Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 66859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
He finds his release with a feral growl that makes my skin prickle.
Only when he comes down from that high, and he realizes what he’s done, does he let me go and step back. I stand there, half naked, his pleasure running out of me, staring at him with a mixture of shock and confusion. Firstly, we didn’t use a condom. Secondly, he looks like he’s about to lose his shit in a big way.
He looks enraged, his face is tight and wild.
Oh, boy.
“Clean up,” he growls, his voice a low hiss. “Now.”
I shakily do as he asks, walking into the bathroom where I clean up. When I’m done, I get myself dressed and walk back out. Beckett is standing in the living area with a pair of handcuffs in his hands. I blink, slowly. “What are you doing?”
“I don’t trust you. Especially not after that. While I’m not here, you’ll be cuffed.”
He can’t be serious.
He literally cannot be serious.
“No,” I say, shaking my head. “No, I’m not a god damned prisoner.”
“But you are, Poppy,” he growls, taking a step forward.
“What is wrong with you?” I screech when he lunges at me, catching me by the arm and slapping the cuffs on as if he’s done it a thousand times.
He probably has.
“You’re dangerous, you’re fuckin’ everything up,” he growls, as he snaps the other end of the cuffs to one of the many freestanding poles in the large warehouse. This one is near the living room sofa.
“You just shoved your dick into me,” I bellow, jerking on the cuff. “I’ll tell Becky, so help me god if you don’t uncuff me, I’ll tell her how fucking much you groaned when you were fucking me.”
He moves like lightning, grabbing my jaw in his hand and leaning in close. “You’re walkin’ a very fine line, Poppy. I will end you.”
“What sort of person are you!” I scream as he straightens and turns, walking toward the exit. “I have to eat, to use the bathroom, this is insane! I’m not even healed, I’ll end up hurting so badly I won’t be able to work.”
“The guards will come in hourly to walk you around,” he tells me without looking back. “At night, the cuffs will be connected to a chain that I’ll install later, so you can move around. You’re not leaving, Poppy.”
“You’ll pay for this, Beckett!” I roar, slamming my fist onto the table beside me. “So help me god, you’ll pay for this.”
He doesn’t answer.
He just disappears.
Leaving me alone.
11
I pick at the lock on my handcuff. Beckett underestimates me, he really does. If he thinks I didn’t master the art of freeing myself a long time ago then he’s sadly mistake. Oh, what a shock he’s going to get when he walks in to find me free of his stupid little cuff. Worse, he’ll regret treating me the way he did.
I wasn’t going to tell Dane anything, but now he can have the fucking club. He can have all of them. I’m done. I’m so fucking done I can’t possibly be any more so. He will come to learn that if you fuck with me, I’ll fuck with you so much harder.
I twist the tiny piece of metal I ripped off the table beside me, a part that was helping to hold the legs on. It took me a while, considering the two bikers from outside came in every hour as Beckett promised to take me to the toilet, to get me some food and water and to make sure I was comfortable. One of them felt sorry for me and gave me a pillow and blanket.
Beckett is due back soon to install a god damned chain so I can move around like a dog on a leash, but when he returns, he won’t find me here. He’ll find everything gone, because I’m going to destroy the lot of it. Fuck him and the club. They can hunt me down for all I care, I’m done playing their little twisted fucking game. As for Rocco, well, I’ll give him Mateo and he can deal with it himself.
I’m done worrying about other people.
I fiddle with the lock for another hour before finally, I hear the click. The cuff pops open and I’m finally freed of it. I glance at the clock on the wall, the guards are due in in less than twenty minutes, so I don’t have a great deal of time to work with. I stand up, stretching my sore legs as I rush around, getting everything I need and stuffing it into a bag. Then, I call Mateo and tell him to meet me, before calling Rocco and telling him where Mateo will be.
There.
Done.
No guilt at all.
None.
Fuck.
I text Dane and give him the location where Mateo and Rocco will be meeting, perhaps that’ll be enough to give him what he wants. I tell him to call me when that’s done and I’ll talk to him more about the club. That seems enough incentive to get him moving in the right direction. Then, I take all the money I’ve made so far and take an item off every single piece of equipment so the bikers can’t use it. I take power cords, ink, I mix the bleach solutions wrong, I throw the paper on the spilled ink on the floor, I remove parts off the printer and make it such a mess it’ll take them months to get back on track.