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I have no doubt that Jordan still loves her too, despite her dishonesty.
I’ll never know what it feels like to love or be loved like that, but at least I’ve seen it plenty of times the past few years. There’sDante and Vanessa, Sophie and Lochlan, Cass and Cole. Now, Maddie and Jordan.
Maddie wants to swoop in and save the man she loves. Poor Jordan, though, biker boy is going to be distraught when he finds out Maddie knows about his secret love of dick, that she saw us fooling around.
Nowthatdrama could be fun to watch. Jordan’s very own self-destruction. Watching him sabotage everything good he has with Maddie, all her love, because he’s ashamed of a primitive part of him that was never in his control, could be highly entertaining.
Maybe I could try to be the shoulder Maddie cries on when Jordan abandons her. Because the beautiful idiot will push her away. Maddie will then easily agree to go back to Vegas with me, all sad and depressed after Jordan breaks her heart. The two of us could fuck a few more times in the penthouse before Dante eventually catches us and ends me.
Yeah, I think that could definitely work.
And I guess I’ve also grown a teeny, tiny, soft spot for the biker boy. I’d rather see him give up the best thing that could ever happen to him, all for the sake of his pride, his shame. There’s nothing I could do torture-wise to cause him more pain than he’ll cause himself.
“Eli!” Maddie shrieks, furious that I won’t give her what she wants. She reaches up to run her fingers through her hair and pauses at the reminder of my dried cum in the strands. Fuck that was fun.
“He’s in a camper, off Highway Seventeen near Chance. You’ll have to go off-road about half a mile west from the intersection of Quarter Farm Road and the highway.”
“Quarter Farm Road and Highway Seventeen near Chance?” she repeats, lowering the gun in her hand. “But you said he was on a boat in the ocean…”
“I lied. I wish I had a big ass yacht. It would be the perfect torture barge, wouldn’t it?”
“He’s really there? Jordan is in a camper off Highway Seventeen, about half an hour away?”
“Yes, Maddie, he’s really there.”
“Thank you!” she says. Then she runs around the apartment getting dressed in a white tee without a bra, pulling on black panties and leggings, all without putting the gun down for more than a second. Finally, she looks for her phone and purse.
“Should I sit here and wait for you to return?” I ask right before she walks out the bedroom door.
Glancing back at me as if she momentarily forgot I even existed, Maddie says, “Yes, stay right there.”
“Great. Can’t wait for us three to have a reunion. Do you think maybe I can have a towel or something to wrap around my leg?”
“Fine,” she huffs, stomping into the bathroom and returning, tossing the towel in my face. She watches me wrap my leg for a moment before asking, “Do I need keys for the, um, the restraints?”
Ah, fuck.
Reaching for my wallet, I remove the camper key and key for the cuffs, tossing them both on the floor near her feet.
She grabs them up and then she’s gone without another word.
I could go after her. I can still walk despite the small bleeding wound. I enjoy the pain.
But I stay where I am on the dysfunctional couple’s apartment floor biding my time. Why rush after them when I can sit here and wait for them to bring the show to me?
17
Jordan
“Jordan?”
The sudden shout of my name snaps me out of my nap.
I must have been dreaming because it sounded like Maddie’s voice calling out for me. In reality, I know I’m never going to see her again, or speak to her, or touch her. The crazy bastard is going to torment me until he kills me by accident or gets bored and kills me on purpose.
The camper door flies open and then I’m certain Eli must have put something in the pizza or cupcakes to make me hallucinate.
There’s no way Maddie is actually here in this disgusting human trafficking trailer that smells like blood, cum, and death, staring at me strapped down and naked on the table.
