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Before I walk away from him, though, I pull his underwear up, then his jeans. I’m fastening the front of them when Jordan says, “What are you doing?”
“You’re mine now,” I tell him, pressing a kiss to his throat that’s easier to reach than his mouth while he’s hanging. “That bastard doesn’t get to look at you anymore. And I don’t even want him to see or even hear us when I claim your ass for the first time.”
“Oh,” Jordan mutters. “I don’t want him to see or hear us either.”
“Good.”
I leave his belt undone since every part of his body is covered up again, then I go to the workbench to choose a knife. A sharp knife because I’m not in the mood to draw this out. I want Jordan more than I want to slowly kill the bastard who screwed with his head. I’m the only one who gets to screw with his head.
Strolling up to Darren, I rip the duct tape from his mouth, which has him rousing again after the concussion I gave him. “Welcome back, you piece of shit. Can’t wait to hear every single one of your screams.”
And scream he does when I press the blade to the center of his chest, slicing through his shirt and then swiping all the way down to his pants. Then, through his ripped open shirt, I slice him from left to right from one side to the other, across his belly button. This cut is deeper, so deep, his guts spill out.
When his screams become gargled, I finally slash the knife across his throat, going for the quick kill. He deserved a slower death, but the bastard doesn’t get to steal even another second from me when I could be worshiping Jordan.
I watch the light fade from his bulging eyes until his body goes limp in the cuffs.
Now, the moment of truth.
I’m almost too scared to even look at Jordan, afraid that everything has changed, that it was all a lie. That Jordan can’t actually handle seeing me take a life of someone he knew.
“You should wash up,” my biker boy calls out. “His blood is too vile to let it soak into your skin.”
Okay, so his voice sounds calm enough.
Turning toward him, I find Jordan watching me like a hawk, not looking away in disgust from the blood dripping down my hand, staining my suit’s sleeve.
“Seriously, clean up and get naked, Eli.” I laugh and he adds, “Could you lower me down too? I want to get your dick nice and wet with my mouth before you put it inside me.”
“You’re the bossiest bottom I’ve ever met,” I tell him on the way to the work bench to grab a towel to wipe up.
“I only give you orders for things I know you want too,” Jordan replies.
“True enough,” I agree. “I’ll go up and take a quick shower. When I get back…”
“You’re taking me to pound town?”
Shaking my head with a grin, I tell him, “Yeah, something like that.”
Jordan
I’m so nervous. And excited waiting for Eli to come back.
While I wish I could go up and see Maddie, this is something I need to do first, for myself.
Until my captor decides to return, all I can do is try to stay calm while I wait.
How do I do that? By talking to the corpse still strung up ten feet away from me.
“You deserved it, you know,” I tell him. “And I don’t feel guilty. Never will either. It wasn’t like it was me who gutted you and left you to bleed out. I couldn’t have stopped Eli even if I had wanted to, which I didn’t.”
Eli wanted to try and scare me off by killing Darren. I think he wanted to make me think he would kill me too eventually once he gets tired of me.
But I don’t think he will do it.
And if I’m wrong and he does kill me, well, I’ll be too surprised to even have time to be terrified.
Thankfully, Eli showers and returns quickly. Now he’s wearing a clean white button down with the sleeves rolled up his forearms and a pair of suit pants without the jacket. His damp blond hair brushing his wide shoulders looks brown down here. And hot damn, he’s carrying a bag of what I can already smell has food in it, along with a tub of something.
