He frowns, his expression filled with genuine confusion. “Because I love you.”
Great. He’s delusionalandpsychopathic.
I watch as the other girls are cut down and led out of the room. Then it’s just Pete and me. He seems to be thinking, occasionally glancing up at me.
“You have no idea how hard it makes my cock to see you strung up like you are. We’ll have lots of restraints at the new house. You’ll be tied up regularly. Legs open, pussy nice and wet for me. That’s something to look forward to, but I have to deal with business first. Once this next payday comes in, then I can focus on you.” He adjusts his crotch. “In the meantime, get used to being very uncomfortable. I would prefer if you didn’t shit yourself, but do what you have to do because you’re staying right where you are until we’re ready to leave.”
Dread momentarily washes over me but that familiar rush of rage replaces it.
Despite my dire circumstances, I’m going to kill him.
I know it with every fiber of my being. No matter how long it takes.
I make the vow to myself and to Landon.
I’m so sorry, baby.
I’ll always love you.
And I’ll get revenge for both of us.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Landon
There’s an annoying rhythmic beeping making my head pound. I feel a twinge of pain at the base of my skull but can’t seem to muster up the energy to fight through it enough to wake up. I’m just so fucking tired. Maybe if I sleep a little longer, the pounding in my head will pass.
Whatis Allora doing to make that incessant beeping noise?
“Babe.” My voice sounds more like a croak. “Can you?—”
“Landon.” A woman’s voice. Soft. Worried. Tearful?
ButnotAllora’s voice?
“Wha’s wrong?” I mutter, trying valiantly to open my eyes.
“Landon, can you wake up?” The woman’s voice again. Definitely not Allora. “Please, Landon. Wake up.”
It’s Courtney.
Why is my sister crying?
And where is Allora?
Finally, I manage to open my eyes just a slit, enough to recognize Courtney’s red hair and the tears in her eyes.
“Where…” I can’t seem to finish the sentence.
Why does my head hurt so much and where the fuck am I?
“Come on, wake up, Landon!” Her voice is louder now, bordering on annoying.
“Don’t…yell,” I grunt.
“You’re in the hospital,” she says, taking one of my hands between both of hers and rubbing them briskly. “You had surgery because of a brain bleed. The doctors need you to wake up. I need you to wake up.”
Brain bleed?
