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He curses under his breath and grabs my hand. My shoulder aches from the pull and he throws me on the bed. I bite into his hand and he backhands me again. I spit the blood in his face and look at him. “Come near me, and I will make you regret it.”
He tugs at his pants, pulling his dick out, pushing himself on top of me. I am cornered, but I scratch at his arm. He lunges for me but is quickly yanked away.
“Enough,” my father says, guilt flashing in his eyes.
They stare each other down. Delaney tucks himself back in his pants, threading his fingers through his thinning hair as if to compose himself. At the door, he says over his shoulder,
“He’s leaving, and then no one can save you again.”
I breathe a small sigh of relief, and my father’s face contorts into so many emotions.
“What, Father? Didn’t you know he was going to do this to me?”
He cups his neck before he leaves, and I allow tears to roll down my face. A few minutes later, the bed dips. “I’m going to put on some pain relief cream.”
I nod, almost desensitized as if suddenly all the survival mode has been switched off.
I hiss at the contact. “Why do you hate me so much?”
“Because of her.”
“But I am also half yours.” I’ve heard my mom so often praying silently that neither Cam nor I take after him.
Guilt flashes through his eyes, but he continues applying soothing cream. “You lost both of your children because of your hate.”
“I lost everything, Aurora.”
“Do you know where Chiara is?”
“It’s only you on the boat.”
My heart hurts, thinking something happened to my best friend.
When he’s done, I scoot away, the pain rippling below the surface.
This is not over, just a small reprieve, and terror grips my chest as if claws are ripping it open.
I can hear a helicopter nearby, feeding my starving soul some much-needed hope, only for it to disintegrate when the door opens again.
The cargo jet finally lands in Florida, in the private, secluded airport where no public transportation takes place. I run down the stairs and straight to the jeeps waiting on the tarmac.
“I have to look after someone,” Hayden says, heading to the second one. This comes as a surprise for someone who did everything to help get Aurora back. Fine by me.
“I’m coming with you,” says Cato, and Cameron hops in the car with me.
“We’ll follow you in the chopper shortly,” Hayden says and drives off.
We speed toward the ocean, and I already see the submarine in the water when we park. I am coming, Aurora.
Cameron clasps my shoulders and says, “We’re going to find her.”
Finding Aurora is not my concern because I will find her. In the last few hours, all I did was watch the tracking device, but in what condition am I going to find her is what concerns me. Fury surges through my veins, a raging hell unleashing within me. They will pay for this.
We run toward the submarine, with our ten best men,following behind us.
The door seals and I ask the captain, “How long till we get there?”
“Thirty minutes.”
