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“Cora.”
“Fine.” She picks up the phone on the desk and huffs, “Get Cora dressed and bring her down here.”
She places the receiver back on the cradle, and I continue as I wait for them to bring Cora to me, “You and anyone that works for you will stay far the fuck away from Adelaide Cove.
She nods in agreement.
“Samuel Millington,” her eyes go wide with surprise when I speak his name, “Cora, and me. Understood?”
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
CORA
“Open up,” Adam’s voice bellows from the other side of the door as he jiggles the knob.
“Not a fucking chance,” I snarl.
He hits it hard, and the whole door rattles as I faintly hear the sound of wood splintering. Slamming against it again, it gives way, and he comes hurdling into the room.
“Don’t fucking touch me,” I grit through my teeth as I scramble across the bed to get away from him.
“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want.” He grabs my ankle and roughly yanks me across the bed to him as I flail and kick my feet. The heel of my foot makes contact with his jaw, and he grunts as it whips his head to the side.
“You fucking little bitch,” he snarls as he roughly grabs at my shirt and pulls me upright. Bending down, he throws me over his shoulder and carries me from the room.
My fists pound against his back, and I yell, “Fucking put me down,” as he carries me down the hall toward the elevator. Swiping his access card, he carries me into the elevator and drops me on the floor.
“Is that what you wanted?” he snickers as I groan from the pain of the impact. “Now, get the fuck up.”
When I don’t do as he demands, he fists my hair and pulls me from the floor as I try to help bring myself to my feet. “Fuck! I’m getting up.”
Not releasing his tight hold on my hair, my scalp burns as he uses his hold to force me from the elevator. Terrified of where we’re going, my steps are small and staggered as he continues to force me down the long corridor.
“She’ll fucking kill you if you fuck me, and you fucking know it.”
A dark laugh bursts from him as we reach a door at the end of the hall.
“Oh, this is going to be so much worse for you.” His next words petrify me to the core as he begins to push open the door. “She just sold you.”
Adam shoves me through the door, and I fall into the chest of a dark-haired, middle-aged man with a beard. Gripping my upper arms, he helps to steady me before returning his attention to Madame. “We good here?”
“Yes,” she exhales. “Just get her the fuck out of here.”
“I look forward to never seeing you again.” His tone is cordial, but a snarky smirk ticks at the corner of his mouth. Placing his hand on the small of my back, he leads me from the room to the elevator.
He ushers me into the empty cab, pushes the button for the lobby, and says, “I have her. We’re on our way down.”
My brows furrow in confusion, not understanding who he’s talking to.
“Are you okay?” He turns his gaze to me, delicately tilting my face as his eyes roam over the marble of bruises on my face.
Nodding my head, I fight back the tears at the first bit of gentleness I’ve been shown in almost a week, and mutter, “Yes.”
The elevator dings, and he places his hand against the small of my back again as the elevator doors begin to open.
Opening to the lobby, my heart stops, and I can’t breathe.
Am I dreaming?
