“You may hate me,” he said, crouching down, his boot digging into me which made it hard to breathe. “But you’ll always be mine. I made sure to mark you so that no one will ever want you again,” he taunted, running his finger down the scar on my thigh.
Shivering, I pulled away, not caring that the floor scraped the skin off my back. I wanted to get away from him.
Smirking, I lifted my brows “You sure about that?” I couldn’t help but taunt him back.
He tilted his head to the side, his brows pulling down into a frown. He lifted up, his boot pushing into my stomach before he moved it off me completely. Sitting up while he was distracted, I took the time to catch my
breath and shuffled back against the wall.
My eyes moved over to the girls, their faces pale from what they were seeing.
“You fuck him?” he ground out, moving closer so that his body was towering over me.
What was I doing? Why was I winding him up? I needed to stop, I could see how much it was affecting him. His face had started to go red and that vein was pulsing like crazy.
“Yeah.” I smirked and pulled my shoulders back. “And damn… it was good.” I could hear each breath that he was taking, his chest rising and falling faster with each one. I was getting to him. Good, I wasn’t going to lay down and take his shit anymore.
My stomach rolled at each second that ticked by, waiting and watching for his next move. I needed him to snap, if he did, then I could get away. Or at least try to get away. There was three of us and one of him, we had the advantage. If he was distracted enough maybe they could get away and get some help.
It never came though, instead, he threw his head back and laughed. “She said you’d do this.” He shook his finger at me and stepped back. “She said you’d lie to get a reaction out of me.”
I frowned at him. She?
He stepped back, nodding his head to himself. “I’m gonna pace myself this time.” Chuckling, he continued to back out of the room and pulled the door closed, shouting through it, “I’ll break you even if it’s the last thing that I do.”
Staring at the door long after he’d gone, I tried to wrap my head around what had happened. Why had he stopped? He never stopped.
“What are you doing? You don’t want to mess with him,” Lindsey said, helping me back over to them.
“Trust me,” I said, sitting down and holding my ribs. “I know him better than anyone.”
“You do?” The other girl gasped.
“Yeah, I’d like to think so, I was with him for five years and we have a son together.”
“You have a son with him?” Lindsey asked, her hand flying to her chest.
“Yeah.” I leaned the back of my head on the wall, and took a deep breath. It had been so long since I’d been hurt like this, that I’d almost forgotten what it felt like. “I’ll fill you in. All we’ve got is time in here, right?”
Turning my head to them, I tried to see what injuries they had. Apart from the black eye and split lip, Lindsey looked okay. But the other girl was untouched.
I wondered how long she’d been here and how long she’d stay that way.
Ma turned up in record time and said that she’d watch Eli while I went back over to the warehouse. I went and said goodnight to Eli, knowing that I wouldn’t be back before he went to bed.
When I walked out of the house, the compound was full of cars; which meant everyone was here. I stood next to the door when I was inside and watched as they all ran around, looking at different things and working through paper work. Charlie and his men were in there too, setting up an investigation point.
I still couldn’t believe this had happened and seeing the warehouse like this, made it all the more real. I suppose in my head, I believed what I had said to Eli. That she’d be back later.
“Ty!” Charlie called out to me. I looked over at him, not really seeing him. All conversations stopped as they turned to me. They were all waiting for me to say something, this was where I was meant to tell them what to do, what avenue to go down. It was what I normally did.
I shook my head, trying to get my thoughts together.
“Have you checked her tracker again?” I asked Evan.
“Yeah, it’s a no go. Still says she’s at the preschool.” I’d had that tracker put on her for a reason, that was my one fail safe and it hadn’t worked.
Nodding, I tried to take in what he said. “Footage?” I asked Kitty.