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Every smack he inflicted.
Every scream she made.
Her cries.
Fucking everything.
The Ravagers were thelastones she was willing to face right now. I knew it and something deep inside of my heart told me Rhett, Phantom, and Isaac knew it too. Fuck, I couldn’t even imagine what was going through their heads or how any of them were coping.
They don’t matter right now,my subconscious reminded me.Samara does. She needs you!
Kitten…
I’m fucking coming, baby.
I’m coming!
I sped the whole way to my apartment complex, pulling in and spotting what had to be one of the Ravager’s blacked-out SUVS parked at the very end of the lot, away from all the other vehicles. I drove towards it, pulling in and for shit luck, unable to see through the tinted windows. It didn’t matter though. I knew my baby was in there, because her sobbing my name was the only thing I heard no sooner than I got out of my car.
I ran to the driver’s side and opened the door, catching Samara as she literally fell out of the seat and crashed into my arms, crying, sputtering, and on the verge of a panic attack.
“I’m here, baby,” I promised her as I held her up and cradled her in my arms. “Rhett called… He-he told me everything.”
That was the wrong fucking thing to say because Samara wept even harder and began to scream. I whispered soothingly to her as she dug her head into my chest.
Murder swept over my face when I felt something wet steadily trickling down her thighs. I lifted one hand, taking in all the blood. And after taking a second look…
Both her inner and outer thighs were fucking coated in it.
Steeling my emotions was quite the goddamn struggle. I said nothing more and carefully carried her up to my apartment. When we were inside, I took her directly to my master bathroom. It was all she could do to stand up when I put her down on her feet.
Her black hair was in a curled, frenzied mess. Her dress was torn in multiple places, the worst of it at her tits. They were practically exposed and damn near falling out of it. Her cheeks were blood red, one side purple and swollen from where my father had obviously struck her many, many times.
“I-I bit him,” she whispered, her body shaking as she began sobbing all over again. “I told him no. I screamed it. He forced himself inside my mouth and when I bit him, he-he beat me, everywhere. Then he raped me… There was nothing I could do, Jace. He was too strong. I-I couldn’t stop him.”
I was so enraged I didn’t know what to say or what to do. I wanted to touch her and kiss her. Tell her everything would be okay and that the Ravagers and I would handle my father. But after what happened to her, I imagine she didn’t want me or much less anyone, touching her like that. So, I turned away from her and went over to the tub to run her a bath.
“Do you want to go to the—”
“No,” she protested before I could ever finish. “No hospitals. They won’t do anything except call the police. Even then, you and I both know Damien has all of the Storm Ridge PD on his payroll. He’ll kill me if I report it.”
Seeing her so broken like this made me feel like the sorriest, piece of shit boyfriend she ever had.
This was my fault.
Mine.
I should’ve protected her better.
I should’ve reached out and called her the moment that fucking burner landed in my lap.
“I thought I was protecting them, Jace,” she whispered through a sniffle, wiping under her swollen eyes. “Di-did Rhett tell youeverything?”
“He told me enough,” I whispered softly. “Your bath is ready… If you want it…”
Samara nodded at me when I looked at her and slowly peeled off the ripped-up dress, exposing bruises that had already begun to settle on her ribs and around her bloody thighs. She swallowed hard when she caught me staring at her collarbone and neck, where dark, numerous fingertip bruises occupied the area.
“Kitten,” I fiercely growled.
