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I didn’t ask to be accosted, then arrested, then kidnapped off the street. I didn’t ask to be drugged, then damn near raped. How dare he assume I went looking for trouble? He should have known me better. I avoided that shit like the plague. I wasn’t some damsel in distress. I wasn’t weak and I sure as hell didn’t roll over for any asshole.
Steeling my resolve, I narrowed my eyes. “You fucking prick. How dare you? Instead of asking me what happened, you’ve already condemned me. Well, fuck you, buddy. As soon as I’m free, I’m taking York and hiring a lawyer. I’m going to file for permeant custody of my son. You can just deal with weekends and two weeks out of the summer. I’m done with this shit, and I’m done with you.”
Montana chuckled. “Think again, bitch. You aren’t going anywhere, ever again. What part of locking you down didn’t you understand?”
“You keep me chained to this bed and I’ll make your life a living fucking hell. I’m not some damn dog you can punish for chewing on your shoes. I’m a fucking human being who’s been through hell, not that you give a damn. And just so you know, you fucking piece of shit, I didn’t go looking for trouble. It found me!”
Montana sighed, getting to his feet with my son. Saying nothing more, he walked out of the room, leaving me chained to the bed.
I was going to kill him.
Moments later, he returned, locking the door behind him. Pure rage filled his eyes as he stalked towards me, removing his shirt.
Oh, fuck no.
I knew that fucking look.
He was fucking crazier than the jackass that kidnapped me right off the street if he thought I would submit.
If he thought I was going to allow what I knew was about to happen, happen, he had another thing coming.
When he kneeled on the end of the bed and crawled towards me, I looked him dead in the eye and firmly whispered. “RED.”
He stopped immediately.
Yeah, two could play this game.
Montana may enjoy living his life on the dangerous side, but I didn’t. I could be submissive in bed, but only if the mood suited me and right now, there was no fucking way I would submit to anyone.
Especially him.
Motherfucker was on my shit list, and I wanted nothing to do with him. I didn’t say anything else as he got off the bed and removed my cuffs. Sitting up in the bed, I rubbed my wrist as he paced the room like a caged animal.
All thanks to one word.
One little word and everything stopped.
I knew I pushed him past his breaking point, but I wasn’t going to allow him to steamroll over me for something I had no control over. Calmly, I began, “After spending the day with your mom and the Rejects, they dropped me off at the apartment. Your mom asked if York could stay the night and I agreed. I hadn’t had a night to myself since before he was born and was looking forward to soaking in a hot bath with a good book. Only that didn’t happen because when I walked into the apartment, there were two bikers there waiting for me. They asked if I was your bitch. I lied to them, but they didn’t care. They grabbed for me. I fought them off and ran. Once outside, I found two police officers. Running to them for help did me no good because they laughed at me. Thought I was making shit up. The next thing I knew, officer asshole got handsy and grabbed my ass, so I slapped him. They arrested me and charged me with assaulting a police officer, then they threw me into a holding cell. No phone call. Nothing. There, I saw Megan. A former girl of Storm’s. She recognized me. I spent the entire night in jail, Montana. The only reason I’m still not there is because Megan’s pimp, Robbie, posted my bail. I tried offering him money for his trouble, but he wanted something else from me. After drugging me, I woke up in that warehouse. The rest, you know. I didn’t run. I didn’t embarrass you on purpose. I had a shit weekend, and all I wanted was a bath, which I still haven’t had. So, if you want to condemn me, blame me for what happened, then go ahead because I’m too fucking tired to care.”
Getting to my feet, I headed for his bathroom. Turning on the water in the tub, I leaned over the sink and took a good look at myself. I looked like shit. I had a few bruises on my arms, and a nice goose egg at my temple, but other than that, I was relatively unscathed.
Could have been worse.
Taking off the T-shirt I was wearing, I stepped into the hot bath and gently lowered my aching body. Sighing loudly as the hot water soothed my sore body. Leaning my head back, I closed my eyes and just tried to forget about everything that happened.
Sometime later, I came awake to his hands in my hair as he massaged my shampoo into my scalp. Moaning, I leaned forward, giving him better access. He didn’t say a word, nor did I expect him to. Montana rarely apologized for his actions, even when he knew he was wrong, and he was really wrong this time.
Reaching for a cup, he filled it with water and carefully poured it over my head, taking special care not to get the soap in my eyes. Once rinsed, he grabbed my conditioner and started the process over again.
“When I got home, all I thought about was seeing you and York. Instead, I walked in to find a fussy baby and you missing. I didn’t think, Tessa. When I learned where you were, I thought the worst. My anger took over and for that alone, I am sorry. Besides York, you are the only person on earth that I will move mountains to protect, and I couldn’t do that. I felt useless, something I’ve never felt before.”
“I understand you felt scared. I was too, but Montana, that doesn’t give you the right to take it out on me. You say you want more, that you want to marry me, but how will we work if you fly off the handle every time something goes wrong? I’m sorry, Montana, but I won’t fight you for the next fifty years.”
“I don’t want that either.”
“You left, Montana. I get it was club business and I don’t want to know, but you could have texted me, telling me you were going to be away. I tried calling you.”
“I didn’t get any calls,” he said, stopping the massage on my head.
