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Hope springs into my chest, but it dies immediately when I see her crestfallen face.
“Are... are they sleeping?”
More tears well in her eyes as she shakes her head.
“Your mama stopped moving the day after they cut off her hand. Mama stopped moving three days ago. The mean men hurt her really bad after cutting off some of her fingers, too.”
“Futtenfarter,” I mutter under my breath. Drae’s going to be so devastated.
The sound of a grate above us scraping over the floor has her eyes widening in fear.
Footsteps echo down the stairs and from the sound, it almost sounds like dress shoes.
A face appears on the other side of my door through the barred window and I scowl.
“Bruce,” I spit.
If he’s surprised that I know his real name, he doesn’t show it.
“Now, now, Precious, that’s no way to meet your future husband,” he purrs, and my scowl deepens.
“You aren’t my husband and willneverbe my husband.”
“Not yet, and with that biker scum now out of the way, you’re free to be where you belong. With me. Your marriage has been dissolved and soon, you’ll be my wife.”
“You’re nuts if you think I’ll marry you. I’m never divorcing Timber.”
He chuckles. “Well, see now, Precious, that’s where you’re wrong. He’s already submitted his paperwork and is having fun with his new fiancée now that you’re out of the picture.”
Bruce fiddles with his phone before turning it around for me to see and my stomach roils at seeing Liam fucking another woman. But then the woman’s voice comes over the video.
Gigi.
Liam has never been with Gigi, though. My gaze cuts to his chest and I smirk.
“Seems you got played, Bruce. Either that or you didn’t count on two things. One, I know Timber hasn’t been with Gigi in any sense—sexually or orally. And two, that is a video that’s been pieced together and hodge-podged. Not to mention, it’s an older video of Timber. See, he’s had some new artwork done which isn’t in that video. The fact that my name is now inked on his skin, tells me he’s not going to be giving me up without a fight,” I say with a smirk.
His face turns red, and he backhands me, hard, before grasping my jaw to the point where I know I’ll have bruises.
“I’ll teach you some respect, girl, if it’s the last thing I do. It’s bad enough you ran away, but then you let that biker scum in between your legs, taking what was my right to take. I paid for you outright you fucking bitch, and you will be mine,” he hisses and steps out into the hallway, only to come back with a flogger. This one, though, has pronged tips that I know are going to hurt like hell.
He steps behind me, and immediately a cry escapes when it lands, even though I try not to let it out.
I’m not sure how much time passes when Bruce finally stops.
He comes around in front of me and grips my chin again, hard, and I glare at him.
He grins. “So defiant. I look forward to breaking your spirit.”
I spit and grin when it lands on his face. “Fuck you. You will never break me.”
His hand grasps my throat and squeezes. I pull on my restraints, trying to get away from him, but stop when I hear the metal groan above me right as the door opens up on top.
Bruce releases me, and I start coughing when I inhale sharply.
“Boss, they’re here,” a man says as he stops just outside my door.
Even though black dots are dancing across my vision, I try to catalogue him, burning his image into my memory.
