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I didn’t breathe a word to him as I got up and walked out the room. He didn’t know I was free until I’d slammed the bathroom door shut and locked it.
“You son of a bitch,” he sneered when I stepped out five minutes later, relieved to be free of the piss and literal shit that had been gopher holing my asshole since I’d first woken up this morning. “You mean to tell me you could’ve freed yourself this whole time?”
I gave him the middle finger and tried to make it to my dresser so I could fetch some fresh clothes that didn’t smell like ass and BO, barely getting a solid three steps in before Phantom launched himself in front of me and shoved at my chest.
I stumbled back, catching my balance.
“You’re not leaving,” he fiercely admonished, his dark eyes flashing. “I don’t want to fight you, Isaac, but I will if I have to.”
I didn’t want to fight him either. My body was sore, and my face was busted to hell and back. Hell, it frankly hurt like hell to breathe.
But if he didn’t get the fuck out of my way,right now,I’d knock his teeth down his throat and shove my foot so far up his ass, he’d taste toenails year-round.
My next advance faltered when Phantom’s hand inched under his shirt and pulled out a gun. “You going to shoot me, brother?” I challenged, my brows furrowing.
“I will if I have to,” he hotly replied, his arm lifting and aim settling on my head as used his thumb and clicked the safety off.
“For fucks sake, Phantom,” I growled, raising both hands and balling them into painful fists. “I’m not leaving.”
I wanted to. I desperately fucking wanted to. But I knew couldn’t. I hated that IknewI couldn’t.
Phantom was smart for putting me down. I was out of line. Walking out that door would’ve signed all of our death certificates, even Samara’s, and I knew that too. I just couldn’tfucking help it. I knew what it felt like to be raped. How frightening it was. How dangerously it fucked with your mind, body, and spirit. Fighting fire with fire only got you burned, but after last night, being forced to overhear that sick fuck hurting the woman I love, I’d happily be crucified and burned at the stake for slaughtering all of those motherfuckers if it meant my samurai was safe.
“Yeah,” Phantom scoffed, shaking his head at me. “And my dick magically distorted into a pussy overnight.”
I sighed, knowing good and damn well there wasn’t much I could do at this point, not with a gun pointed at my head. Phantom was wise not to trust me.
“Just put the fucking gun down. I won’t leave campus, okay? But I do want to see Samurai. Is she back yet?”
After scrutinizing me for a long, tense moment, Phantom lowered the gun, clicked on the safety, and tucked it securely behind him. “Not yet. She’s with the Vet, getting checked out. Rhett’s with her. He said he’d call when they were headed back.”
I wasn’t happy with the news, but I nodded anyway and stalked over to my bed, sitting down. My hands shook as I anxiously fidgeted with them, my eyes to the carpet.
I wanted to leave. Be there for her. I had to see and perceive with my own eyes that she was okay. I needed to hold her, kiss her, tell her how sorry I was I couldn’t help her. I just neededher.Nobody knew what she was going through better than I did.
“I need to see her, Phantom.” My voice shook.
Phantom sighed and rounded the bed, plopping down next to me. “I know you do. I want to see her, too. Rhett has things under control though, so don’t worry, okay? We’ll see her when they get back.”
I nodded, still unhappy, but what other choice did I have at this point?
“What are we going to do about Father?”
“There’s nothing we can do. He may be a fraud, but we have to focus on the bigger picture here.”
“Samurai,” I whispered.
“This is so much bigger than Samara, Isaac, but yes, she is just as equally important.”
“We have to do something, Phantom. Damien kidnapped a fucking ten-year-old. A fucking child. He-he has Ginger. We have to save her too. For Griffin and Samara!”
It was my fault Ginger had been captured. Ginger had to have been listening outside the door when Rhett and I were talking to Father, when I made it pig-headedly clear that Father hiding her in our home was dangerous and bound to get us all killed. I was an asshole. Provoking her to leave was never my intention. If she’d just stayed put that night, Damien would’ve never found her.
I had to make this right somehow.
I owed it to Griffin and Samara to bring Ginger back home. We had her location. All we had to do now was break in and steal her back.
“And we will,” Phantom swore to me. “But we can’t just barge in guns blazing without having all the facts and a solid plan that doesn’t end with us dying. This is going to taketime, Isaac. We can focus more on Ginger and the others after the second trial.”
