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Chapter16
I‘ll kill them
Grayson
She tenses but doesn’t look at me as I stare at her back. It’s scarred. Deeply. All over. How did I not know this?
Come to think of it, she always wears her back covered, never in revealing shirts. Yes, she wears dresses, but not ones that dip low enough to show this much skin.
“Avani.” I say her name and reach for her. She flinches at my touch but doesn’t move otherwise. “Who did that to you?” I try to ask in a more calming voice, but I know I fail. I’m fucking furious this happened to her. That someone hurt her.
Who would try to ruin a woman so perfect?
And that’s what she is—perfect.
“I should go. I need to head to the police station,” she finally says, attempting to get up. As soon as she stands at the end of the bed, I am in front of her, my hand on her waist.
“The scars are old…so who did that?”
She looks up at me with those cunning eyes, the same ones that saw through me from the very beginning, and she pushes me away. “I’m not your charity case to fix, Grayson. We fucked. Don’t bring more into it than that.” She pushes away, and I have to contain my outrage as I watch her dress.
“My lawyer will meet you there,” I tell her, reaching for my phone and sending him a message. He replies straight away he is on his way.
“What if he’s busy?” she asks, sliding her shirt on and covering the marks I will get to the bottom of.
“He will meet you there. Don’t say a thing without him.” She nods, pulling up her skirt as she attempts to walk out, but I catch her wrist. “Wait, I’ll drive you.”
Avani pulls her hand free. “You’ve already caused enough damage for one day, don’t you think,” she says angrily as she hurries out, not giving me a chance to catch her this time.
As soon as she is gone, I call my brother, Jake, and he answers immediately.
“What did they do to her?” I blurt.
“You’ve seen the scars,” he replies without saying hello.
“Yes, I saw them.” I run a hand through my hair, tugging at the roots. “How did you see them?” I growl.
“Calm the fuck down. I saw them when I found her.” Jake pauses, and I know what he’s about to ask before he does. “Why do you care?” I hear rustling in the background. “Are you fucking her?”
“That’s none of your concern.”
“She was known as a runner. They belted her because she always tried to run away,” he informs me, then hangs up.
Well, fuck.
Getting dressed, I head to the police station and wait outside. It’s a good thirty minutes before she walks out with the lawyer. He nods to me and heads down the sidewalk as she stops in front of me, looking beyond bothered that I’m here.
“I called Jake,” I tell her, and her expression morphs as the meaning of what I’m saying sinks in.
Her eyes narrow, and she leans in, hissing, “You had no right asking him.”
“You weren’t going to tell me,” I point out.
“Because it’s in the past, and I would like to forget about it,” she says, moving toward her car.
“Some things can’t be forgotten,” I reply with frustration in my voice. I wouldn’t have had to call Jake if she would’ve told me herself.
She swings around, walking backward as she glares at me.
