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“Jesus fucking Christ. There is no time for you to fucking think!”

But he rushed out of the room, leaving me behind. I gave another solid pull at the cuffs, the skin around my wrist raw from the strain.

“Let me out of here!” I yelled, but it was no use behind the soundproof walls. I scratched my forehead. “Where are you, Alyx?” I whispered to myself, and I lolled my head back. “Where the fuck are you?”

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

ALYX

It was dark with the bag pulled over my face. My heart pounded, and I could almost hear the swooshing of blood inside my veins.

The rope tied around my wrists behind my back cut into my skin, but I kept twisting my hands with the hope that I might magically be able to free myself. I had no idea where I was, or who I was with. All I knew was when those men came rushing into the house, chaos exploded around me. It was impossible for me to focus with everyone shouting, cursing, and frantically rushing around like maniacs. When smoke erupted around us, I was too disorientated to realize that whoever pulled me out of the house, shoving me into the back of a van, wasn’t trying to save me from the mayhem. The last thing I saw before a bag got pulled over my face was Granite being taken down by a bunch of men, and I heard him scream my name. Calling me.

I tried to fight blindly against the masked monsters, kicking and screaming, managing to slam my fists into bodies I couldn’t see. There was a slight sting on my arm, and I became groggy, dizzy, my arms and legs getting weaker…until finally everything went black.

I woke up in this metal chair, feeling the cold spreading through my bones, my wrists and ankles tied. Everything was still black, the rough fabric of the bag over my head scratching my face. My lips quivered, and my body shook like crazy. Not knowing where I was, unable to see anything, only heightened the fear. Intensified the terror. I tried to listen if there were any sounds around me, but all I heard was my frantic heartbeat.

God, it was like I had a giant neon sign around my neck reading ‘Kidnap me!’

“You awake, there, princess?”

I snapped my head to the sound of the familiar voice. “Who are you?”

“Aw, have you forgotten me already?”

Dammit. That voice was so familiar. I just couldn’t fucking place it.

“I’ll tell you what I can’t forget. Your fucking screams while you and Granite fucked like rabbits in the room next to mine.”

“Tanit?”

Abruptly, the bag was pulled off my face, and I wiggled my nose as I opened my eyes.

True as fuck, it was her standing in front of me, cherry red lips pulled in a wicked smirk. “Hello, princess.” She placed a finger over her lips. “Or what is it he calls you? Ballerina girl?”

“Tanit, what are you doing?”

She placed her hands on the chair’s armrest, her long black fingernails scratching against the metal. Dark brown irises gleaming with malice studied me, looking me straight in the eye. “I don’t like it when people become thorns in my side, Alyx. And you have become a thorn in my side.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Tanit. What the hell is going on?”

She straightened, flicking her dark hair over her shoulders. “Granite and I had a good thing going until you fucking showed up.” The heels of her black boots clicked across the floor as she started to circle me. “All I needed was a little more time.”

I pulled at the ropes around my wrists, my shoulders aching and complaining. “Tanit, I don’t know what the hell is going on here, but this is insane. You need to let me go.”

My scalp stung as she pulled my hair back, craning my neck. “I’ll tell you what the hell is going on here.” She brought her lips close to my ear. “Last night, while I listened to your filthy sex cries, thinking about Granite’s dick fucking pleasure into you, I couldn’t stop thinking about how that used to be me. How it used to be my cries hitting the goddamn roof while he ploughed into me.”

I shuddered as menace coated her every word.

“And then I realized there was no chance in hell I’d just stand by and let you take him from me.”

I swallowed hard, closing my eyes. “Tanit, this is insane.”

Abruptly, she let go of my hair, shoving my head forward. “Come on, Alyx. I think you’ve been kidnapped enough times to know that sanity rarely has anything to do with it.”

The black skirt she wore about just covered her ass, her naked thighs firm and rounded. Her shirt had to have been two sizes too small, as her breasts were only one deep breath away from popping out the top.

She leaned against the wall, looking at me like I was a doll she really wanted to play with…right before she ripped my head off.