Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Stella
“You know, you’ve been nothing but a headache for me for the past several years,” Miles states. I found out his name after he stepped through the tunnel and Juniper was there to greet us.
Juniper smirks and moves in close. I meet her gaze and know right off that something isn’t right with her. Her eyes are dilated, and her face is paler than it usually is. Juniper loves to be tan, and this isn’t like her. “Finally getting what you deserve, bitch.”
“What did I ever do to you?” I ask, wanting to know the truth from her.
“You took the man I wanted . . . You and Isabelle, both couldn’t let me have one of them, and now you won’t have yours.
” She shrugs and looks to Miles. “I’ve ensured it.
It didn’t take much for me to find out a few things and give that information to Miles.
You see, I was adopted by my family. My real mother was a clubwhore years ago, just the same as that one .
. .” Juniper points to the corner where a woman was slumped over, and I knew she was dead.
“I found the woman who gave birth to me, and she told me her story. About how she got pregnant and the member of the club refused to marry her. Kicked her out. She had me and my sister. Ironically, we’re twins. Fraternal.”
“What does this have to do with me?” I snap, regretting it instantly as Miles squeezes my arm tightly and Juniper backhands me with enough force to send me tumbling slightly. If the bastard didn’t have a grip on me, I’d have fallen . . . mostly because I didn’t expect it.
“The fact you took the man I wanted. He was supposed to be mine. I’m a club princess and should be adored the way you three are.
More than that, I should be with Angel. When he rejected me because you got knocked up, I knew what I had to do.
I’d overheard about Miles. I contacted him.
I told him about the tunnel and how to get to you. ”
I felt as if my head was spinning with everything she said.
After Juniper spewed a few more harsh words and spit in my face, Miles ordered her to go somewhere. She didn’t look too happy but did it anyway, making sure to give me a backward glance once more.
Miles took me out of the cabin and into the woods, where he took a trail down to a car that was waiting for us.
Inside, he sat in the back with me while someone else drove.
While in the backseat of the vehicle, Miles injected me with something I can only assume was a sedative because everything went dark a few minutes later.
When I woke up again, I found myself strapped to a medical table, legs spread apart, and I’ve been stripped of my clothes from the waist down.
Miles steps closer to me, his eyes wild, and he seems far more sinister now.
“You really should have taken that job we offered you,” he tsks.
“I even warned you when I found out about you being pregnant. I told you to get rid of the bastard you allowed yourself to be tainted with.” He leans over me and inhales.
Bile threatens to come up. It burns the back of my throat as I swallow it back down. I have to think about my baby. If I do or say the wrong thing, God only knows what the bastard will do.
“Nothing to say?” Miles taunts.
“What should I be saying?” I retort, unsure of what he’ll do or say but unable to stop myself.
Miles reaches upward and snags my hair in his hands, wrenching it back. “I want to hear you begging . . . pleading for me to fuck you as I’ve dreamed. I want to hear you scream as I torment you in every way I could possibly dream.”
I want to gag as Miles slams his mouth to mine and his tongue thrusts into my mouth when he pulls my hair enough to force me to cry out. My stomach recoils and my heart thuds against my chest as fear threatens to overtake me more than it already has.
Finding the courage, I bite down on his tongue.
He jerks back and releases my hair. His eyes flare with anger right before he lashes out and slaps me across the cheek.
“You fuckin’ whore,” he snarls and steps away from my side to the little table with medical tools on it.
Picking up a scalpel, he meets my gaze. “I’ll teach you a lesson in knowing who owns you. ”
Though my heart races and I’m scared to death of what’s about to happen, I don’t let it stop me from speaking up this time. “Go to hell, you bastard,” I spit at him.
“Oh, don’t you know,” he smirks and stretches his arms out, “this is my hell, and you are going to enjoy it right at my side, doing everything I tell you. You’ll fuck me how I want you to.
Perform surgeries as I tell you to and take whatever I decide to do to you.
” Stepping up next to where he has me strapped down, he brings the scalpel down and presses against the skin of my stomach.
“But first things first, to rid you of the bastard you carry, though I do think I’ll make you bleed a little before. ”
Panic starts to seep in as he easily slices through a layer of skin, blood trickling from the cut he creates. I fight against the restraints, knowing it’s useless. He has the straps securely in place. My only hope is that Angel finds me.
“Such a pretty color,” he says, leaning down and swiping his tongue along the cut, lapping up the blood. “Hmm, you taste beautifully. What will you taste like below?” He smirks, showing his blood-stained teeth.
The bile I tried so hard to keep from spewing comes up and I’m forced to turn my head so I won’t choke on it.
This man is insane, and I fear what’s to come.