“That guy. That fucking Russian tormentor...” Trevor curses, looking up at the sky, shaking his head like he’s about to cry from anger, “Fuck, he all but castrated me andyou...you were with him!.”
“He’s my husband...” I say in confusion, gasping when Trevor shoves at me but he immediately takes his hands back.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to do that. Sorry. Shit, don’t know what came over me.” He glances at me, his eyes hateful again. “I just don’t like it when you call him your husband.”
“Trev...” I sigh, “we don’t have to talk about this now. Come on, we need to get you to the hospital.”
“You despise him don’t you? For what he did to me? You’re never going to go back to him, are you?”
“No,” I say to be a good friend but it feels like such a lie and Trevor notices.
“You forget that I know you. I know when you’re lying.”
Feeling powerless I do an abandoned gesture with my hands.
“You don’t get it, Trev.” I choke up on my own words when emotions for Alec start tearing at me. “I love him so much. Whenever I feel lost it feels like he’s the only one who can always find me.”
I gasp in shock when Trevor pulls at my sweater. “The fuck are you talking about?” he snarls in my face. “Love him? You love him? You love that fucking criminal who had me chained up in his basement for weeks?”
“I know and I’m sorry, but it’s complicated...”
“I’m never going to let you go back to him,” Trevor says like he has a right to decide and my eyes flare in defiance. “I’m never going to let you get fucked by him again. He’s already soiled you but I can forgive you if you confess that you did it all for me and are never going back to him.”
Astounded I stare at Trevor.
His voice suddenly drops in octave and he strokes my arm. “I know it’s me you really want. You don’t have to pretend. It’s fine, I know you’re not as clean as I thought but I can look past that if...” he trails off, his eyes suddenly looking milky.
“I love you, Lyla. If only you knew about all the things I’ve done for you.” He pushes his face closer to mine, grousing. “Nothing, nothing was an accident.”
“What do you m...mean?” I stutter, a lick of fear moving through me.
“You didn’t drop your wallet. I stole it so that I could find out where you live. I needed an excuse to get you to talk to me.”
Starting to shake I look at him in shock, remembering what Nicoletta told me. Remembering what she said about Trevor, remembering the button Alec and I found when we were at my apartment and I ask, “Did you crawl into my bed while I wasn’t there?” My eyes flare in anger. “Did you?”
“Had to do something.” He clutches his crotch doing a jerking motion before grasping my shoulders, shoving his nails harshly into my skin. “Don’t you understand? I had to do something, sick of you always keeping me at an arm’s length, always acting like you think you’re too good for me...”
The more he talks, the louder his voice gets and he starts slapping himself hard across the face, over and over and I let out a cry in fear. “But you weren’t too good for him were you, you fucking slut?” he barks. My breath chokes in my throat when he shoves at me once more, this time into a tree and I stare at him in shock.
I can’t believe he’s the guy I was so willing to save. I can’t believe I worried about him. I cared for him like a mother hen cares about her chicklet because I thought we were friends. He’s not my friend. He hurt me.
“Sorry,” Trevor says, looking guilty then murderous, “I’m sorry, just say that you want me and...”
“But I don’t want you! I’ll never want you. Stay away from me,” I say in an angry voice, yelping when he snarls,
“You fucking slut. You fucking, useless slut!” He shoves at me and this time the back of my head bangs against the tree and I wince in pain.
Alec...
He’s the only thing crossing my mind and I gasp, blinking when Trevor is hauled away from me and thrown onto the ground by my husband. Sneering, he says something in Russian, lifting his boot, about to kick it into Trevor’s cowering face.
About to kill him...
Panicky, I throw myself around Alec, pushing him away from Trevor with all my strength.
“No! You’re better than this, let him go.”
Alec doesn’t hear me, doesn’t even try to get me off of him, his eyes murderous, his muscles brimming under my body and he’s about to lunge for Trevor once more when I slide down from his back, letting out a sob in panic.