Doesn’t mean I can stand to be in the same room with her right now.
Opening the door, I barge out and slam it shut behind me, breathing freely at last now that I’m away from the crushing weight of her.
22
Piper
Present Day
The door slams shut behind him and I stare at it, feeling like I’m going crazy.
He kidnapped me, brought me here, fucked me, then looked like he had no clue what I was talking about when I accused him of killing my parents. And I believed him. That is, I believed the denial he never uttered, which makes no sense. Iknowwhat he’s capable of.
And now, after I just opened my heart to him, he’s slammed the door shut between us, leaving me alone in this place, wherever this place is. His bedroom?
It’s got just the same kind of bland, empty look as the bedroom I used to spend my nights holed up in when he wasn’t in mine. Yes, I guess this is his room, alright. He brought me here, I have no idea why, but right now, the why doesn’t matter, and neither does the furniture and color or lack thereof.
What matters is getting the hell out of here.
I shake myself out of my stupor and launch at the door, but of course, it’s locked.
I hadn’t even heard the lock turn. I guess begging my ex pathetically for protection from a murderer only to be completely ignored and deserted, kept my brain so occupied it didn’t notice the sound of the lock.
So, I really am kidnapped. I wonder what Quill’s going to do to me next.
What’s wrong with me that my insides are clenching at thethought?
His reaction to my plea should have proven once and for all how little he cares.
Somehow it hurt even more than when I thought he was planning to murder me. At least that would have meant he cared enough to kill me.
Instead, he heard me beg for help and… left.
Fuck. Me.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt more pathetic as I slump over on his bed, which makes me remember everything we just did here. Goddamnit. How the hell can you hate a person as much as I hate Quill Nelson while getting so aroused at the mere thought of him?
Then I sit up abruptly and freeze as I hear the front door of the apartment open, followed by voices.
They’re muffled, coming from far away in the apartment, but I can just make them out. I’d know those voices anywhere. The voices of the Devil.
Or rather, of his soldiers: Liam and Dane.
Guess the three of them are still as tight as ever. Have I gone completely mad, to go running back into the arms of the psycho who ordered my rape? I can try to pretend he didn’t leave me any choice just now, but the truth is, I wanted him to fuck me. Hell, Istillwant him to fuck me. Even as I hear his deep voice mingling with Liam’s whiny one and Dane’s clear one, I want him to come back and fuck me.
I’ve always considered myself to be rational, but all reason goes out the window when Quill’s around.
Then the voices grow louder, and while I can’t make out their sense, I have a feeling they’re fighting. That is, Quill’s deep one is growling out strings of expletives while Liam is bitching and snivelling, and Dane is playing the mediator.
I can’t make out much, but I have a feeling this is about whatI overheard at Devil Tower. Some contract Quill screwed up for them, and now they’re all in trouble.
Each of Liam’s snively high-pitched words makes a chill crash down my spine, while Dane’s clear, quiet tone makes me feel filthy inside. I want to claw at my skin, remove every piece of it that’s ever been touched by them.
I hadn’t seen them since they raped me, and the sound of their voices has me curling up in a ball, trying to force out the threat of the memories crushing down on me.
I hadn’t seen them, that is, until I spotted them at Devil Tower with Josh—
Fuck.
