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“That was stupid, little doll,” I whisper so the guys can’t hear me. “Because now we have to punish you.”

Placing my arms under her body, I lift her into my arms and order. “Let’s go, Law.”

GRAYSON LAW

He lays her unconscious body across the back seat of my G-Wagon. I shut the door and get into the passenger seat, looking back at her over my left shoulder. “How long do you think she’ll stay out?” I ask.

He starts up the car, the engine roaring to life and the headlights illuminating the night. “Long enough,” he answers, putting it in gear.

“Monroe wanted to kill her.” I state the obvious to see where his head is at. It was my idea to sedate her with the drugs, but Scout is the one who is hell-bent on torturing her. Me? I couldn’t really give a fuck. I think he’s choosing to torture her just to prove a point to Dax—that she’s more useful alive than dead.

“Don’t we all?” He gives me a quick glance, speeding down the driveway, testing me as well.

“I can’t see how her death will benefit me,” I state. We knew going into this that we had a timeline. She’s ours until graduation in May. The plan is to break her, then walk away. Letting her deal with all the fucked up pieces we allow her to keep.

He doesn’t say anything else, and I run a hand down my face as he jumps on the highway. Looking back at her, I make sure she’s still unconscious. Her head is tilted toward me, and I can see the marks already forming on her neck from Rellik’s arm wrapped around it only moments ago. If she only knew what’s to come. If I was being honest, I’d say I don’t like this part. I much prefer her conscious, crying and begging to be fucked. Injuries take time to heal. I like to play rough with my doll. Otherwise, it’s pointless, and she’ll lose my interest.

We ride in silence for the next twenty minutes before I speak again. “I believe he was innocent,” I state, looking out the window at the dark night.

“I never said he wasn’t,” he growls.

Rellik was right. We never talk about what happened. Or why Henley even thought what she claimed Dax did was a possibility. She slept with him, but at what point did he piss her off for her to turn on him? “I …”

A moan from the back seat cuts me off.

I look back and see her rolling onto her side the best she can with little space, her hands on her face. “Good evening, little doll,” I say happily.

She coughs. “What … happened?”

“Nothing …” I say, giving her my back and looking out of the window once again. A smile grows across my face. “Yet.” I finish as we pull into the gates of our destination.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

HENLEY

MY HEAD POUNDS like a drum. My face throbs, my jaw and throat sore. It hurts to swallow. I feel light-headed, and my body heavy. What did they do to me?

I bury my face in my hands as I hear Law speak, but I tune him out. He sounds far away and mumbled. Opening my eyes, I immediately close them. What little light I saw was too bright.

Drool begins to run out of the corner of my mouth, and I wipe it away. Flinching when I have to swallow.

My body rolls forward and then slams back. I try opening my eyes again and see the back of a leather seat. Placing my hand by my head where I lay, I feel more leather. Something digs into my side. My hand moves to it, and it feels like a seat belt. I’m in a car. Another look tells me I’m lying long ways in the back seat, my knees crammed up to my chest almost. Not much room.

The door down by my feet opens, and I look to see Scout standing there. “What are we …?”

He grabs my ankles and jerks me across the seat. Panic grips my chest, and I scream, but it comes out hoarse. Flipping onto my stomach, I grab at the seat, but I’m too slow. I’m ripped from the car and jerked to my feet. I sway, the ground starts to rise, and my vision blurs. I go to fall over but am caught and thrown over a shoulder. It makes my head pound harder at this angle.

“It’s going to take a long minute for things to come back, doll.” I hear Law say from beside me.

For what to come back? They gave me something. But what was it? The last thing I remember was … Rellik? I went to shoot Dax and then being choked? Yeah, Rellik choked me out. But that wouldn’t make my body feel this way, would it? I don’t have anything to compare it to.


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