Fury burned in my veins at the thought. I wanted to find the motherfucker and shoot him myself.
Who would just kill their girlfriend? When she fucking looked like this? Unless the fucker was a
piece of shit real lunatic like she said, I wouldn’t believe he’d shoot her just like that. She must have done something to make him flip. She must have played him in a way, like she was playing me. She
was no innocent bitch. Naïve my ass. Did she rat him out? Did she cheat on him? If she was my old
lady and did any of that shit, I’d shoot her, too.
What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m supposed to kill the bitch, not wonder if she’d ever be my
old fucking lady.
I dragged my stupid ass to the bar and got myself another beer instead of the one I gave Cookie.
The girl with the tits on display pulled her pink top lower and served me a cold one. I was too
hooked up on the bitch cuffed to my bed to even enjoy the view.
“Anything else I can get you, Prez? Anything at all?” She smiled.
I was about to let her down easy, but then the animal in me unlocked its cage. “Come with me,
sweetie pie. Time to put those tits and mouth of yours to good use.”
Nine
Sia
I tugged at the stupid cuffs as hard as I could, but they wouldn’t give, and my wrist was burning. I bent my thumb and tried to slip out of the metal. I’d always had small hands and skinny fingers. The more I tried the more I thought I could make it work. I just needed something to make my skin a little slippery.
Behind the door, one of the gang men kept yelling at me to stop moving every time the cuffs rattled.
He must have been guarding the room so I wouldn’t escape. I was surprised he didn’t come in and
knock me out already.
Was it Savage’s orders? To keep me awake for when he’d return? To finish what he brutally
started?
Except…he wasn’t brutal…at all. I meant, he was, but that kiss…was something else. Something,
unlike him, beautiful. Not that he was ugly. If he cleaned up a little and learned how to use the shaver in the bathroom, he’d look nice. Like really attractive. From the neck down—to his hips as I didn’t
dare look any farther—he was already a solid ten with all these defined chest muscles and abs, not to mention the sexy tattoos covering his arms. He even had that V that made smart girls go stupid.
He kidnapped you, pulled a gun at you, stripped you naked, kissed you against your will, cuffed
you to his bed, and has been planning on selling you if not killing you. Now is not the time to gostupid, Sia. Haven’t you learned anything from the bullet Leo put in your chest?
Footsteps grew louder outside the bedroom, and the door burst open. I pretended to be sleeping.
“Oh, who’s that?” A woman’s voice streamed in.
“Nobody,” Savage said gruffly. “Pretend she’s not here.”
What the hell?
