The sound of boots on the stairs behind me hit my ears moments before Troy reports back.
“One dead in the bathroom. The rest of the girls are currently being prepared.” Troy keeps his body pressed against my backside. If they don’t fucking move, Peter will be wearing whatever is left in my stomach.
“So, you killed one of my guards?” Peter says, his voice bordering on excitement. “Well, I guess I’ll have to teach you a lesson on what happens when you misbehave.” A sickening smile takes over his face, and I know he’s happy I killed his guard.
Because now he gets to hurt me.
All I can hope is he makes it quick as Troy holds out another needle.
Finally, peace.
50
EMRIS
I down beer after beer,and I can still feel too much. Hear too much. Fucking see too much. Peter and Troy are laughing together on the other side of the room, but I don’t have the energy to turn around and give them more attention.
“Emris! I got you a surprise!” Peter shouts, but still, I don’t turn—not until I hearhervoice.
Brielle’s screams fill the room, and I shoot up, the stool under me crashing to the ground.
Peter has Brielle in his grasp, pressed to his chest. Her arms behind her back, his through them, securing her. His other hand is in her wet, knotted hair as he yanks it back as hard as he can. She has tears streaming down her face, but she doesn’t seem right.She’s high. Cuts and bruises litter her frail body, and a rage I didn’t know I could feel fills my whole body.
I clear the distance between us, and Peter tosses her to Troy, who’s standing next to him barely managing to catch her weak body.
“Emris,” she sobs, and I’m not sure if she sees me or if she’s just calling out, begging for me to save her. Either way, I won’t sit by and let them hurt her.
“Your little girlfriend shot and killed my guard.”
My chest swells with pride. She tried to get out of here, which means she’s somewhere in there. Even if she’s buried deep down, she’s still there.
“Now she has to pay the price.” Troy tightens his arms around her center and puts his face between her shoulder and neck, inhaling her scent, all while keeping his eyes on mine. I take another step closer, but Peter puts his hand up.
“I can only imagine what it would feel like to sink myself deep inside her. To feel how wet she’d get for me,” Peter begins, and I don’t even think as my fist connects with his face. He manages to catch himself from falling, but my attack sends everyone into fight mode. Two guards grab my arm, but I manage to shake them off, knocking one out in the process.
I charge forward, wanting to choke Peter out until he’s no longer breathing, but I don’t get that chance again. I’m not fast enough. Two more guards manage to get me in a hold I can’t break out of.
Peter wipes the blood from his busted lip, a small chuckle leaving his mouth as he steps closer.
“That was the wrong move to make, son. See, I was going to let you have one last night with her as a reward for your good behavior this week, but now—” He steps until he’s right in my face. “Now, you get to watch.”
“Don’t you dare fucking touch her!” I yell, gaining the attention of every single person in the room. “I’ll kill every last one of you if you fucking touch her.” My chest heaves with rage. Brielle’s head falls to the side, resting on Troy’s shoulder, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.
I watch as Troy runs his fingers along Brielle’s naked body, and that rage breaks free. I manage to get out of the hold the guards have on me by some miracle, and my fist hits one square in the face. He falls to the ground, out cold. The other guardrushes me, but I bring my elbow up and hit him before kicking him in the stomach. He drops next, and I rush toward Brielle.
Fear takes over Troy’s face, but he doesn’t let her go. Instead, he reaches into his pocket at the last second and brings a knife to her throat.
“You take one step closer and I’ll slit her throat and fuck her dying body while you watch.” Troy’s gaze burns into me.
Brielle’s eyes keep fluttering open and closed as she tries to fight the effects of the drugs.
Another guy walks through the door, something in his hand I don’t want to believe it is.
No—Peter wouldn’t.
Troy—
FUCK!
