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I tripped over my footing, and I stopped again once we were in front of his office door.
“It’s showtime,” X exclaimed. “Open the door.”
I reached for the knob, slowly turning it, having no time to prepare for the unexpected. I hesitantly opened the door, and with a wide stare, my eyes tore from one nightmare to the next. I shifted my frazzled glance from the spot where my mother was murdered that still had her dried, old blood on the floor to the path where my father stood.
Unable to hold in my emotions, I was suffocating for my next breath.
My chest tightened.
All the blood drained from my face.
I was suddenly freezing cold.
Bitter fucking cold.
And as white as a ghost when my mom’s ghost was beside me, fueling me with the courage to overcome my punishments. There sure as hell wouldn’t just be one. My feet were glued to the dirty floor beneath me.
More flashes lit up with strobes of light, and the echoing booms sounded off the concrete walls. A wave of guilt and shame cascaded down my body before pushing the door open to his office.
My father wasn’t in his usual place from when I was a child. He wasn’t sitting in his leather chair, busying himself with seedy deals. He stood by the huge bay window, looking out at the rain pouring down on this damn property.
He stood with his back to me, his hands in the pockets of his slacks.
Just waiting for us.
LUKE
Her tears fell onto the floor, and I clenched my fists. Through the emotional chaos exploding around us, I found Sloan’s petrified stare.
Her bruised cheek
Her disheveled hair.
Fear radiated through every inch of her skin onto my flesh, becoming one with my dark soul. At that moment, I didn’t need a gun, a knife, or any weapon to kill me. Seeing her expression was enough to fucking end me right then and there.
Our eyes stayed connected for several seconds. Fuck, it could have been hours. Time just sort of stood still. It wasn’t until my eyes lifted to her old man, who was suddenly standing in front of her with his gun firmly pressed into her forehead, that I almost lost my shit.
I tried to remain strong for her.
It was ripping me apart, crushing my bones, tearing me to shreds.
One by one.
I was a pile of ash.
I thought I knew it all, seen it all, experienced it all.
I was wrong.
So. Very. Wrong.
Her father hummed, “I brought you back to your home.” With his arm at his side, he snapped, “Look at this… there’s no one here but you and me. No one’s going to save you, baby. I don’t need my guards to protect me from you, Sloan. Get that through your thick-ass skull. I own everything and everyone, especially your pussy. It’s mine.”
He gripped her throat, and she angled her head high in defiance despite the tears streaming down her face.
“Don’t fuckin’ touch her,” I warned.
“What are you going to do?” he mocked, laughing. “Untie them.”
