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“Don’t you have a conscience?” I blurt out. “It’s not the legal consequences that I’m worried about. It’s the moral ones. I won’t be able to live with myself, knowing that all this happened to him because of me.”
That seems to give Declan pause. Angling his body completely to me, he rests a forearm on the portable workstation as if this were nothing but a casual situation, and we were having nothing but a casual conversation.
“How abouthisconscience? Do you think it would have stopped him from–” His mouth twists as he swallows back the words as if it would hurt him to say them out loud. But I know exactly what he means, I remember every word of those nasty texts.
“That’s his thing. It’s between him and whatever god he believes in. But you and me, it’s out of our hands. If this is my decision to make, then this is it.”
We hold each other’s gazes, lightning flashing between us. There’s intrigue in his eyes.
“Any other woman would have wanted to see him die in pain.”
“Oh, I want that too. But we humans should never torture each other if we have a choice.”
Declan ponders, then turns his head to Timothy. For the first time since the second I came into this room, there’s hope in his wild eyes.
“Seems this is your lucky night, asshole. But mind my words.” He shoots down, his blade pressing under Timothy’s jaw, drawing blood.
I yell, and so does Timothy, but Declan doesn’t move an inch.
“As soon as you get out of here, you run and hide for the rest of your life. Make sure you never cross paths with me again, because then your body won’t be in my woman’s hands anymore. It will be resting solely in mine, and I won’t be as lenient as her. But first thing you do, find a church and pray, because Mia really was a godsend tonight.” He shakes his head and clicks his tongue. “You’re so fucking lucky, considering how you bullied and harassed her.” His beautiful face twists in a disgust that I completely share. “Only a frustrated limp dick of a man does that. Terrorizing a woman, measuring himself against her. You can’t even get it up in normal circumstances, can you? All that twisted porn you watch fucked up your libido, and this is the way you get off.” He bares his teeth, and for a moment I’m sure he’s gonna dart down and tear Timothy’s jugular out.
It seems to cost him a great amount of effort to push himself off the bed, coming up to his feet. When he bends down to release the bastard’s hands and feet, he does it with feral smoothness.
I would expect someone who’d been kept in that position for so long to move with some difficulty, but Timothy rolls off the bed like he’s trying to get away from a fire, hitting the floor with a thud that makes me flinch. Grunting, he scrambles up to his feet and runs out of the room, not even bothering to rip the duct tape off his mouth first. The last thing I see is lightning flashing over his sickeningly white, flabby ass.
“He was never a real fighter,” Declan says, staring in his wake. Again, he seems to be reading my mind. “He wanted to be part of the fraternity and hang with us, so his daddy got him access. Practically bought him the spot. Almost all of us have been hanging in the same circles since we were kids, so we gave him a chance, but he never trained hard enough. He wanted to be one of us only for the status, the parties and the women, but he was never willing to put in the work. The other frat boys won’t be missing him.”
“What if he goes to the police?”
Declan smirks, and that’s his only answer.
“I can’t believe you’re not even worried about that,” I breathe.
“Indeed, I’m not, little spy.” He ambles towards me, his moves smooth, feral. “And frankly, that should be the last thing on your mind now, too.”
I watch him approach me, my eyes getting wider with every step.
But I’m not scared. I’m excited.
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