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Mick freezes. I try to turn my head to look at him but his hold on me prevents the movement. In a low voice, he finally speaks. “What did you say?” He rasps.
I shrink at the tone, fear spreading through me. “I need you.” I repeat, knowing it’s the wrong thing to say the second it leaves my lips.
Mick moves in a blur. Yanking his hand out from my legs, he grips my arms and flings me over his shoulder. Stomping toward the kitchen, he sets me on the counter and steps between my legs. I stare at him with wide eyes as he frames my face with his hands. “Paige.” The look in his eyes as he says my name sends a shiver down my spine. Pain, guilt, and fury shine within the blue orbs. His jaw twitches as he clenches his teeth. “What happened?” He demands, fingers tightening and gaze boring into me.
My eyes cast down as shame floods me. I have nothing to feel ashamed for, but the feeling haunts me regardless.
Mick waits, I can feel his eyes still on me. Blowing out a breath, I glance at him and quickly away again as I speak. “I had stopped him in the car, when I called you.” I pause, taking another breath. “I had the drug in my pocket, I was going to use it on him once I had a plan of where to go, but he woke up before I could. He found it and must have used it on me cause the next thing I knew I woke up in a dark basement.” My gaze shifts to the door again, reminding myself it’s locked and I’m safe on the other side. “He would bring me food and I would pass out right after eating. It took me a while to realize he was still drugging me.” Mick's fingers dig into my skin but he doesn’t say anything. In a quieter voice, I continue, “I always woke up in pain and sore. Each time, another part of me broke, until there was nothing but shattered pieces.” A tear slips free. “I had my suspicions that he was doing something to me but couldn’t be sure. Until…” I stop, not sure how to say it.
Mick smooths his thumbs along my jaw. “Until?” He prompts softly.
I look back at him and the words spill out as my chest cracks open. “Until I found a way to trick him into thinking I had taken the drugs. I dumped the food and found a piece of broken metal. Waited for him to come, hoping he wouldn’t. But he did.” A choked sob interrupts my words. I push on, needing to get this out. “He came down and moved me so he could fuck my body while I was unconscious. It definitely wasn’t the first time either.” Anger replaces the shame, burning hot at the memory. “I stabbed him in his fucking face and ran. He’s been trapped down there since.” I gesture toward the basement as I finish, looking at Mick, heart thumping as I wait for his response. He doesn’t say anything, his face shuttered.
Unable to bear the silence, I tentatively reach out, placing a hand flat on his chest. He looks down at my hand as I whisper, “Mick?” A tremor runs through his body and he exhales harshly, dropping his hands from my face. Without a word, he turns on his heel and storms out of the room.
I remain on the counter frozen in place, my mind at war with itself. Equally powerful thoughts shout at me.
He left me, I just told him the worst thing to happen to me and he left.
My head shakes in disbelief.
He wouldn’t leave. He came for me. He wouldn’t leave me.
I press my hands over my mouth to trap the heartbreak inside.
What if he doesn’t want me anymore? What if he thinks I’m disgusting now?
Before I’m able to succumb to hysteria, Mick walks back into the kitchen carrying a large duffel bag. Seeing my state, he drops the bag and rushes to me, capturing me back in his arms. “I’m so sorry baby. He will pay for this.” He murmurs, rubbing my back.
I shake my head against his chest, mumbling, “I thought you left me.”
“No.” Mick's voice is forceful as he leans back and tilts my chin up to look at him. “I willneverleave you. Do you hear me? Never.” My lip trembles, the intensity of his declaration overwhelming my fragile emotions. Mick runs a finger over my lip before bending down and pressing a soft kiss. “You’re mine, little bird.” He pulls away, trailing his fingers down my arm. “Now, let’s grab the bastard and show him that he messed with the wrong monsters.” I shiver at his words, the familiar tug of violence pulling me from the ledge of despair.
Mick's face breaks out in a grin as I nod.
Time to show Seth who I really am.
Chapter 36
Mick
Even in her current state, Paige is the most beautiful creature I’ve encountered. Though she has tear stains along her face, there is a power emanating from her. Seth may have violated her, but he didn’t break her.
No, my raven-haired goddess will descend on her attacker as a vengeful angel.
I adjust my cock in anticipation of watching her exact her revenge.
It had been my intention to sneak in and incapacitate him, assuming he had locked her away somewhere. The surprise of finding Paige free and Seth locked up was even more of a reminder that my girl is extraordinary.
Following behind her closely, we approach the locked door. I push down the desire to tuck her away somewhere safe and take care of the prick myself. She deserves the chance to exercise her pain on his flesh. Paige pauses, hand trembling where it rests on the lock. I reach around her body and place my own hand over hers. “I’m right behind you.” I assure her, my other hand brushing down her stomach. She nods, stealing her shoulders. I remove my hand moments before she throws open the lock, quickly followed by the second.
As the door creaks open, I’m hit by a rancid smell. It wafts up from the dark space and causes me to clench my teeth, furious that she was forced to reside down there all this time. The hypocrisy of my reaction is not lost on me, but I am the only one allowed to subject her to such punishments.
Paige takes a tentative step down onto the first stair, one hand wrapped tightly around the railing, the other clutching the knife in front of her. My arm throbs, a reminder of how badly I want this woman who drew my blood without a second thought. We reach the bottom steps and I strain my eyes, looking for any movement in the blackened room.
I sense his presence before seeing him. Darting my arm out, I yank Paige back moments before a fist slices through the air. “Fucking cunt,” Seth sneers, revving back to attack again. I hold my hand up, catching his fist in my palm. Seth looks at me with wide eyes, finally registering that they aren’t alone.
I smile at him, my own eyes wild with rage. Tightening my hold, I bend his arm, forcing his body to twist. With his back now toward us, arm bent far enough to overextend the joints, I look to Paige for instruction. I want to allow her some of the control she lost. She stares at the prick writhing in my grip, expression blank. “Baby?” I prod, willing her back from wherever her mind has gone. “Little bird.” I call out when I get no response.
