Page 62 of Let Me Protect You

I pick my head up but keep my eyes closed. At this point, I’m not sure how much time has passed. Inside this room, there aren’t any windows, so I can’t even tell if it’s nighttime or daytime. If I had to guess based off of today’s actions, I’d say early evening.

Male voices start shouting again, and I can barely make out their words.

“Someone is here,” a man says.

Another deep voice says, “Make sure the fucker is alone or else we shoot the girl.”

My heart pounds against my ribcage like a battering ram. They must mean me. I’m the only female here.

I reopen my eyes as footsteps get closer and closer and gasp when a masked man enters.

He pulls off his mask and gives me a toothy smile. If I was standing, I’d collapse. Or punch him in the face. It could honestly go either way.

“Oh, good, you remember me. Don’t worry about Abigail. She’s safe.”

But something about his tone is off. A moment later, Abby is dragged into the room. Her wide, frantic blue eyes meet mine as she struggles to free herself from another masked man.

“Patrick?” I shake my head. “What are you doing here?”

“Abigail was the easiest way to you.” He waves his pistol around lazily as if he isn’t a maniac who had me kidnapped. “And I’ve been paid a lot of money to procure you.”.

“But …” My words trail off. “Wait, were you the one who drugged me?”

He grins. “That girl with the tubes was easy to convince when I slid her a few hundred dollars.”

“Y-you’re despicable,” Abigail says, her voice wobbling.

“Please, darling, take it easy. I need you here for her to cooperate. Don’t take it too personally.”

“We went on like ten dates.” Then she lowers her voice and says, “We had sex. How am I supposed to not take it too personally?”

“Does it make you feel better to know I think you’re hot?” He shrugs as if that’s all she needed. “Now come with me.”

Abigail doesn’t move an inch, so Patrick sighs loudly and grabs her by the arm. She struggles against him, but her hands are also bound behind her back.

“Let go of me!”

“You weren’t saying that last night.”

Abigail’s face drains of all color. “Oh, you mother fucker.”

I tug on my restraints, but all it accomplishes is me howling out in pain. “Shut your mouth, you prick.”

He keeps his gaze on Abigail, ignoring me. “Yeah, I bet your mom’s hot. I’d definitely fuck her.”

Abigail shifts and averts her gaze. That piece of shit had to drag up her so-called mother who left when she was only two-years-old.

She lashes out a leg, trying to kick Patrick, but he dodges her easily. Then she tries with her other leg but with the same outcome. He’s dancing around her so perfectly with that shit-eating grin I wish I could smack off his face. He circles her, chuckling, mentally fucking with her.

Another man, one of the “guards” that switched out with my real bodyguards at the cemetery, pops his head inside. “Can you stop playing with them? Someone is coming.”

As if we’re toys. These men don’t have an ounce of respect for woman.

“Fine.” Patrick jerks Abigail over to a chair on the other side of the room. He ties her to it just like me. “Stay here, and be a good girl. Then maybe when I come back we can have some fun.”

She spits at him, but he only smirks. “I don’t want you to touch me ever again.”

Patrick shrugs. “Your loss.”