The guys needed to go into the office, but Graham wanted to make sure I didn’t forget his tongue while he was gone. It’s been almost two weeks since I’ve been in their arms, but I can still feel them wrap around me while I tune out this hell.
Bang, bang, bang.
Shit!
“Hurry up,” Nick growls from the other side of the locked door. “I will break the door down, Baby Girl.”
God, I wish he would stop saying that. I hated that nickname when we were together, let alone now. I can see his shadow lingering under the door. Waiting for me to make my appearance.
I peek my head out of the bathroom, putting my sweetest smile on. “Could I possibly shower? I stink Nick. I don’t know how you stand to be near me.” I beg. I know I sound pathetic, but I can’t help it. Anything to delay going back out there.
“Fine, you have ten minutes. I’ll leave a shirt for you outside the door.”
A shirt, that’s all I fucking get is a goddamn shirt? Shit, I would settle for an oversized pair of sweats to go with that shirt, but it’s freezing and I get a shirt?
“Ok, thank you.” Keep your cool, Nyx. You got this.
It’s mid-afternoon, the sun is starting to come through the windows at the back of the cabin. Today has been the nicest day we have had since they took us. They are no longer trying to force us into compliance, but I still don’t trust them. We have been sitting in the living room, on the laps of our corresponding assholes.
The sounds of shattering glass fill the room, just seconds before smoke starts to pour in. What the actual fuck is going on? Nick grips my hair and pulls me to the back of the small cabin. Like he is going to be able to run away from any assailants that are here.
“They won’t get you, Nyx. You. Are. Mine.” He growls in my ear. “If I can’t have you, no one can.”
He is backed into a corner. Never trust a feral dog when it’s cornered. Nick right now is that dog, and I’m afraid he’s going to just kill me so they can’t have me.
“Nick, just let me go. Save your own life to fight again.” I plead.
His fingers in my hair tighten, and his other hand wraps around my throat. Cutting off my air supply, he drags me to the back door. He maintains the pressure on my slim neck but releases my hair to open the door, just seconds before the door splinters and is kicked in.
Demitri standing there, the whole world resting on his shoulders. A level of darkness I have never seen him possess reflects back in his eyes. He is the embodiment of the darkness that holds his soul!
CHAPTER 50
DEMITRI
Ikicked the door in. The smoke bomb pours out of the open space. I see Nick standing there, Nyx’s throat wrapped with his fingers. My vision goes red, and every single demon simmers under my skin.
“Demitri!” Nyx is able to call out before her air is cut off completely.
This place smells. Nyx looks clean, but the scent that lingers tells a different story. It’s musty, and the body odor and dirt linger everywhere. Nyx has bags under her eyes, that indicate she hasn’t been sleeping well. The bruises I can see just fuel the fire within me. Most of them are a mottled yellow, but there are a few fresh ones. As soon as my eyes find the still bleeding wound on her thigh, the demon in me takes over.
His fingers around her throat are leaching the color from the skin around them, and her face is red. I know he’s cutting off her air supply, and I would love nothing more than to put a bullet in both their brains, but they need more. I need more. More pain. More blood. More suffering. For them, not me. I will work through every single demon that lingers in my subconscious on their flesh.
Every sleepless night I’ve had since she was taken from me will be paid for in full. I need to hear them scream, to beg for their lives, to cry. I’ve already made this asshole piss himself once. Why he thinks he could beat us is beyond me.
“Nick, let them go. Face me like a fucking man.I told you once that if you touched her again, you would be ended by my hands.” I call out into the smoke.
“Fuck off, Demitri. This bitch ruined my life. The only way to fix this is for her to come back with me.” He calls out.
“I can make this quick, Nick. Or would you rather I show you every ounce of pain I can?” I can see his body shaking like a damn leaf, but he still doesn’t release Nyx.
He pulls her body in front of himself. His head barely sticks out above her shoulder. Nyx has tears running down her cheeks, and all the jostling has a thick stream of her dark red blood running down her leg, making a small puddle on the floor.
“You won’t have her, Demitri.” He grips her even tighter, and I need to control my temper before I do something rash.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Callum come up to the window at the front of the cabin. There was only one door to come in, that I kicked off the rickety hinges, so Cal had to use the window.
“You can have her back once I am done with her. You like sloppy seconds, don’t you?” An evil chuckle leaves his lips, and I am moments away from losing any ounce of control I have.
