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“She got a phone call,” Kellan says. “She rushed out in a hurry.”

“And you just let her go?” I growl.

“She was really scared,” Cal says.

I don’t ask where she went. It’s Sunday—I already know.

Why the hell was she scared, though?

The little bitch is probably worried about getting caught.

Maybe Cal’s hickeywillturn out to be a good thing.

There was a reason I wanted Athelia chained up in the basement, and it wasn’t just to punish her. I didn’t wanthimto ever touch her again.

It only takes me a second to throw on clothes, and then I’m grabbing my keys and heading out the front door. I slam it behind me, hoping to drive home just how fucking pissed I am at the guys.

They never should’ve let her leave, and I should’ve pushed harder to keep her downstairs.

No, not downstairs. With me.

After Kellan called me out on my bullshit, I wanted to strangle him. I hate that he’s right—that I’ve been so hard on Athelia because I resentmyself.

Still, they shouldn’t have let her leave. She just ran straight tohimeven though I told her she belongs to us now.

I grab my helmet, start my bike, and take off down the streets. I need to figure out how I’m going to handle this. It’s not like I can pull her out of his goddamn house, but if she lets him touch her, I’ll lose my fucking shit.

She’s ours now. We made that perfectly clear last night. I don’t care how she feels about it. If I have to, I’ll keep her chained up in our house for the rest of our lives. Maybe not in the basement, but I’m sure as fuck not losing her again.

When I pull up to the house, Athelia’s car is already there. I park behind her.

She’s going to pay for this.

I don’t go inside. No, I head around back like I’ve done countless times before. When I approach the office window, I slow my pace as to not draw attention.

What I see is something I’ve witnessed plenty of times before, but it hits different this morning. My lip curls in disgust at thesight of Athelia bent over his desk. Her panties are discarded on the floor, and Kammes is fucking her from behind.

Athelia’s head rests on the desk, but she’s facing away from the window, so I can’t see her expression. Her wrists are cuffed behind her back, and a spreader bar keeps her legs wide and open for him.

Dammit.

I knew she’d try to go back to him. He probably tells her she’s special and that he’s never fucked a student before. I’ve heard him say it to the girls who came before her.

As he comes, I look away. I don’t want to watch that. Not with the two of them.

When I look back, he’s already undone the cuffs, and he deals with the spreader bar quickly. Athelia slumps to the floor and leans against the desk as Kammes stalks off.

I narrow my eyes. That’s different. She always acts happy when they’re done—usually kisses him and everything. Maybe the drugs haven’t fully worn off yet.

At this point, I hope they haven’t. I hope they’re making her fucking miserable, because after what she just did, she deserves it. Fuck the conversation Kellan and I had earlier. He may be right, but this is Athelia betraying us all over again.

Iknowshe wants us. It was written all over her face yesterday, even if she was conflicted about it. So why the fuck does she always have to run back to Kammes?

She’ll pay,I remind myself.

But for now, all I want to do is scare the shit out of her. So I head back around the house, using my key to unlock the front door. Iclose it loudly to give them a warning and make a pit stop in the kitchen to grab an apple from the counter.

By the time I’m near the office, they’ve had plenty of time.

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