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“And you do?” I challenge, pointing toward my picture on his bed. “You’ve been fucking with me since the second I got here, and clearly whoever gave you that picture thinks I’m someone else because I didn’t sign up for any of this shit. I don’t know you, or your friends, and I sure as hell don’t owe you a damn thing, so either tell me what you want with me or leave me the fuck alone.”
His eyes sparkle, a strange excitement flashing deep inside of them, and I back up toward the wall again. “I know exactly who you are, Oakley Quinn, and you’re wrong. You owe me more than you could ever understand.”
I watch him for a moment, my gaze narrowing further with every word that comes out of his mouth. “Oh my God, that’s it,” I breathe, realization dawning. I may not be callous, cold, and cruel like he is, but one thing’s for sure. Without intending to, he’s shown me a weakness.
His brows furrow, clearly having no fucking clue what I’m talking about. “That’s what?”
“You have some kind of rape fetish, don’t you?” I question. “I can see it in your eyes. Every time I argue or put up a fight, something comes alive in your eyes. You want me to run and scream just so you can pin me down and assert your power over me. Or is that it? You have a power kink and like to be the big boss in charge, but something like that only comes from being a scared little boy with daddy issues. Tell me, did your daddy beat you as a kid?”
Anger flares through his eyes as Dalton discreetly moves closer. He curls his hands into fists at his side, while the rest of his body remains impossibly still. Getting under his skin is the best rush I’ve ever felt . . . only second to what Dalton did to me on the roof.
Feeling braver than I should, I step back into Zade, my tits brushing across his chest. I lower my voice to a soft whisper. “Tell me, does locking your hand around a woman’s throat get you hard? Squeezing tighter and tighter until she’s gasping for air, your fingers bruising her porcelain skin? You love it don’t you? You crave power, and when you don’t have it . . . well, that’s just something you can’t handle.”
“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” he growls.
“Oakley,” Dalton warns, creeping in closer. “Back the fuck off before you do something you can’t come back from.”
I scoff, raising my chin just a little higher, looking Zade dead in the eye. “Have you ever taken it too far? Got carried away fucking her tight little pussy while gripping her throat and then realized she was already dead?” Something flashes in his eyes and I scoff, realizing I’m onto something here. “I’m right, aren’t I?”
“Watch yourself,” he says, seeming in complete control despite the rage burning through his stare. “Or would you prefer to find out exactly how hard taking your life is going to get me?”
A shiver sails down my spine, and I watch him through a curious stare. I know damn well he has the means to follow through on that promise, but something tells me that he won’t. When I pushed him, Dalton stepped in, worried about letting this get too far, and if they really didn’t care what happened to me, he would have finished me right then . . . yet here I am, still breathing, still free to say what needs to be said.
A smirk pulls at the corners of my lips, and I look up at him with a pitying stare, but only for the purpose of bruising his ego. “Why’d you let me go?”
“What?”
“On the weekend. You kidnapped me and held me hostage in your little bullshit prison, went as far as letting that asshole insinuate he was going to rape me,” I say, pointing toward Sawyer. “Yet not a single one of you touched me. Why’s that? What’s the point? Why exert the effort of taking me and holding me captive, only to let me go?”
Zade clenches his jaw, refusing to answer, but it’s fine. I’m more than happy to offer an answer of my own. Feeling the confidence soaring through my veins, I lock my stare onto his and let him have the cold, hard truth. The conviction in my tone seems to make him uneasy. “It’s because you’re not man enough to follow through. You can talk the talk, but when it comes to taking that final shot, you don’t have the fucking balls.”
I’m violently thrown up against the wall, Zade holding me up off the ground with nothing but his hand locked around my throat. I try to scream, but not a damn sound comes out, my airway blocked, leaving me desperate for air. “Is that something you’re willing to bet your life on?” he questions, a fierce determination in his eyes.
My hands shoot up, clutching at his fingers, desperately trying to pull them back. I fight against him, my shallow gasps getting smaller by the second. I’m running out of time, running out of oxygen, and I quickly realize just how wrong I am. He does have the balls to do it, and what’s more, he fucking lives for it.
Dark spots start to appear in my vision, and as he stares back at me, I see relentless cruelty in his eyes. He’s not going to kill me, at least not yet, but he’s sure as fuck going to keep playing his twisted little games.
“Zade,” Dalton warns, a scary, low pitch in his tone, his warning clear as day. “We still need her.”
Zade doesn’t even flinch, and it’s as though he doesn’t hear him.
“Come on, man,” Cross says, the snake weaving between his fingers.
The darkness swallows me, consuming my body and sending ice shooting through my veins like venom, and yet he doesn’t relent, his fingers only tightening around my throat.
My hands go limp, falling to my sides, and the fight dies inside me as my lungs burn and ache. The desperation is overwhelming, and I see my whole life flashing before my eyes. I never should have come in here, never should have challenged him.
Then just like that, as I start to fall into unconsciousness, Zade releases me. I fall heavily to the ground, desperately gasping for air, and without a single word, my four captors turn on their heels and walk out the door, leaving me as I slip into a world full of darkness.
Chapter 13
CROSS
“Youtookittoofucking far,” Dalton mutters as we make our way through the old train tunnels, our footsteps echoing through the darkness as Venom twists her way up my arm. Dalton shakes his head, fury rippling through him. He’s been like this since we left the apartment complex, and honestly, I’m about ready to throttle him.
Dalton said he wouldn’t get attached, and the little bitch is practically drooling over the girl already. He’s putting Zade in a fucked-up position, and in the end, we’re the ones who are going to suffer. Dalton should know that. There’s no way in hell Zade isn’t going to go through with this. He’s worked too hard to get where he is. Come the night of the sixtieth moon, she will die, and Dalton better be ready.
Zade walks up ahead, not wanting to hear what any of us have to say. Tonight rattled him. Oakley might have been way off on her judgment, but something about her delivery got under his skin. Perhaps it was the fire in her eyes. She challenged him like no other woman has, and he didn’t fucking like it.
