“Yeah. I will.”
“Fine. I’m in.”
There wasa part of North that felt relieved. This is what he’d been working toward. Getting Jared to open up to a relationship with her.
To finally let go of all that fucking guilt.
He also wondered what he’d just agreed to. He could tell himself that he was just saying yes to get Jared to make his move on her.
However, he knew that was a lie.
Because Jared was right. There was a part of him that was interested in her.
And he fucking hated that.
“Let’s get this—” A scream interrupted Jared and he stood at the same time as North.
“That’s Angie,” Jared said before they raced toward the door.
What the fuck? Had someone gotten in here? Were they hurting her?
If so, he was going to make sure that they never breathed the same air as her again.
Angie yelledas pain wracked her body.
“That’s it, scream, you slut. No one can hear you. Is that why you were trying to leave? Because you wanted someone else to fuck? Am I not enough for you?”
“No, no, no!” she cried.
“I can’t hear you, slut. Now, I’m going to have to teach you a lesson for disobeying me. And it’s going to hurt.”
He smiled.
And she screamed again.
“Angie! Angie, wake up.”
Angie let out a startled cry and sat up suddenly, banging her forehead into something hard.
She could hear someone swearing, but she was in too much of a panic to focus on who it was. The book she’d been reading when she’d fallen asleep went flying as she got up and dove behind the sofa where she’d been reading.
There she crouched, trembling and breathing heavily.
God, she was going to vomit.
Don’t.
You cannot vomit.
“Sweetheart, it’s all right. It’s just me.” A large figure moved around the couch, looming over her.
Another scream escaped her.
Fergus.
It was Fergus. He was going to hurt her again. He was going to tie her down, make her scream.
“No, no, please, please,” she cried. “I can’t. Not again. I can’t.”
