I stopped believing in destiny a long time ago. I’m not about to believe again.
Chapter Seven
Hevan
Azrael drops me onto the limousine seat as if I weigh nothing, and I guess for a man like him, that’s true. Still, the way my body has been manhandled the past couple of days makes every abrupt movement painful.
I know his dark gaze is on me, so I avoid his attention, choosing to remain as quiet as possible while curled into a small ball on the seat opposite him.
“Have you always been this dramatic?” he asks, and I snap my gaze up to his.
There’re a million-and-one responses I could give to that question, but the truth is, I know they will be lost on a man from his walk of life. It’s almost like he’s from another world. How the hell can anyone remain unscathed and calm after the trauma I’ve just been through, and worse, there’s probably much more to come.
I think back to the woman in the basement; she told me my best option would be to be taken by Azrael, that I would be used, then given a job in one of the clubs they own. All Iknow is, there’s no way in hell I’m going back to that building.
The screams, hoots, and hollers bouncing off the walls as I ran play out in my mind, and with it, bile rises in my throat, so I try to breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth to stop myself from throwing up.
“You’re ignoring me. You’ll learn not to piss me off soon enough.” His sharp words are a promise, and I blink away the tears threatening to fall. He leans over me, his vast shadow looming above me and blocking the streetlights from my vision. His firm fingers grip my cheeks, squeezing, and I whimper. “And don’t start fucking crying; if there’s anything that pisses me off, it’s the tears.”
He releases me with a shove, then sits back in his seat while I silently waver from his merciless act. I’m basically in a state of shock, and deep in my heart, I know there’s much worse to come.
My dark avenger is a demon in the night, and something tells me he isn’t afraid of revealing himself in the daytime too.
Azrael
By the time we arrive at my mansion, she’s passed out, and I can’t take my eyes off her.
On the way over here, her small body rocked back and forth with the vibrations of the car, and I almost put my fist through the divider when we went over a bump too fast, causing her to cry out in her comatose state.
Jensen needs to learn when to drive like his ass is being shot up and when to chill the fuck out and drive like an ordinary person.
The limo comes to a standstill, and I swear I hear Jensen speaking to someone in the front, but I pay little attention to them since my little toy is rousing from her sleep.
The moment he opens my door, I step out.
“Sir, what shall I do?” He motions toward the little toy, who appears to be out cold.
“I’ll deal with her. Meet me in my office in an hour.” He grants me a nod and steps back, allowing me to reach inside and scoop her up. Bringing her close to my chest, I survey her. She wouldn’t have lasted two minutes after being auctioned off, especially if someone like Vector ormy father had won her. The thought angers me so much my muscles coil like a viper preparing for the kill.
She nuzzles into my chest, and my grip on her tightens while my muscles relax against her touch. The lights on the property illuminate the concrete steps leading into the mansion, and I appreciate the warmth as soon as I step inside.
I ignore the guard stationed at my entrance. He is more than used to deliveries such as this one, and I take the marble staircase up to the bedrooms.
When I reach the bedroom reserved for my toys, a stab of something lances through my chest, but I’m unsure why. It’s not a sensation I’m familiar with, and it fucks with my head.
I lean down and profess the truth of how I’ve been feeling since the moment I set eyes on her.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Little Toy. But I welcome it.”
Chapter Eight
Hevan
Flashes of faces, yanking of my hair, and my body being bruised and punished slam into me. His dark eyes trained on me, the taste of his cock in my mouth. Image after image of a nightmare has my eyes darting open as I suck in a sharp breath.
My heart pounds, beating so rapidly I feel like I’m going to have a heart attack.
I scan the room, and my stomach sinks. I’m not in my dorm room; it wasn’t a nightmare; it’s my new reality.
