“I don’t have time for any of that right now. I need to figure this out.”
“You still think there’s something to figure out?”
“Am I supposed to leave her there?”
“Considering you kept her locked in a cell for days? Is it really so much worse?”
In all honesty, he has a point. And really, I don’t owe her a fucking thing. Time and again, she turned her back on every little bit of kindness I tried to show. The little bit of respect I tried to give her. No, it wasn’t all the time, but I made allowances left and right, and she made a fool of me as a result.
Maybe this is exactly what she deserves.
But truly, does anybody deserve the sort of fate I’m imagining now?
How many men are going to fuck her there?
“What do you want me to do?” Nic asks. “I’ve got one of my guys keeping an eye on the place just in case they try to take her to another location.”
Part of me wants to tell him to leave her there. That she can rot with a stranger’s cock up her ass for all I care. I don’t owe her shit. She’s made her choice.
Then there is another part that wants to tell him I’ll be on the first flight to North Woods. That I’ll be the one to rescue her from that place. That I’ll kill anyone who dares to lay a finger on her because she is mine.
I want to tell him both.
I just don’t know which one I want more.
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