This whole thing was orchestrated by Pete.
This wasalwayspersonal.
And thanks to my father, he had access not just to me but to my schedule. He had to know about Landon’s new motorcycle and that we were at headquarters today. Since he wasn’t there with Dad, Metal, and Thunder, but knew they were going, all he had to do was have someone lie in wait and watch for us to leave. Then send some kind of signal.
Grief and pain are replaced by pure rage.
So much so that my body goes hot all over.
I might still want to die when this is over—but not until Pete is dead too. If my father won’t do it, I have no doubt that Elliott or Daniil or Chris absolutely will.
And I have to stay alive long enough to see that happen.
“Why would you do this?” I hiss, realizing that my lips are cracked and swollen and that’s why it’s hard to talk.
“Because you refused to do things the easy way.” He shakes his head. “This wouldn’t have been necessary if we hadn’t had an issue that called me out of town the first time you were taken. We’d be married and you’d be pregnant by now. You’re stubborn as fuck, you little bitch. You forced me to do things the hard way.”
“I’m not marrying you.”
He chuckles. “Yeah, darlin’, you are.”
“Fuck you.”
“Soon enough. Be patient. We’re going to see how long it takes you to beg me to fuck you in all three holes.”
Gross.
I swallow down bile.
“You’re disgusting.”
“But you’re going to beg for it. Every day. Mark my words.” He turns to one of the men with him. “Cut her clothes off.”
I try to wiggle against them but it just makes the chain around my neck tighten and then I can’t breathe.
“The less you fight, the easier it’ll be,” Pete calls out.
The man in front of me uses scissors to cut right up the front of my blouse and bra as Pete walks over to the other two women.
“These two are perfect. Our man in Abu Dhabi asked for a redhead and someone brown for his harem—these two fit the bill. We need to clean them up, though. They look rough right now. Cut them down and get them to Marisol, so she can prepare them for the transfer. If they fight, make sure they understand the consequences, but don’t bruise their faces.”
He turns back to me, smirking as the last of my clothes fall in tatters on the ground.
Then he frowns.
“What the hell is this?” he demands. He walks over and grabs as much of my neatly trimmed pubic hair as he can. “I want this gone!” he yells to one of the men. “No body hair. And if she acts up, you can shave her head too.”
It takes everything I have not to yelp from pain, but I manage not to react and he smiles.
“Oh, don’t play tough with me, darlin’. I know exactly how to get a response from you.” He reaches up and pinches my nipples so hard I gasp. He laughs. “Just like that. From now on, you’ll scream for me whenever and wherever I say. Understand?”
I don’t respond.
This isn’t as bad as it could be, but it’s worse than I imagined.
“You’ll learn to submit, Allora. Or you’ll suffer. I have no problem with the idea of beating you into submission. And believe me, where we’re going, there won’t be anyone to hear you scream.”
“Why me?” I ask finally. “There have to be other women you want more.”
