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“I told you to leave. To go and never come back.Forget about me.” Those last words tore my throat apart from their reluctance of being released.
“Don’t worry. After the fundraiser ball, I’m gone.” Her statement fractured something inside me. I raised my hand—to do what? I don’t even know. She flicked my fingers away with a sharp snap of her wrist, the motion bruising. “Don’t fucking touch me,” she said, blasting me with my own words.
Why the fuck did I come after her? What fucking right does she have getting angry at this situation, anyway? No one should be angrier than me.
“You think I want to touch that fucking woman? Think I want to give up my dick for that desperate bitch?! I was providing payment. Nothing more, nothing less.”
Micah scoffed. “What, you’re her whore?”
I pressed into her, my hand snaking upward to twine in her hair, wrenching her head backward.
“That’s exactly what I am.” My teeth ground together, the enamel cracking under the pressure. “And when I’m done with all of this, done with this fucking place, she will regret the day she ever degraded me into a fucking prosthetic sex toy she could command.”
A flash in my periphery was my single warning before Micah’s fist made contact with my face, simultaneously pulling herself free from my hold, her features clear with betrayal.
“That’s it, though. You’ll never be done with this place. You will never escape, never leave. You’re a willing prisoner in a jailof your own making.” Her words cut into my chest as swift and sharp as any knife. “I offered you help. You denied me. Now live with the consequences.”
Micah fully bodychecked me and charged out the door. I didn’t even have the strength to stop her, feeling as little and insignificant as my actions deemed me to be. I wouldn’t follow, wouldn’t justify my reasons. I was someone that was worthy of this fate, and she was right. I had to deal with the consequences.
You let her leave…again.
The declaration pushed me over the edge. What little resolve I had completely shattered as I proceeded to destroy the room around me, attempting to smash the walls down to accompany the remnants of my lost dignity.
Chapter 11
Micah
Iwas in a foul mood as the disturbing sight played in my mind on repeat. Katsy on her knees, Psycho thrusting into her panting mouth. I wanted to destroy him, repeatedly shattering that stupid face.
Even worse, I still couldn’t bring myself to torture him for the answers I required. I wasn’t lying to Tanner. Even with Psycho’s latest escapade, I didn’t know if I was capable.
I cringed internally at my own uselessness, now my constant companion.
Maybe I should kill him and remove this unfounded weakness.It was a weakness I had never experienced before. I wasn’t a runner, but I knew when to cut my losses. I had to leave before my identity was jeopardised.
I burst into Burner’s office without knocking, and came up short to find him in deep conversation with Katsy. Their speech hushed as they turned to me in unison, both sporting fake, welcoming grins.
“I’m glad you’re here, Olivia,” Burner said. “You’ve heard the news then?”
“News?”
“Some idiot has threatened chemical warfare on the city.”
My brows lifted.What the fuck did he just say? Surely I misheard.
Katsy giggled at my expression. “The government has released a city-wide alert. Everyone is to stay indoors until the threat has been neutralised.”
I ignored them, grabbing my phone and scrolling through numerous unread messages.
Spencer:Let’s go shopping. I need a few more dresses.
Tanner:No.
Emerson:You’ll get poisoned and die.
Spencer:The government’s a conspiracy.
Tanner:True. Still, the answer is no.
