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“Spitfire.” The voice comes again, and the second I realize it’s Doc, all my attempts at holding the tears at bay become redundant because the man I love is just feet away, and no matter how hard I try, I won’t be able to get to him.
“Doc,” I choke.
“I’m here, spitfire,” he grunts, but there’s an edge to it. He’s not someone who outwardly shows his pain, but I can hear it. Perhaps it’s how well I’ve gotten to know him in the months we’ve been married, or maybe it’s because I love him that I can feel his pain almost as strongly as I can feel my own. “Are you hurt?”
I try to look up over my shoulder and wince, the pain in my head and neck firing through my entire body. I consider lying to him, but he’ll see right through it. He knows me just as well as I know him, and if this is the last we ever see of each other, I don’t want there to be any lies between us. “Yeah. You?”
“Gunshot wound to the shoulder. It was in and out, so I don’t think it’s hit anything major, but it hurts like a motherfucker.”
I wince, hating the idea that he’s hurt because of me, even if there’s nothing I could have done to prevent it. “I hit my head pretty hard,” I admit.
“I’ll get you out of here as quick as I can, Isla. Just hold on for me.”
I nod against the floorboards, but I don’t get the chance to respond before the door swings open and Spade prowls toward me, his eyes never leaving me as he crosses his office to where I’m tied down.
“You’re awake at last.” His dark smile tugs at the corners of his lips, and my stomach sinks at the sight. His words from before I passed out bring a cold shiver of dread across my skin.
“I was being nice to you, you little whore, but that ends now.”
I hate to think what being mean looks like in his head after he kidnapped me, had his men drug and strip me, and then touched me without any remorse.
“No thanks to you,” I snap, not bothering to mask the venom in my words.
“Perhaps you shouldn’t have tried to run from me.” Spade prowls toward me, his eyes moving over my body as if trying to decide where to start. He flicks his gaze up to where Doc is somewhere behind me, and an evil smile crosses his face. “But at least now we have an audience for all the fun we’re going to have.”
“Let her go,” Doc growls.
“Or what?” he challenges. “You’re not really in a position to make demands, now are you?”
Spade drops into a crouch beside me, dragging a single finger up my bare thigh and pushing the oversized t-shirt up my body, leaving me bare to his putrid gaze.
But I refuse to cower away from him, refuse to look away as he stares down at me with greedy eyes.
“I think I’m going to enjoy defiling your wife as you watch. And then once I’m done and your whore is sufficiently broken, I’ll make her watch as I slit your throat.”
I finally look away from him, squeezing my eyes shut at the graphic visual he’s painted. A man like Spade knows how to hurt everyone involved with one strike. An action that can tear apart lives while he sits on his throne like a king.
“I’ll fucking kill you,” Doc roars. The sound of the restraints struggling to hold him fills my ears, but they’re not stupid enough to underestimate a man like him. He was trained for this, it’s only a matter of time before he gets free, and they know that. Sadly, assholes like Spade don’t rise to power without knowing how to manipulate their opponents.
He chuckles, and my eyes shoot open when I feel a blade against my bare stomach. Panic flares to life in my chest, but I remain perfectly still. I may want to get out of this, but I’d much prefer I do that alive.
“You know, Isla, I had planned to be gentle with you. I don’t like inexperienced whores, but normally I like to spend some time training them, beating them into submission until they’re the perfect mold.” He drags the knife higher, pushing the shirt up along with it. “But with you, I was going to do things differently. I didn’t want to break you immediately. What would be the fun in that when I didn’t intend to throw you away as quickly as I have the others?”
I wince when the knife slices through the fabric of the shirt, baring me to not just his eyes but those of the men I hear behind me, preparing themselves to stop Doc from ever reaching their boss if he breaks free of whatever binds they have him in.
“But now we have an audience, and you need to learn your place. You need to learn that there is nowhere you can hide that I won’t find you, and I promise the next time you try to escape me, you’ll get more than a knock to the head. I’ll break your fucking legs.”
A strangled sob breaks free from my throat as he parts the fabric, leaving me completely bare apart from a pair of flimsy panties. I hate their eyes on me, but more than that, I hate that Doc has to see this.
The knife moves across my chest, the tip of the blade digging in just deep enough to nick my skin, and I watch as pools of blood gather across my chest. “Usually I’m not into scars on women, but on you, I think I could make an exception knowing they’re my scars. My marks.”
A strangled scream escapes my throat as he pushes the knife into my stomach, agony washing over me in excruciating waves that steal my breath right from my lungs.
Stars dance in my vision as the pain threatens to take over. It’s too much. It’s all too fucking much.
Spade brings his face down until it’s just an inch from mine, and his perfectly minty breath surrounds me. “Are you ready to play, Isla?”
I shake my head, my sobs coming in so hard and fast that I choke on them.
