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I close my eyes and rest my head back against the wall.Well, I guess we are going to die here after all.“Don’t. Don’t prolong her suffering. Please just give her something so she never wakes up. She can’t take any more of their abuse.”
“You’re asking me to end her life? What about yours? Aren’t you worried about what they will do to you?” The doc moves back away from me, his gaze penetrating into mine. He’s an older man, probably in his early sixties or late fifties. His hair is mostly gone at the top, and just gray curly tufts are left on the sides of his head. The skin on his face is lined with wrinkles and his dark eyes speak of untold horrors that he’s had to experience.Welcome to the club, buddy.
“I don’t care if I live or die…but she doesn't need to suffer anymore at their hands. Please.” I grab his forearm and prevent him from moving further back and away from me. My eyes search his until he nods slightly, and I release my hold on him. “I’m going to start an intravenous with some saline and an antibiotic. You probably have Gonorrhea, too, amongst other things.” He pulls away, heading to his cart, and then comes back and sets up the dripline.
When he moves to pull away from me, he seems to change his mind, and instead, he leans his head close to my ear. “I am going to help the two of you get out of here, give me time to get you strong. You will need it if you are going to protect that young woman.”
Chapter 33
Mia
“Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for.” Epicurus
I’mbeingwatchednonstopas if I am a rabid animal instead of the damn owner of this house. A house that feels more like a prison with every waking moment. Ever since the second ramming of the gate and my daring escape to Mateo’s parent’s estate, one of these fuckers has been with me at all times. I can’t get a moment of alone time. Shit, Carter even follows me into the washroom. We’ve gone to physical blows over it, and even though he’s sporting the bruises from our last altercation, nothing deters him.
It’s been another two weeks, and still, we have no word on Mateo. He’s been missing for six weeks at this point. No one wants to say it out loud, but the chances that this was a kidnapping for ransom and he is still alive are unlikely. They would have reached out by now with their demands, yet we have heard nothing. My heart aches with the thought that he might actually be gone and I am never going to see him again.
Vincent Saint-Lambert is still on the loose, but he’s hurt. One of Diego’s men managed to shoot him in the shoulder the last time he was spotted three hours north of Casbury, that was a week ago. Diego and Manuel have concentrated their search in that direction, trying to smoke him out, but we have had no leads as of yet. We don’t even know if he has anything to do with Mateo’s capture or if someone else is on the board. One more of Vincent’s associates has been found, this time in a national park an hour south of here, with his throat slashed. That brings the total to five dead assholes in five weeks. With each one found, Theo retreats further into himself. His rages increase and his fuse shortens until even the lightest thing sets him off. We are all worried about him; no one wants to be alone in space with him when he goes off.
Once again, the worry of who is out there killing off known associates of Vincent Saint-Lambert weighs on my shoulders. There are so many unknowns and questions we don’t have the answers to. Right now, we are sitting tight, here in lockdown in my home like prisoners, without even knowing who we are afraid of. That knowledge grates on my nerves and causes rage to fill my bloodstream continuously. At this point, I, too, am ready to explode at the slightest provocation, and unfortunately, look who is inhabiting my inner sanctum, a bunch of possessive, demanding alphaholes.
You’re behaving like a spoiled brat, my mind seethes. Fuck! I know I am. I’m climbing the walls here in my glass prison. The stress and confinement are not only getting to me; it’s getting to all of us. Raegan has been losing it daily on Finn, Carter, and Theo. My sister wants to head back to Manhattan, but my grandmother has vetoed that option, so she spends her days either sulking around or when Diego is here giving him moon eyes.I’m ready to knock both their reckless heads together.
Finn has been on edge for days, more of those messages have been appearing in different parts of the house. Really, let’s be honest; that’s the only source of amusement I currently have in my confinement. Watching either Raegan or Isabella mess with him and put him on edge brings me small joy. I’m not a hundred percent sure which one of them is doing it, but my money’s on Raegan. Of the two, she’s the one more inclined to torture these kings along with me. My ride-or-die may look innocent and sweet, but she holds grudges like nobody’s business.
Although I’m locked up here tight, it hasn’t stopped me from moving pieces on the board. I’m still in the loop with what is happening at Casbury Prep and in town. The mice have tried to play, while their queen is away. Reports of some of the families rising and trying to seize control of the school have made their way to me. Poor misguided souls, thinking I can’t still get to them because I’m not present.
To combat the rising power struggle and not lose control of everything I have worked so hard to establish, I sent out some vicious, destructive reminders that my reach is long. I may not be there, but I am still ruling. I’ve left an unwilling Jessie as my proxy, ensuring that he keeps everyone in line at Casbury Prep and awaiting their reigning queen’s return. No one there is aware other than Jessie that we are dealing with the fall of a king. I don’t trust those fools not to create an uprising.
“What the fuck is this, Mia?” Theo storms into the office and up to me with his phone in his hand. The vein on the side of his temple is doing jumping jacks. Here we go; he’s about to go all domineering alphasshole on me again. A thrill soars through my blood at the prospect of him losing control. Of the three kings currently relegated to confinement with me, he keeps avoiding me as much as possible. I mean to change that. The more he distances himself from me, the more I plan to be right in his face, ensuring that he can’t.
“Please don’t shove your phone in my face, Theo, unless you want me to break your damn arm. I have no idea what you’re referring to.” I hold my ground, my face a blank slate of emotion. As much as I push him and cause turbulent emotions to spill from him, he does the same to me. We are a violent storm, constantly clashing together and causing havoc whenever we are in each other’s space.
“You could try Mia, and I could have you on your knees with my cock down your throat for doing so. Do. Not. Test. Me.” His hand reaches out and skates across the front of my neck, a warning.
“Tell me why, I’m seeing destruction at the school, Mia? Why has Jessie been established as a King of Casbury in our absences? You want to add to your already full harem here, Mia?” His fingers wrap around my neck and squeeze, not tight enough for me to lose my breath, but I wouldn’t put it past him. Theo, filled with jealousy, makes my blood sing.
“You think we are going to share you with anyone else Mia? It’s bad enough you signed yourself away to Diego, but mark my words little queen, I will murder you with my bare hands before I let him take you for a wife.” His dark midnight eyes glow with fury and his warm breath skates over my lips. He is so intoxicating like this, angry and volatile, it makes me want to give in to whatever his demands are, but it also makes me want to provoke him to see him lose complete control.
“Don’t make threats, Theo; you hold no power here.” A smirk tips my lips. I know I am playing a dangerous game, goading him into further fits of rage and hoping he loses control—the insane part of me wanting him to unleash his wrath. Theo has barely been holding on, his prized control slipping and, as of yet, unattainable.
He doesn’t respond, but his eyes light at the challenge I’m throwing down. His fingers tighten painfully on my throat, and before I can react, his foot is sweeping my legs, and I’m crashing down hard to my knees. His tight grip around my neck is the only thing holding me up from falling on my face. The air is trapped in my throat, and my face is reddening with the inability to breathe. I grab onto his wrist and try to dislodge his hold, but it only causes him to tighten his fingers further. I use my closed fist to repeatedly punch at his kneecap until I feel it starting to buckle. He drags his other hand viciously through my hair, tangling his fingers through my matted strands and pulling a bunch of them out before my long hair is wrapped around his wrist, and he’s holding my head immobile.
“You may think you own us, Mia, but we are no longer your prisoners. We are willing captives. We stay and obey because we choose to. Not because you dictate it.” His whole body is locked up tight, muscles bunched, and veins raised in his neck and forearms. The picture of strength and destruction; he reminds me of old paintings depicting Vikings going marauding. He will destroy and pillage where he wants to, and no one will stop him. “Your sweet little pussy may keep me captive here Mia, but your threats no longer work. I am yours, but you forget yourself. You are also mine. I crawled out of hell for you.”
I try to gain my feet and push him back, but he puts more pressure on my hair, yanking my head back until my neck is bowed. “Undo my pants and take my cock out.” His expression is stern, and a flush rises along his cheeks. My eyes meet the erection straining in his pants. I want to refuse his order; it chafes on me to do anything he demands. I can feel the dampening in my panties and my nipples hardening, though, and my needy core is begging me to obey.
Theo being in total control and behaving like a possessive, demanding alpha is a huge turn-on for me. He brings out the feelings I keep tucked away, the ones that want to be owned by him, dominated, and made to beg. I would never voice those needs out loud, but that’s the thing with Theo; I don’t need to. He knows how to play my body like a fine-tuned instrument. One he uses against me at every opportunity.
“Take out my cock Mia; I will not ask you again.”
I slide the palm of my hand across his hard erection, and a grunt leaves his lips. Reaching up to his waist, I run my finger along the skin at the waist of his low-lying jeans, letting my nails rake across the silky skin and hard muscle. When I reach the button, I release it and pull his zipper down. His hard cock is straining behind the fabric of the blue boxers he’s wearing. I part the sides of his pants and let my fingers slide over his hardness until a moan leaves his lips. “Good girl, now take him out and stroke him.”
My eyes meet his; there’s a storm brewing behind his eyes. One that promises that he’s going to make it hurt so good. It has me complying with his demand and my core clenching down on emptiness. I grab both sides of his pants and drag them down his hips and over his tight ass, pulling the boxers down until they expose his glorious hard dick. He releases his tight hold on my throat, and air rushes back in. My mouth makes a gasping noise that has him groaning and his cock twitching. “You make the prettiest sounds when I stop you from breathing.”
I run the tip of my thumb along the crown of his cock. It’s weeping tears of precum and throbs at my touch. “Tighten your grip and stroke me,” Theo demands as he sucks his bottom lip. His face is contorted with a mixture of desire and agony. I know he is fighting his own needs, still not trusting the touch of others, not trusting my touch not to hurt him.
My eyes look away from him to the open doorway of the office, anyone could walk by. Any one of the other captives in this house could walk in at any second and see me on my knees for this king of Casbury. The thought has my core tightening painfully.Do I want someone to watch me with Theo?You dirty whore, you like it when the others watch, my mind whispers.
