I got up and looked around, making sure no one was nearby, then reached down and grabbed the back of his jacket, pulling him toward my car. He kept wailing, and I picked up the pace, afraid someone would hear his pathetic cries.
When we reached my car, I popped the trunk and picked him up, throwing him inside. He let out a soft whimper, and I looked at him with utter disgust. I pulled out a long syringe and uncapped it, giving it a few good thumps.
“I changed my mind,” I sighed. “Anyone who hurts Lila doesn’t deserve to live.”
I plunged the syringe into his neck, watching as his eyes began to flutter closed. His body went limp, his head lulling to the side as he passed out. I looked at him one last time before slamming the trunk closed.
Alargepurpleclockhung on the wall, the hands ticking by slower than they should. My skin itched with the need to get up and move, so I stood from the bed and started to pace, glancing at the clock occasionally. My ankle throbbed with every step, but I pushed past the pain, the need to move making me feel claustrophobic.
My mind was racing with thoughts of what Jason might have planned for me. I still didn't know why I was here. When I'd asked, he'd only given me one word.
You.
What did that even mean?
A jolt of arousal shot straight to my clit as I remembered the way he looked at me last night. The throbbing in my clit grew, but I shook my head to clear the thoughts, telling myself I only felt this way because I hadn't been laid in months.
I glanced back up at the clock, seeing only two minutes had passed since I last checked, and groaned.
A loud click filled the silence, and the large metal door swung open. Jason stepped through, his hands bloody and bruised, and the hair on the back of my neck stood at attention. He dragged something, no,someonebehind him, and I stumbled back, my blood running cold.
He threw the body down, causing their face to smash against the wooden floor. I stared at Jason, his breathing heavy and erratic as he flipped the body over. My breath caught in my throat as it turned over, revealing a face bloodied and bruised, but one I recognized.
Daniel lay on the floor, his chest rising and falling in a steady, but strained rhythm. I swallowed down bile as I glanced at Jason, the look in his eyes one of pure hatred.
“What did you do?” I whispered.
“I’m fixing a problem,” he replied, his voice void of any emotion.
“Whatproblemare you fixing?”
His head snapped up toward me, blood smeared across his cheek, and something dark swirled in his eyes. I backed away as fear and arousal battled in my stomach. My back hit the nightstand, knocking the vase to the floor and shattering it. Water carried the flowers across the floor, meeting with Daniel’s blood, their floral scent mixing with the coppery scent of blood in the air.
Jason stepped forward, reaching his hand out to me, and I stumbled back, my feet slipping against the water. Pain shot through me as a piece of glass embedded itself in my left foot.
Great, now I have two injured feet.
“Fuck,” I hissed, reaching down to pull it from my skin.
Before I could reach the glass, Jason’s hand gripped my wrist, and I gasped. Concern laced his features, his nostrils flaring as he looked down at the blood seeping from my foot.
“Let me help,” he whispered.
I looked between his hand and my foot and gave him a curt nod. He reached down and lifted me in his arms, a small yelp escaping my lips. He placed me on the bed gently and inspected the wound, his lips turned down in a frown.
“Doesn’t look deep,” he said gruffly before turning toward the bathroom.
Daniel stirred, letting out a low groan, his hands moving to his face. His face turned up in a grimace as he felt his crooked nose and swollen eye. Fear flashed across his face as he looked around the room, his eyes darting between me and Jason.
“What the fuck,” he whispered, his voice thick with sleep.
He went to stand, but Jason’s foot slammed into him, holding him in place against the floor.
“Stay,” he growled. “Do. Not. Move.”
Daniel let out a soft whimper, his one eye peering up at me.
Deep down, I knew this was wrong. I knew that Jason was a ticking time bomb, but something dark twisted in my stomach, all the care I would typically have evaporating as I replayed the last time I saw Daniel.
