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“You haven’t been too keen on the whole sharing thing,” he pointed out.
“I still am not,” I snapped back. “And neither were you!”
“But you sure were sharing that night,” Atticus cut in, a glint in his eye.
“What on earth are you talking about?” My voice rose in anger as a flush of embarrassment spread across my cheeks.
“You were enjoying it when I stroked your dick, got hard as a rock in my palm.” Augustus gaped at the both of us. “And we both fucked her,” he added, a sly smile appearing on his face.
“Oh, fuck off!” I exclaimed. He was seriously pissing me off. I didn’t want to talk about this; it was just another thing I was ashamed about. I wished our first time was different. More intimate. Less…Atticus.
“Good times, indeed,” he said, an amused gleam reflecting in his eyes.
My gaze bore into him as I spat, “I’ll cut your dick off and shove it down your throat if you don’t shut the fuck up.”
His grin stretched wider as he drawled, “If you’re this sensitive about it, next time I’ll just bind your wrists while I have my way with her. Have you ever been tied up, Leo? It can be quite fun. I know you like to watch me eat her out.” The thought of Atticus between her legs made me insane, burning with jealousy and anger. He watched me for a moment before speaking again, this time his tone softer. “She fucking loves you, you know. It’s the only reason I put up with you.”
“I love her too,” I whispered. “But maybe I don’t love her enough. If I loved her, I wouldn’t have let anything get in the way of that.”
Atticus scrutinized me with a calculating gaze, as if attempting to read my mind. “You love her plenty enough. And you’ll do whatever it takes to get her back,” he said with a hint of challenge in his voice.
I clenched my fists and met his eyes without flinching, determined not to show any sign of weakness. “You’re right. I’m not giving up,” I growled.
The intensity in the room was obvious as I moved closer to him, my gaze locked with his. With a deep breath, I let my gaze drift down to his lips as I murmured, “I can’t give up. I need to make things right for Christine.”
The air around us seemed to crackle with electricity as I reached out and rested my hand on his arm. He glanced down and grabbed my fingers fiercely before releasing them just as quickly. His voice was barely above a whisper as he said, “We’ll find a way out of here, and you’ll have your chance to make things right.”
“The two of you have some intense sexual tension, and I did not have that on my dying-in-a-dungeon bingo card,” Augustus said while peering at us.
I scoffed and pulled back, shocked at myself. “We do not. We both love Christine. And if we don’t get out of here, then we’ll die before I get the chance to show her just how much.”
“I’m not going to die,” Atticus growled. “I have to live for Christine. For my family business. For everything I’ve worked so hard to build.”
Atticus was right. Even though we were in pretty bad shape physically, the main thing was our freedom. If we worked together, I was sure we could all survive this.
The silence stretched for a moment, and I thought about everything. My mother was probably worried sick. I didn’t even know how many of my men had died in the attack. My thoughts weighed heavily on my soul, and I couldn’t stop obsessing over how trapped we were.
“Atticus,” I whispered, barely recognizing my own voice. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I considered the consequences of my own foolishness. “If you get out, can you tell my mother I’m sorry? I didn’t want them to get involved in this mess I created. Please, just let her know that I regret everything,” I pleaded.
His somber gaze bore into me as he responded in a hushed whisper, “Anything else?”
I cleared my throat. “There’s money in a jar in the kitchen. Tell her to get as far away from here as possible and not to look back. I only have a couple thousand dollars saved up, but she needs to go. I don’t want anything to happen to her or my sister.”
Atticus nodded. “I’ll see what I can do.”
More time passed. We mostly remained silent, waiting for something to happen. Waiting to hear word about Christine. It wasn’t until two guards approached our cell that we all perked up.
“Atticus DuPont?”
Atticus looked up at the guard. “Yes, that’s me.”
The other guard unlocked our cell. “Hardly recognized you under all that blood and dirt. Time to go. Your father wants you to get cleaned up for the meeting.”
“What meeting?”
The guard looked at us, then back at Atticus. “The lords are bowing to Lady Abernathy today. He wants you there when the lords swear their allegiance to her.”
Atticus looked at me and Augustus. “Of course,” he choked out. This felt like a trap or something worse, but if he was getting out of this damn cell, then that meant he had more opportunities to flee.
