No one could know.
That’s the kicker, isn’t it? The shame that comes with your nightmare.
It was easiest sticking to a routine. Work, school, work, friends, bed. Gwen and Haley. I drank with them, but never too much, unless it was at Sullie’s. I felt safe there.
After moving to my expensive apartment, my therapist told me that maybe dating would help me find my libido again.
It didn’t.
I tried everything. Hot guys, older guys, one girl…nothing. My body just didn’t react… until my demon waltzed into my life.
Now, I was here, with Col in one of my rapist's offices.
The smell of burning flesh made me want to vomit, but I suppressed the feeling. I sat perched on my rapist’s desk, dressed in a blood red pencil skirt, a black lacy bralette, and a black blazer. My ponytail was high and tight on my head. Collin and I were currently in the big man’s office that overlooked the coastline. Luckily for us, his floor was cleared out, and I knew in my gut Col had something to do with that. I didn’t ask questions.
After doing some digging, Nick discovered that the vile man had run off to Florida, hiding from his crimes.
His father was the original owner of Danes shipping, which had been used by the mafia to ship out drugs, alcohol, money, and even people. Collin was unaware of the flesh trafficking until a few weeks ago, and now, he was shutting it down from the inside out.
Within the last week, we had been traveling together, hitting all the major cities and ports on the coast. While my demon earned his loyalty, I was leaving a trail of breadcrumbs for James Garner. When I ran into him in Boston, I gave him the information on the shipping container, and the next morning it was all over the news. Over fifty women and young girls, saved.
According to the newspapers, the victims were dirty, beaten, starving, and nude when they were found—but they werealive.With each breadcrumb I left, a breaking news story followed.
Did he know I was leaving breadcrumbs?
My stomach soured because I was betraying him…
He was a smart man, and it wasn’t like I was hiding it…He had given me an untraceable phone, but I had Gwen’s number…
He didn’t say anything, and neither did I.
We worked together, shutting down the evil the mafia had been spreading, city by city. Over the course of our timetraveling together, I watched Collin kill. It didn’t bother me, and that should have scared me, being unbothered by ruthless killings.
However, I was content with being by his side. This was his form of justice.
He was taking over Romano’s kingdom.
He hadn’t told me everything yet, but I hoped that, in time, he would. We would spend our days traveling, influencing, he would kill, and I would watch, but every night…
Every. Single. Night. He fucked me.
Then.
Hemade loveto me.
His demon got a turn, and then once his darkness is satisfied, my Col appeared.
“Look at her again and I will perform an enucleation right here, Mr. Danes,” he hissed, gripping my rapist’s jaw, tipping his face up so his right eye could meet the edge of his blade. My eyes looked up to my demon as he came to face the man who held me down all those years ago. The man was crying, shedding more tears than I had when he used my body. A new feeling of satisfaction rolled through me as I stared at the man, knowing that he faced the same fate as his little friends.
All my other rapists were dead.
All except for Mr. Danes.
“Col,” I said softly.
He twisted his head so I could see his profile.
“Make it hurt,” I said, keeping my eyes on him. Only him. The monster in the room didn’t deserve my fucking attention. My statement caused my demon to turn fully to me, his eyes the coldest I'd ever seen them.
