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“N-n-no one will ever own me like you do,” I stuttered from the pain, tears pouring down my face.
Donovan pulled out, removed his rubber, then shoved his cock into my pussy again. He pumped with fast, hard thrusts until he jerked and tensed, pouring his seed into me.
Disgust with what he’d just done to my body ripped through me. It was the latest humiliation—the bastard hadn’t used a condom like he usually did. Thank God I was on the pill and tested for diseases regularly. There was no telling who else the twisted son of a bitch had fucked.
No one will ever own me like you do.
His words rang in my head. Donovan was right. What had I been thinking? Zayne would never be able to help me. Even if I were physically away from Donovan, he would always be in my head. There was no getting away from the monster, no matter how hard I tried. Frantic to escape Donovan’s control, I knew I would have to search for not only a way to escape, but also how to hide from him for the rest of my life.
19
Zayne
My tennis shoes smacked against the hardwood floors of Vaughn and Claire’s living room.
I blew out a heavy sigh and laced my hands behind my head as horrible thoughts ran rampant through my mind.
“Dude, you’re going to wear holes in my brand-new floors,” Vaughn said from the kitchen.
Fresh garlic bread baked in the oven while my man whipped up his fabulous chicken fettuccine alfredo from scratch. Even though it smelled like heaven, I was too stressed to eat.
“You didn’t see Donovan. He was pissed. As far as I can tell, when Giselle said she’d been shopping, he’d called her out on it and asked where the bags were. He’d already told me to leave, but then he texted me saying Giselle had left some items in my car. Thank God you’d asked me to pick up Claire’s online order at Nordstrom a few days ago and the tags were still attached. It was still in my trunk, so I turned around and took it to Giselle. Her face was pale, and I knew … Vaughn, Iknewit wasn’t going well. I gave her the clothes and candle, man. Promise, I’ll get it all back when I see her again.IfI see her again.” I slapped my palm against my forehead. “Fuck! The shithole has been rough with her in front of me, and I don’t like where my brain is going with this, Vaughn. It’s dark.” I scrubbed my cheeks with my palms before stopping to stare out of the windows overlooking the back of the property.
Vaughn banged the wooden spatula against the pot, startling me. As he approached, he wiped his hands on the dishtowel tucked into the waist of his red and black basketball shorts.
“Talk to me. Let’s discuss what you’ve seen.” He reached for his laptop on the glass coffee table before he plopped down on the sofa.
I shook my head, reviewing the day’s events and Pierce’s suspicions one more time. “Giselle told me that Donovan had put a tracker on my goddamn car. It’s still bugged, but if I tamper with it, he’ll know.”
“And Sutton took care of the tracker with the scrambler. I assume she tested it before she left.” Vaughn glanced in my direction.
“Yeah, she was on it, as always.” Pacing again, I searched my brain for any clues I’d missed, but I was coming up empty.
“How long have you been on this assignment? A week and a half?”
“Yeah, but half of it she was sick.” I supplied air quotes when I said the last word. I knew Donovan had lied about that. I eyed Vaughn, wondering where he was going with his line of questioning.
“And she’s asked you to kill her brother—”
“Adopted brother,” I corrected, disgust peppering my skin at the thought of him kissing her earlier that day.
“Adopted … regardless, she asked if you would kill him on the first day. Today she mentions the tracker, and the second Sutton works her magic, she asks to go see someone.” Vaughn’s fingers flew across his keyboard. “It’s a private school, by the way. They won’t release the names of the students because they’re minors, but someone is forking over a shit ton of money for whoever the girl is.”
“Maybe it’s her daughter.” A ball of vomit crawled up into my throat, and I forced it down. “Maybe it’s her and Donovan’s daughter.”
“Hang on a second.” Vaughn gave me the T sign with his hands. “Let’s back up before we make crazy-ass assumptions.”
He was right, but I knew damn well something was fucking wrong with Donovan.
“Z-man, there are three things that are pretty clear. First, Donovan controls Giselle’s every move. He’s got tabs on her for damn sure. Second, she’s trying to break away from him. Third, she’s testing you.”
“Yeah, I know she’s testing me, but I’m trustworthy. Hell, I never said a word to the fucking prick about her asking me to end his sorry life,” I growled.
“I’m confused. How do you really feel about Donovan?” Vaughn smirked, his words dripping with sarcasm.
“I can’t even explain to you how badly I want to put that fucker ten feet under. He’s mean, condescending, and he’s rough with Giselle. She’s terrified of him. As soon as he enters a room, the fear in her eyes … her body stiffens with tension.”
“Then it’s simple. Let’s just take the fucker out. No one has to know. A single shot to the head from a mile away, and it’s done.” Vaughn grinned at me like it was the best idea he’d had in his entire life. “Seriously though, you suspect Giselle is being abused more than what you’ve already seen, but you don’t have any real proof yet?”
