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“I’m going to kill him,” Andrea says. He jumps up and paces. “I can’t believe the bastard hurt you. I knew he forced the marriage, but I didn’t think he would actually hurt you.”
I still, watching Andrea get worked up.
“I’m going to kill him. Tonight. That bastard doesn’t deserve to live another second.”
“No.”
Andrea stops pacing and looks at me, concerned. “He has to die for what he did to you. If you grew any feelings for him, it’s only because he fucked with your mind, sweetheart. It’s not because your feelings are real.”
“I know, and I didn’t grow any feelings for Lennox.”
“Then I’m going to kill him tonight. You will have your revenge, and then you will be able to move on from this terrible nightmare and start your future with me.”
“I want to be the one to kill him.”
Andrea’s eyes widen, and his lips curl again. “You’re so strong, baby. You don’t have to—”
“I do. I want to be the one to kill him. Promise me you’ll let me get my own revenge.”
“I promise.”
“Tomorrow.”
“Why wait?”
“Because tomorrow is, was, Kit’s birthday. That’s the day I want to kill Lennox.”
Andrea swiftly walks to me, grabs my hand, and pulls me to standing. He plants his lips on mine before I can protest.
“At dawn, you will kill Lennox, and then I’ll spend the rest of tomorrow convincing you to be mine.” His lips land on mine again in a deep, hungry kiss.
A kiss I get lost in.
A kiss that destroys me.
A kiss that should elicit something strong in me—good or bad.
But I feel nothing.
Andrea pulls back. “How do you want to spend tonight, baby?”
“Teaching Lennox a lesson.”
Chapter 5
Lennox
Suddenly I’m falling to the floor of the dungy basement. As I realize the chains holding me up were cut, I don’t bother trying to stand or brace for the ground. I can’t—I have no strength. I’ve been beaten, cut, and sliced to within an inch of my life. It’s been days since I’ve had any food or water. My arms have been tied above my head for so long that they’re entirely drained of their blood.
I don’t even register the impact of the hard dirt floor.
“On your feet,” one of Andrea’s goons says.
He’s an idiot if he thinks I can respond to his command.
“I said on your feet.” My body flops over as the toe of his boot kicks me square in the side, flopping my naked body onto my back.
A wheezy groan escapes from my lips.
