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Echo shakes her head with a sigh and keeps walking until she gets up to Riot. She looks him up and down with one eyebrow raised. I don’t think I’ve seen the man meet a woman he didn’t hit on, so I know something is really on in Riot’s mind when he doesn’t even give her more than a quick glance before looking back down at his phone.
“Riot, he’s helping us out. Good at finding people,” I explain, and she nods.
“Tell me about this guy that took her,” she says, taking a seat and crossing her legs. As much as I’m not particularly loving the questions, I appreciate her not being a cunt about it and just getting to the point.
“Elijah Draper. A total sadistic cunt that has some kind of fucking crush on Kinsey.” I glance at Riot briefly before continuing, “He killed a few of the whores at their headquarters before he came and found her. The Iron Elite are pissed, so he won’t be anywhere they’d know about.”
I see Riot tense at my words out of the corner of my eye but he doesn’t say anything. I make a mental note to try to find out which of the bitches were killed as soon as I can; at least put the poor bastard out of his questioning misery.
“Obsession is a dangerous thing,” Echo says with a frown. I exhale deeply through my nose, my body tense. I don’t notice her moving until a feminine hand places itself on my arm. I resist the urge to pull away, looking into her face.
“We’ll get her back,” she says with certainty, and despite the fact I don’t really like the woman, I can’t help but admire her fire.
I nod sharply.
“I’ve got something,” Riot says, not looking up from his phone. “He changed his name about fifteen years ago. There’s not much here, but maybe there’s something in his records that’ll help.”
“Better than nothing,” Echo says. “Can you print some of that shit out or email me or something? We need to get moving, who knows what a guy like that…” She trails off, her face reddening slightly as she realizes what she’s saying.
Like I haven’t thought of it.
Kinsey’s already been with the bastard all day. A day too long.
When I first helped her, it was for Jay and my own sense of responsibility for her being taken in my place. Since then, I can’t deny the woman’s gotten under my skin. Brought out a softness within myself I didn’t know existed anymore. It’s more than responsibility or guilt now. Different worlds or not, she’s mine and every fibre of my fucking body knows it. I don’t know how shit would ever work between us, but first things first.
I push down my rage and start to look through the old records.
I’m coming, Kinsey.
42
Kinsey
I will Survive
When I was with Atlas,even on that stage, I never felt used and dirty. After everything I’ve been through, I never felt broken until now. Tears rush down my face unbidden, but I don’t notice them anymore than I notice the ropes biting into my skin or the rough fabric wet on my cheek. My attention is focused much lower as Eli pumps himself above me.
“Oh, yeah,” Eli moans as he slaps my ass, the crack of it echoing around the room. I hardly notice the sting. His hand comes down to grab my chin, pulling my head back. I let out a small cry, but it’s stifled quickly by the lack of air at this angle. I gasp for breath as he grins above me, never ceasing his motion even as he tosses my head back down. I barely manage to keep it from cracking on the headboard.
“You feel so fucking good, Vixen,” he moans over me, his hips pistoning faster. “So fucking sweet and tight, just like I knew you’d be.”
A whimper leaves my throat as he cries out loudly, emptying himself into me.
His weight on my back is too much, but I couldn’t get him off me if I tried.
He chuckles above me, lifting himself just slightly to look down at my face. A finger traces my tears and I try to pull away, but it only makes him laugh harder.
He pushes himself up off me, giving my ass a smack on his way up. My hands are tied in front of me, prohibiting my movements, but I pull my legs up to my chest and ball up as best as I can.
“Why are you doing this?” My voice cracks.
I don’t get a response before the door to the small bedroom closes.
* * *
It must behours that I’m left there, naked, with his cum drying on my thighs. At least I know whatever they did to me before means I can’t get pregnant.
A choked sob leaves my throat as the thought hits me. That they forced contraception on me should be something I’m grateful for is beyond messed up. Everything that’s happened comes rushing back, all starting when Eli took me that first day.
