His eyes close for one fractured second.Then he shoves me back toward the bed.Not hard.Not careless.But with purpose.
“Sit.”
“No,” I sob out.
Royal grabs my waist and forces me down on the mess.The chain rattles.I fight him with everything I have left.He overpowers me anyway.I stare at him, panting, trembling, hatred and hunger twisting together.
“You’ll pay,” I spit.
Royal steps back, chest heaving, jawline bruising from my strike.“You want revenge,” he says.“Fine.Plot it.”He turns toward the door.“You want to seduce me,” he says without looking back.“Try.”
He puts a hand on the door frame.
“But you don’t walk out of this room.”His voice drops lower than I’ve ever heard.“Not until the club’s done with you.”
The door slams.The lock clicks.And I lie there, chain biting my wrist, chest rising in furious, ragged breaths…
Already planning.
Not my escape.
My vengeance.
And the next time Royal comes near me, I will not cry.
I will destroy him.
Or make him destroy himself.
Chapter 16
Royal
Legend’s in his office, staring at the map of Pearly Gates as if he is itching to set it on fire with his eyes alone.I linger at the doorway.
He notices.“Spit it out, Royal.”
My jaw grinds.“Becki got out.”
Legend’s head snaps up so fast the chair creaks under him.“What?”
“She slipped her chain.Went to the basement of the old church.”
Silence.
Not the normal kind.The dangerous kind that vibrates under the bones.He rises to his full height, eyes dark and lethal, every line of his body bracing for war.
“How the hell did she get out?”he demands answers.“How’d she get into the basement?”
That’s the reason I didn’t tell him earlier.I take a breath, shaky.“She stole a key.”
Legend’s face goes dead blank.No emotion.Just the stillness right before something detonates.
“A key,” he repeats slowly.“To the old church?”
“Yeah.To the basement hatch.”
“Who gave it to her?”
