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Jade kicks me in the face. My cheekbone feels like it’s splitting into a million pieces. Blood spurts out of my nose, pouring onto the side of my face.
Then she does it again.
I feel it on my cheek, my lips, my temple. The side of my head.
I can’t do anything while she beats the shit out of me to make sure I don’t escape.
After what feels like ages of Jade beating me up—but must have been less than a minute—I can’t move anymore. I’m stuck on my back, blood pouring down my throat from my nose and my bloody mouth. My face has fallen to the side, my cheek against the floor.
I’m not crying anymore. I have no choice but to accept my situation. I feel Jade straddle me, but I don’t look. I already glanced at the cutter she was holding, and I don’t want to see it again. At best, she will carve a Kings’ crown on my neck. The other option is her cutting an artery.
“You’re gonna love your new scar,” she sneers above me. “You’ve been trying to get under our skin by fucking Caden. Now we’re getting under yours.”
If only she knew how much Caden is already under my skin. How he slithered his way through my veins and poisoned my heart.
I didn’t ask for it, and yet I took it willingly. Every time he hurt me and scared me, I allowed him to steal a part of me and keep it to himself. Every time he stepped over a new line, I followed with excitement in my heart.
He lured me in, kept me to himself, and I begged him to never let me go.
Now I’m paying the price for my stupidity.
My eyes are practically swollen shut from the beating, and I can’t do anything but look to the side where my head has fallen. I feel the cut into my neck. I feel Jade writhing from the pleasure of hurting me and my inability to do anything about it.
I know how it feels because I did it to her.
I can barely feel the pain; everything is mixed into one horrifying numbing feeling. Something catches my eye, though. On the floor, not far from me, are the bags that were in my car.
The exact bags the Wolves put in there and were stolen.
“It was you,” I whisper past my swollen lips. “You set me up…”
They stole the bags, so I would have to come here. So they could attack me.
And I fell for it like the fucking idiot I am.
“Yeah, we did,” she says so effortlessly. “Just to show you how much Cade doesn’t give a shit about you. Where is he now that we got you all to ourselves, huh? He’s not coming to save you. He’s too busy fucking someone else right now.”
I pass out before she’s even finished carving my skin. Maybe I’m dying, I don’t know.
I don’t care anymore.
My shoulder shakes, and my entire body screams in pain.
“Little Scott. Come on.”
This time someone grabs my jaw and turns my head left and right. “You’re not dead, so fucking wake up.”
Slowly, I attempt to open my eyes. They’re swollen, sticky.
I can feel the side of my neck burning, and I bring my hand to it, hissing from the searing pain when I touch the crusted blood.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t touch that if I were you.”
Two hands help me sit up, and I try to open my eyes again. My left one is swollen shut, but the right one seems fine. I look at the person helping me and almost fall back down from shock.
“Ethan?” I rasp.
“Don’t get too excited. I’m just getting you out of here.”
