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“Scarlett.”
Tommy’s voice snaps through the air, making her pause. I lift my gaze over her head to see him standing near the door. We’d been so engrossed in each other that neither of us noticed him enter the room.
She glares at me under heavy brows. “Fuck you, Skye.”
Tommy steps up behind her, his large frame looming over her as he pulls her away from me. “I told you not to come back in here.”
“I must have misunderstood your instructions,” she simpers, sounding like an emptyheaded bimbo when she is anything but. Scarlett is the most devious person I have ever met. She gives me a dark look before she turns and walks out the room.
He waits until she leaves before he turns back to me. “I’m gonna get you down. Don’t try to run.”
I don’t speak as he grabs me around the middle and lifts me off the hook with such ease, it makes me want to smack him in his stupid face.
As he lowers me to the ground, my legs fold beneath me as soon as they touch the concrete. He grips me against him, keeping me in position until my knees are able to lock. My arms are a different story. I can’t lower them, so he has to push them down for me. Pins and needles erupt in my hands, biceps, and shoulders, the nerves firing muddled signals to each other.
I hate doing it, but I lean against him, allowing him to take all my weight. “Why are you taking me down?” I murmur against him as his arms wrap around me tightly.
He doesn’t answer, and Scarlett’s words ring through my brain. I try to pull away, but his arms are like iron bands around me, locking me against him.
“I will kill you if you try to harm my baby,” I threaten, even though we both know my words are empty. There is nothing I can do to him.
He pulls my head against his chest, his fingers stroking over my hair. “I don’t want to hurt you, Skye. This is for your own good. We can start again, put the past behind us.”
I can’t even stand to have him in my space. I never thought I would associate disgust with him. Tommy was everything to me, but now, he’s the monster threatening to take my baby from me.
I shove my bound hands against his chest with every ounce of strength I have, needing him to stop touching me, even if it is only for a second. It’s enough to gain my freedom from him, and I stumble back, my breath tearing out of me.
“I don’t want to put the past behind us, and if you do this, I will never forgive you. I will spend the rest of my life trying to end yours.”
His jaw ticks. I guess he expected this situation to play out differently than it is. “You bonded with that thing. I understand it’s painful what has to happen, but we’ll be stronger for it. Just think, Skye, we can have everything we ever dreamed of. Once I take control from your father and become the head of the Pioneers, you’ll never want for anything.”
He’s lost his mind. This is insanity. My father didn’t get to where he is through luck. He has support, men, money, and means. Tommy has none of those things, and he’s barely even an adult. When I think about the older men in the organisation, I don’t envision them taking orders from someone less than half their age.
“That’s your plan, to become boss?” I laugh, unable to keep the derision out of it. “No one will ever take you seriously, Tommy. You’re just a stupid kid, and I wouldn’t want to stand at your side while you ruin your life.”
His jaw twitches before his hand wraps around my throat, and the maniacal look in his eyes makes my heart race. My legs are weak, and the front I’m trying to deliver crumbles.
He scans my face, his expression weirdly calm as he takes me in.
“Are you scared, Skye?” He rubs the pad of his thumb over my pulse.
“Yes,” I admit.
“Despite your obvious disdain for me, all I have done is love you. And I still do.”
He presses his mouth to mine and my toes curl inside my running shoes, disgust skittering up my spine. I try to shove him away, but he holds my nape so tight, I whimper against his lips. When he finally lets me go, I stumble back, trying to wipe my mouth of his taste.
“Don’t you ever do that again.” I continue to wipe my mouth, feeling violated.
He grabs my arm, his fingers bruising as his brows draw together. “You seem to be under the illusion that you’re able to refuse me.”
I’m under no illusions about anything, but my thoughts are chaotic, my emotions too. I want to unleash my anger on him even as I want to curl into a ball and sob.
I wince as he drags me towards the door, his movements brutal, and I feel the anger in them. “And what about Scarlett? Where the hell does she fit into this?”
He stops, and I bump into his side as he turns to face me. “Scarlett is irrelevant.”
The triumph I feel knowing I was right is short lived. “Then why the charade? Why pretend to want her?”
