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Oblivious to my thoughts, he reaches down, brushing a piece of hair from my face. It makes me want to vomit, so I tear away from his touch.
He laughs under his breath before he turns to Scarlett. “Show the doctor in.” I hear the door open before it closes again, but I don’t tear my gaze from his. “I know you don’t believe me, but I am sorry I have to do this. I’ll try to ensure it is as pain-free as possible,” he says, his voice gentle and at odds with what he’s planning to do to me. “This will be over soon, and once it is, you and I will start our life together.”
CHAPTER24
RAGE
My head is throbbing in time with the slow pulsing of my heart, and I ache all over, but it’s nothing compared to the fear suffocating me as I stare at Skye’s small frame strapped to that disgusting bed. Her legs are trapped in those same devices they’d used in the hospital to examine her internally, but her thighs are strapped down, stopping her from moving. From the position I’m in, I have a full view between her legs, as does the rest of the room, and I’m thankful she still has on those fucking pink leggings. Seeing she is still dressed eases some of the panic blooming through my chest, especially as I take in her hands chained over her head.
I don’t know who this man is, but he seems to know her. And when his fingers reach out to brush her hair off her face, I can’t stop the growl that sounds deep in my throat.
I thrash against my bindings, trying to loosen them, but the rope is tight around my wrists, my feet, and also my chest. The movement makes my vision splinter briefly, pain slicing through my skull.
I suck in breath through my teeth, trying to stave off the wave of dizziness that leaves me feeling like the floor is moving beneath me.
I need to snap out of it. If I’m going to save us, I need to be alert, but my surroundings are fuzzy, like paint that has dripped down a canvas. I shake my head, trying to clear my vision, as the door opens and a woman about my age steps in with an older man.
He seems nervous, clutching a dark holdall to him like a lifeline. His eyes dart around, taking in both me and Skye, and his brows draw together.
“How long will it take?” the man asks him.
“Um…” The older man’s looks towards Skye before coming back to him. “I wasn’t aware of the circumstances of this procedure.”
“Tommy, don’t do this.” I hear the fear in Skye’s voice, and it twists my insides.
The older man backs up just a step, but the other guy, who I assume is Tommy, grabs him by the front of his shirt. “No backing out, doc. We had a deal. All your shit goes away once you do this.”
The doctor licks his lips, sweat beading on his forehead and beneath his nose. “I thought this was a consensual procedure.”
The girl rolls her eyes. “It is.”
“But… the patient is tied down. It’s unethical.”
Tommy grabs his face, squeezing so hard, he makes his lips form a pout between his fingers. “You’re not here to think or worry about ethics. Do the fucking procedure. I don’t want any sign of that fucking thing left in her.”
He shoves the doctor towards the bed, and he stumbles over his feet but doesn’t move to do anything.
“If you touch her, I’ll rip your heart out.” I level the threat at the doctor, though he’s not the person I should be saying this to. He is as much a victim in this as we are.
The doctor’s face blanches, and I see the realisation dawning that he has put himself in the middle of something he has no chance of winning.
Tommy gets bored of waiting and shoves the doctor onto a stack of crates positioned at the foot of the bed between Skye’s open legs.
I tug on my ropes again, ignoring the burn as they rub my skin so hard, blood trickles down my wrists.
I want to lose my shit, let that dark monster out of the box that I have tried so hard to keep locked, but that is not how I save us. I need to think logically, rationally, and formulate a plan. There will be time to live up to my name once Skye is back in my arms, protected.
There have been times in my life when I’ve felt completely helpless and alone. Since joining the club, those moments have become less frequent. My brothers are always at my side, watching my back. The feelings I have in this moment are completely foreign. There’s no help coming. There’s only me standing between Skye and whatever the fuck is about to happen.
And I can’t move.
“How long will it take?” Tommy repeats the question he asked moments ago.
“I don’t think—”
The punch is so hard, the doctor nearly falls off the crate. The sound of flesh meeting flesh reverberates around the room, and I almost feel sorry for the poor fucker. He doesn’t want to be here any more than we do.
“How far along are you?” The doctor directs this question at Skye.
