“Can you think about how I feel for one second? How would you react if I said I wanted to put a tracker under your skin?”
They exchange glances and Carter nods to Knox. I really hate these fucking silent conversations they have. Especially now.
“Is that what you want, Little Heathen?”
I was trying to make a point, but it’s clear this is happening no matter how hard I fight. This is the only say I have in this argument.
“Yes. It’s the only way it seems fair.”
Killian fishes his phone from his pocket and makes a call.
“Raven, I need three more trackers. Can you make that happen?”
He is silent for a few moments and says, “Yes, she wants to track us if we’re going to track her.”
I can hear Raven's laughter through the phone.
“Thanks. I appreciate it.”
Kill disconnects the call with a grin on his face.
“Done. He will be here shortly.”
I shake my head, now knowing Raven is responsible for this. Of course he is. Fucking psychopath. I wonder if he put a tracker in Bianca.
“Are you hungry?” Carter asks, and I shake my head.
“No. I’ll eat after you butcher me.”
Killian grumbles to himself.
“So glad she isn’t being dramatic about this.”
If I’m honest with myself, it’s not the worst idea. It makes sense. If someone—anyone took me—I’d want them to be able to find me. So why the pushback?
“Tesoro, please tell me you understand why we are doing this.”
I nod as emotion wells in my eyes, and I blink back the tears threatening to fall.
“I do.”
Taking a shaky breath, I attempt to get my thoughts together so I can make them understand.
“I was controlled for my entire life. The way I looked— acted— who I had inside my body. Even whether or not I could reproduce. Everything was taken from me. And then I met you and I was gifted the ability to consent or not consent.”
I lose the battle, and tears fall down my cheeks as my men watch me with rapt attention, listening to every single word as I continue.
“I say gifted because that’s what it felt like for me—a gift. It should be something I simply expect. A right, not a fucking gift. For me, it was different because you are the first and only men to offer me a choice. That’s why I fought you—not because I don’t understand the danger that lies ahead. But because I’d rather die than lose my ability to choose again—to anyone, including you.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
CARTER
“Come here, beautiful girl.”
I wrap my arms around her and pull her as close as I can.
“You will always have a choice with us. None of us will ever take that away from you unless you’re in jeopardy. If it weren’t for this situation, we never would’ve had this conversation, but I won’t lie to you, Little Heathen. I like knowing where you are. When you’re away from me, it’s harder to breathe. Everything seems so impossible.”
