“The prisoner has been fed,” she informs, dropping the key off in my hand. I pinch the bridge of my nose and try not to snap. “Can I bring her a change of clothes? All she’s wearing is that slutty dress.”
I’m about to open my mouth to respond when the loud bang of a food tray slamming against the door of Elena’s room ripples through the house.
I rub my temples and sigh.
Killing her would be less painful than this.
“No, she will sit in those clothes until she learns her place.”
“Her suppressants?” Declan asks, who has been quiet throughout dinner.
“Crush them up and put them in her food,” I tell Maeve, and Declan takes a deep inhale.
“Nách mór an diabhal thú,”Maeve hisses under her breath.
“Ah, but if I’m the devil, that would make you the devil’s housekeeper,” I tell her, rising from my place at the dining table. “Any of you even goes near that fucking door, and Rory won’t be the only man missing a finger around here.”
I leave with the warning still hanging in the air. I get into the back of the SUV. All the vehicles have been properly scanned since the last incident.
“Where to, boss?”
“The hospital, then the morgue.”
I still have a present to send to Anthony Amante, and I need to check on my brother. As Cormac drives, I pull out my phone and watch the surveillance of my new little pet.
It isn’t a fixation, simply a safety precaution. I need to make sure she doesn’t try anything stupid, like attempting to kill herself. It’s also a way to make sure that everyone else in that fucking house listens to my orders and stays the course.
The camera shows me four different angles, and I sigh in frustration as I look at the one facing the door. The food Maeve provided is scattered along the floor as the blonde Omega paces back and forth in the room.
Part of me almost hopes that she tries something. It’s been so long since I’ve had a worthy opponent.
I can’t decide if I want her to fight me or if I want to watch the disobedience drain from her eyes.
16
ELENA
Finn shutsthe door behind him. My manic laugh hopefully trails him through the door and haunts him for the rest of his miserable day.
The laugh that bubbled up in my throat quickly turns into a sob. Reality wraps its unjust, unmerciful claws around my throat, and I feel like I can’t breathe.
I’m trapped here.
Betrayed in more ways than one.
The pack I was going to be given to isthisone. The thing I feared most is happening to me right now, and I don’t know how to let that sink in.
Logan was a traitor; he wasn’t loyal to my father or me. He’s been working with the O’Briens this whole fucking time. He knows so much about me. He’s probably been feeding this information back to Finn this whole time. The treachery cuts deep, but not as deeply as when I think about Cillian.
There’s a part of me that still aches for him, that wonders if he’s okay. But the other part of me is so fucking mad that I hope that he’s hurting right now.
It serves him right.
He didn’t just keep tabs on me or come to The High Roller to collect what he thought was owed to him.
What Cillian did cuts me the most.
He cultivated a connection between us, encouraging my feelings for him, all while lying to me. Cillian felt safe to me, and yet, here I am, locked in this fucking room and being treated like an untrained, unruly dog by his brother.
