Chapter 44
EMRIS
I have no idea how long I’ve been sitting against this cold brick wall, but I do know that there’s no more light shining through the small hole, which means it’s nighttime.
I’ve never really minded the darkness. In most cases, I welcome it and the peace it brings.
But right now it’s louder than ever. I can hear everything. My breathing, the drip of water, and my thoughts, and I want nothing more than to turn on the fucking light.
Jasper says there’s no way out of here, but I’ll find a way. He says he doesn’t have anything to live for, and it makes me want to get out of here even more. To take him with us because I know this man has seen some shit. Shit no one should have to see.
I press my palms into the brick wall until the cold bites into my skin, until it reminds me I’m still here. As long as I can feel anything, I can hold on. For her.
When someone unlocks the door and walks in, Peter’s ugly ass face comes into view, his breath cutting through the damp air, and I’ve never wanted to kill someone as much as I do right now.
“Ahhh Emris. I was hoping we’d meet again,” he says, leaning against the cell door. I don’t say anything because it won’t even matter.
“See, I knew you’d make the perfect addition to my team when you held that gun to the back of my head at the hotel.” He clicks his tongue and shakes his head.
“If only I’d pulled the trigger then,” I rage in his direction.
“Oh, if only.” A smile takes over his face before he opens his fucking mouth again. “I was just visiting Brielle in the other room. God, no wonder you’re so in love with her. She’s gorgeous.”
Before I even know what I’m doing, I’m on my feet and reaching for him through the bars, but the bastard takes a step back with his hands up.
“Leave her the fuck alone or I swear to God I’ll fucking end you.”
“Well, Emris. It seems like you aren’t in any position to kill me, now are you?
” My hands grip the bars so strongly I’m surprised they don’t bend.
“She’s going to be my star, you know. She’s what everyone will want.
The perfect moneymaker.” He steps closer, just barely out of reach.
“There are usually three girls I get to choose from. The three prettiest, and Brielle...” He lets out a low whistle before continuing. “She’s the prettiest of them all.”
When he’s barely in reach, my hand wraps around his throat and I pull him into the metal bars.
He chokes as I squeeze harder, but before I can fucking strangle the life out of him, his two men hit my arm with something hard, though I don’t loosen my grip—at least not right away.
After the third hit, I pull my arm back into the cell, and Peter almost falls to the ground as he coughs.
“You’re going to regret doing that, boy,” he spits in my direction. “Better yet, your little girlfriend is going to pay for your mistakes.” Turning to the guards, he says, “Take care of him.”
“Don’t fucking touch her!” I yell, but he doesn’t say anything.
I watch as he leaves the room, leaving the door cracked as the two men enter my cell.
Their batons in hand and ready to deliver a beating.
I take blow after blow from them. It hurts, but I grit my teeth and take it, refusing to give them anything else.