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I sigh, “You gave me the information. I’m going to end this quickly as your reward.”
Immediately, bad guy begins pulling on the cuffs, trying to get free. He never will.
I push his head back and slit his throat.
Grabbing a more powerful knife, I prepare to sever his head to hand deliver it to my father’s porch. If he thinks he’s going to fuck with me now, he’s mistaken.
When I left ten years ago, after he took the only thing that mattered to me, I never returned. I was a boy then, that could easily be controlled. Not anymore. Today, I’m a man. A ruthless man that gets off on the torture I put others through. He may not know that now, but he will learn.
This message I’m sending him will either end his interest in my life or escalate things. I’m hoping it’s the latter because I’d enjoy nothing more than killing the asshole who stole my girl out from under me.
CHAPTER TWO
JADE
This basement has been my hell for three years, but my hell began long before that. People use the word hell far too easily.The line at Target was hell. The kids have put me through hell today. If this is heaven, I’ll take hell.People are dramatic like that. When I say this place has been my hell, I mean it. I’m kept chained to the wall. I don’t get free for anything. I eat my small amount of meals chained to this fucking wall. My bathroom is a metal bucket that sits on the floor beside me. I have just enough length of chain that I can sit on the cold concrete beneath me. I can’t relax, however, my arms don’t reach my sides, they stay suspended in air, held by the shackles that keep me in place. I haven’t had a shower in so long, I don’t remember what it’s like. Trig uses a hose to wash me off. He squirts dish soap on me and rinses it. I am permitted to wash my hair once a month. No hairbrush. I use my fingers to brush it as much as I can with my arms restrained.
Trig tells me daily, I don’t matter. I know I don’t. I haven’t mattered sinceheabandoned me, never to return. Love is the cruelest of all lies. This hell began seven years before Trig bought me from an auction. Before I was Trig’s prisoner, I was Craig’s.
The basement door opens, and I stare at the floor. I know what’s next. It happens frequently. It’s the same as always, his shirt is off before he stops in front of me.
“Miss me, whore?”
I don’t respond because he’s not worth my words, even though I know he’ll hit me. Normally, it’s a backhand, but today, he pulls his arm back and punches me in the face. My head moves back with force, hitting the brick wall behind me. I bite my lip to suppress the cry aching to escape until the metallic taste of blood fills my mouth. The headache is instantaneous. The sound of his belt buckle being undone echoes from the walls. He takes his pants off as I force myself to take a look. Trig removes his belt from his dress pants and hits me so many times I lose count. The belt always hurts. When he hits me with the buckle, it’s so intense a whimper escapes every time. He loves that. Dropping the belt, he smiles, “Let’s try again. Miss me, whore?”
“Yes,” I bite through gritted teeth.
Grabbing my throat, he slams my body into the wall and forces himself inside me. It’s nothing new. It doesn’t have the same effect it once did. I’m an empty vessel. My only use is his pleasure. My emotions don’t matter to anyone. I’m not a person anymore. I ceased to exist ten years ago.
I’m lost in the darkness that takes over my brain when I hear banging followed by heavy footsteps on the stairs. Several men come down the stairs and grab Trig. All of them are muscular, dressed in black, and two of them are attacking Trig. One of them turns and stares into my face. All the breath escapes my lungs.
I never expected to see him again. Why is he here? What’s he going to do to me? Hunter Hayden hates me more than anyone. It’s all based on lies. He doesn’t know how I ended up marrying his father, only that I did. For a man so in love with me, he walked away without a fight. For years, I waited for him to return and find out what his father was doing to me. I fantasized about him saving me. He didn’t. My first love didn’t love me like I loved him. I married a monster to save his life. He never fought for me like I did for him. Hunter ruined my life and shattered my heart on the same day. As long as I live, I will never forgive him. He is dead to me.
Hunter
Trig is chained to the wall, and for some reason, I turn to glance at his prisoner. This part of the job never gets easier. Finding women like this is never pleasant. She’s naked and trembling violently, so I glance at her face. Max trained us to look at their faces instead of their naked bodies. Her fear is palpable. I can feel it in my bones. This woman has been badly beaten. Her eyes snap to mine from across the room, and I swear to fucking God, my life flashes before my eyes.
Jade.
Instantly, I have a million questions revolving around how the fuck she ended up chained to this dickheads wall. Right now, she’s in no shape to answer any of them. I rifle through his pants on the floor and find a set of keys that I hope will unlock her easily. Everything she did to me, the way she fucking destroyed me, is on the back burner as I free her from these chains. No woman deserves this least of all my Sassy girl. When I release her, she falls to the ground crying, “No, no, no.”
Taking her in my arms, I say, “It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you.”
Carrying her naked body upstairs, I hold her close to my chest. I don’t want anyone else to see her like this.
Climbing the stairs with her too-thin frame, I walk into a bedroom and find a blanket, lay her in it, covering her up, before I take her back into my arms.
She gazes at me with those blue eyes I haven’t seen in years, but they’re different now. They used to shine with the brightest ocean blue you can imagine. Now, they are dull and filled with so much pain it rips my heart to shreds.
“Please kill me.”
I hold her tighter and kiss her on the forehead, “Shhh, Sassy girl. None of that. It might not seem like it right now, but it’s going to be okay. I’ll never let him hurt you again.”
She looks away at an imaginary spot on the wall, “Where will I go then?”
“I’ll take you home. My father must be frantic.”
I’m a liar. Now that she’s in my arms again, I know I’ll never fucking let her go. I’m taking back what’s mine. I don’t tell her that though. I want to see how she reacts. Somehow, I know my father has done something horrible for her to end up in that basement with Trig. I’m just not sure exactly what it is.
