Hell.
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Beast
I swallowback the remorse and focus on driving to the beach house safely, but every passing second is another one wasted.
“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon!” I yell as I slam the steering wheel.
I push the car to the limit, slamming the gas as hard as I can.
When I finally get there, I park the car sideways, not giving a shit about etiquette. But when I jump out of the vehicle, my stomach drops.
The front door has been pulled out of its hinges.
A trail of glass and blood drops is scattered out onto the pavement.
I have never known true terror until today.
I bolt inside, almost tripping over my own feet. “Aurora?!”
My voice is strangled, and the more I call out, the more desperate it becomes.
“AURORA!”
My calls are returned with silence.
All that’s left are shattered windows, broken down doors, a sharp, teeth-like indent in the floor, and a tiny trail of blood.
I go to my knees and dip my finger inside the trail, then take a lick.
The taste brings my blood to a boil. My muscles tighten against the fabric so violently it tears under the strain. My teeth grind so wildly against each other that tiny chips fly off.
I thought I knew what rage was. Until now.
Until Lex dared to take my woman from me.
But I will make them pay in fucking blood and bones.
CHAPTER21
Aurora
I kickand scream and dig my heels into the ground as I’m dragged back to the one place I wanted to escape. But I would rather die than stop resisting their attempt to subdue me. I’m done playing the weak victim. I am not going to go quietly anymore.
“Let me go, assholes!” I yell, stomping down on the back of the man carrying me so hard he starts to wobble on his feet.
“Couldn’t you tie her up better, dude?” he asks his fellow guard.
“Stop ignoring me!” I screech, and I bite down on the zip ties around my wrist in an attempt to break them.
“Help me carry her,” the guy holding me says.
I kick him in the belly again, and he makes anoompfsound.
Suddenly, two hands lift my ankles up in the air, while the guy holding me pulls me off his shoulder and grabs my wrists instead, holding me like a piece of wood being thrown on the fire.
When the door of the mansion comes into view, I panic. “No, no, no!”