint…doesn’t beg.” Before he has a chance to spew forth more filth, I spit in his face.
Bloody spittle trickles down his cheek.
He gasps, horrified by my ghastly actions, but there is more where that came from. Without flinching, I brace for impact and headbutt him.
He wavers with a pained oomph, then shoves me back down. I fall into a crumpled heap, seeing stars. Standing quickly, he reaches into his pocket and retrieves a white handkerchief to scrub at his face with. The image has me bursting into maniacal laughter because it’s either this, or I will burst into hollow tears.
“Nice hanky,” I mock, ignoring the pain in my ribs, in my entire body.
Oscar stares down at me, his cockiness soon being replaced by fear. He’s not frightened of me per se; however, he’s fearful of what’s coming his way because he knows as long as I’m alive, I will never stop hunting him. I will never stop until he’s dead.
I brace for another assault, but I don’t get one. Instead, he walks from the room and locks the door, leaving me alone with my madness.
Breathing deeply, I use my elbow to drag my body across the floor. Everything hurts, but I welcome it because if what Oscar said is true, then I deserve this pain for what I’ve done.
With that thought as my lullaby, I collapse in the middle of the room, succumbing to the voices in my head, which scream…REVENGE.
“Wake up!”
I am finally lost to the insanity which has been my passenger since day one. I am certain someone is here, but this person, once foe, now friend, can’t be here because that would mean…
A potent torrent rushes through me, animating me as I spring up and force my eyes open. My flight or fight takes over as I scan the room frantically. However, who I see crouched down before me has me rubbing my fists into my eye sockets, not believing he is really here.
“Come, we have to be quick.” He yanks me up, but my body is limp, and I sag against him. An annoyed grunt gets caught in his throat, but I need a second.
“A-Alek?” My voice sounds like I gargled glass, but he heard me. “You came for me?”
“Of course, I did. Come on. We have to move.”
I don’t know what’s happening. My brain is fried. I wouldn’t be surprised if my damaged mind is now concocting scenarios to help me deal with the pain.
But when he brushes the hair from my face, laying a quick kiss to my forehead, and says, “Please,” I know this is really happening.
I push past the fog and see that he’s dressed in green overalls, ones you would expect to see any gardener wearing. My brain thankfully kickstarts back to life, and I realize this was the ruse to allow him in.
Theywerelistening. Oh, thank god.
With my head back in the game, he helps me stand. “Saint.”
A name can amount to so much.
Alek nods, wrapping his arm around me to lead me out the door because I am swaying on my feet. “Pavel has got him. But we have to go. Now. The surveillance has been interrupted for only a few minutes.”
My questions can wait because right now, the only thing that matters is getting out of here.
I allow him to guide me as it’s faster this way. I have no idea where Oscar’s men are because it seems the coast is clear. As we are running, well, as I am being dragged down the hallway, I dig in my heels. Alek almost trips over.
“Ingrid and Dominic.” I flinch because it hurts to speak. “We can’t leave them here.”
“We must.”
“No!” I stubbornly argue, becoming a dead weight in hopes he stops hauling me like a sack of potatoes. “He will kill them. Please, Alek.”
Lifting my chin, I peer into his steel blue eyes and suddenly realize that I am thankful to see him. I can finally accept that I am actually happy to see him. I will deal with that reality later, though.
