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“You broke my fucking nose,” he growls as I try to breathe, hands on Cam’s waist, his body a wall that protects me. Any thought of not trusting him falls away, my life in his hands now, my allegiance to him and only him. Somehow, he broke into this church and found me, against all odds. What are the chances he could do that? It must have taken all his grit, all his resolve, every bit of cleverness and hard work to figure out where I escaped to.
How could he possibly know I’d be here?
And yet he must. He knows Makiah is part of our world. Somehow, he figured it out.
Which means he is my true husband and king.
I’ll never, ever doubt him again.
“You’re lucky I didn’t break your dick. Paigelynn,” Cam says over his shoulder. “Did he rape you?”
“No.”
“Touch you sexually in any way?”
“He – he told me I had to disrobe, To show him my mark. To prove I was the princess.”
Cam snorts as Makiah seethes across the desk, using his shirt cuff to press against his broken nose, blood blooming on the fine cotton. It wicks, spreading up, as if Cam cut off his hand.
“You fucking know who she is. She never had to prove anything to you. You get your jollies off? Got your dick nice and hard? Was it worth it, Makiah? Other men have been shot dead on sight for touching her like you just did.”
“I’m not other men. Neither are you.”
“That’s right. Why risk it all so you can get your dick wet?”
“I never did anything to defile her.”
“No, you just wanted to toy with her. Play a little. Let me guess, Paigelynn – he was going for under the panties?”
How does Cam know these things?
“Yes.”
Makiah’s mouth goes flat. “But I didn’t.”
“Only because I interrupted you! Stopped you!”
“You’re the one who let her escape.”
I stare at them both, the reality of the situation seeping in. Makiah and Cam know each other. Of course they do. Two of the most powerful men in the world hold my fate in their hands.
But how did Makiah know it was Cam who took me away?
CHAPTERSIX
Cam
Her warm little hands are on my waist, and I can hear her panting back there, terrified.
Walking into this room to find her in a bra, panties, and socks, being touched by that sleazy bastard was like blinking and finding yourself in a hellscape.
Of course she ran straight for Rooney’s church. The damn powers that be loved to parade around how important Rooney is in the eyes of “the gods.” Paigelynn had been branded by him, for fuck’s sake, so when I stopped for gas she must have seen the billboard with his pompous mug on it and decided to sacrifice Winnie for the sake of freedom.
Freedom fromme.
I give her credit. She’s good. I never would have thought she had it in her to use her dog as a decoy to escape. Paigelynn is so attached to that little furball.
But she did it.
