Chapter Nineteen #2
My cock had softened in the wake of her vulnerability.
My plan for revenge had brought with it a shit ton of complications.
At first, I'd been more than ready to take her out…
all the way out. But now? Now, she was pushing against the cracks that had formed in my protective wall, prodding my psyche.
If she managed to get through, everything I had worked hard to attain would be in jeopardy.
Staring at the ground, I contemplated my dilemma.
Our rules for seeking revenge weren’t just there for fun.
They were there to protect our hearts and others, too.
If we fell in love, there was a risk we wouldn't go through with our vow.
The one to join my twin as soon as everyone on the hit list had paid.
“What did he say?” she sniffed and wiped her eyes. “Why doesn't he just kill us now?”
My eyes lifted with her question, my straggly hair almost covering them. “He wants to terrorize us,” I muttered, my voice low. “To see how far he can push us.”
Her pretty eyes swam with tears, fear flashing across them. I almost regretted my words, just for a moment. However, it was better that she prepared herself for the worst, just in case the asshole did return to try and carry out his heinous act.
“We need to come up with a plan,” I went on, ignoring the tears that slowly dribbled down her cheeks. “You have to be strong, no matter what he does.”
Wringing her hands together, she shook her head. “It would be bad enough if he forced me without you in the room but with you…watching?”
She held her stomach and heaved, her free hand coming up to cover her mouth. I tried to shove down the tide of protectiveness that surged. I wanted to go to her, to hold her and reassure her that nothing bad was going to happen.
I'd be fucking lying if I dared to say any of those words. Because as much as I wanted to keep her safe, even more so now that it was my fault she had been captured, there was a chance I couldn't break my wrists to get free from the chains.
“I'm sorry,” I muttered, “I should've just done what my instincts told me.”
“Kill him?” Her eyes widened. “I wouldn't let you. Now I regret it.”
“And would you have judged me for it?”
Pushing her blonde hair out of her eyes, she shook her head. “Of course not. You respected my wishes, but I never thought he would do this. I should've let you kill him so he couldn't get us first.”
“Sunshine!” I hissed, “I will try everything in my power to kill him before he hurts you.”
Now that was a promise I could keep. Breaking bones for her would be easy compared to watching her suffer.
“Moth…” She looked me directly in the eye. “…if he returns and does anything to me… promise me that you'll look away.”
Heat seared every inch of my skin and I groaned, my lip raising above my teeth. I would kill myself with the chains wrapped around my neck before letting him get her. In fact…
“The chains are fairly long,” I said, lifting them and clinking them back down on the ground. “You need to rest and get your strength up.”
Her forehead creased as she looked at the silver links on the ground before replying. “You ignored my last request.”
Turning to the side, I rested against the bar. “The chains are a weapon.” I ignored her again. “If you can build your strength, you can either hit him with them or wrap them around his neck.”
“Okay.” She lifted her wrist, holding the chain up in the air. “They're so heavy, I don't know if I'll be strong enough. It won't stop me from trying, though.”
“I'll entice him closer to me first. I'll have more of a chance to get them around his neck.” I chuckled. “Oh, the satisfaction of seeing his face turn blue would probably turn me on.”
Alia blinked, rubbing her wrist where she dropped it on her lap. “How did you get so dark?” she murmured, shrinking in on herself when I glared in her direction.
“Just rest.”
I lay down to encourage her to do the same, and she did, mirroring me by putting her arm under her head and closing her eyes.
The drugs would still be in her system, which would make her slow. If she could sleep it off, she would have a slight chance of fighting Brandon off when he returned.
Sitting up slowly when her chest rose and fell steadily, I studied the manacles on my wrists. Using my teeth, I tried to undo the bolt that fastened them. The sharp metal hurt my tooth and sliced my gum, but I didn't care.
Spitting out the blood that pooled in my mouth, I swore silently.
I had to find a way to get out of the binds.
Gripping the metal, I tugged and pulled, twisting my arm to try and wrench at least one hand free.
I felt no pain as my bones bruised and my skin cut.
If I wanted to get loose, I had to try and get the cuffs wet.
I checked that Alia was still asleep and faced slightly away from her. Holding the manacle, I ground the metal into my skin, spinning the circle around as I pressed it down hard. My teeth clenched against the pain as the blunt material grazed my skin, drawing a bit of blood and burning like hell.
Blinking, I looked around, checking to see if there was a way to cut myself. It had to be enough blood to get my wrist completely saturated but not too much to bleed out before I could do anything to defend Alia.
It was useless, as much as I didn't want to admit it, we were fucked. The cunt had well and truly done us over. I was fucking stupid. An idiot for even thinking I'd be strong enough to keep her safe.
And that was why I'd wanted to stay numb in the first place. Feeling something for her had made me weak and put her in danger.
Now it was too late.
I'd have to use every ounce of strength to kill Brandon if I could get hold of him, but if I couldn’t...
I just had to hope that my brothers would find us before the monster came back.