“He’s not telling you shit,” Boone spat. “So you may as well kill me now.”
He punched Boone in the face.
Noah growled and pulled against the chains, not feeling the pain in his wrists anymore. “I’m going to kill you. I’m going to kill all of you.”
The guy laughed before turning to one of his men and nodding. The blows hit Boone hard and fast. And all Noah could do was watch. He couldn’t give them the information they needed. As a Marine, he had a code of honor and duty. He was trained to never compromise a mission or their unit.
But even if he wasn’t, giving these assholes information wouldn’t save Boone. It would just kill him faster.
Even though he was chained to a damn wall, he fought. He tugged and growled, the burns and aches gone, his body now numb.
The guy in front of him raised a brow. “Noah, you need to—”
“No!” Noah lunged, wanting to tear the fucker apart. The chains suddenly disappeared, and he grabbed the guy by thearms. But it was wrong. His arms were too slim. His skin too soft.
The room suddenly changed. It wasn’t cold or made of concrete. The floor wasn’t hard. The person beneath him wasn’t one of the assholes who took him.
It was Addie.
He was home, in Amber Ridge, and he’d been a second away from hurting Addie—again.
He released her and jumped back, the space between them too small. “Addie, I’m…”
“I know.” Her soft voice was gentler than he deserved. He wanted her to fucking rage at him. Tell him what a scumbag he was.
“Are you okay?” she whispered.
What kind of question was that?He’dscaredher. He’dgrabbedher. Probably bruised her.
“I’mfine,” she repeated before tilting her head. “Now I need to know if you are.”
He shook his head, his fingers running through his hair, pulling at the damn roots. He wasn’t close to fine. He didn’t even know what fine felt like anymore. “You shouldn’t be around me.”
“I’m not scared of you, Noah.”
“I could havehurtyou, Addison.”
“But you didn’t. You pulled yourself back to reality.”
Reality. What evenwasreality anymore? Every time those dark memories pulled him in, they felt real. Like he was there again. He could smell that place. Feel the cold on his skin.
Shit, he needed to get out of there.
“Do you want me to call Jesse?” Noah asked.
She frowned like the idea was absurd. “No. I’m not pressing charges, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“You should.”
That frown on her face deepened. “Noah—” She stepped toward him and he leapt back.
“I’m going to go.”
Before she could respond, he was moving.
“This isyourhouse,” she said, following. “I’llgo.”
“No. I have a good security system. Lock the doors after me and turn the alarm on once I’m out. I’ll text you the details. I’ll also call Jesse and get him to put a deputy on the house.” He went to his room, grabbed a bag, and packed his shit. He’d go to Indie and Colt’s for the rest of the night.
