Page 42 of Bound by Passion (Ravage MC)

Plopping down in my gray chair, memories of Raid sitting here watching me get off warmed me instantly, but the vibration of my phone pulled me from that good thought. Dread filled me, but I knew it was time. I’d put it off all night.

Punching in my passcode, apprehension filled me as the notifications scrolled on and on and on and on my screen. I’d never in my life had these many notifications. My finger swiping was never ending. And in my gut I knew these would shake those walls I’d tried hard to build.

Even the strongest of women could only take so much, and I hoped like hell I wouldn’t break. I couldn’t.

Clicking one of the notifications, Flynn popped up on the screen, but the room was different. He appeared to be with the same woman as before, only her hair was ratty like it had been pulled way too hard, and streaks of mascara trailed down her tear-stained cheeks. She was weak and appeared to give up the fight.

Fuck.

Flynn was lounging on the white couch, holding a wine glass with something red as he watched the scene in front of him with avid fascination.

Bile rose up my throat. Because it wasn’t Flynn fucking the woman this time. No, it was his disgusting asshole of a brother, Kylo.

His voice blared through the phone speaker, and I turned it down as low as I could, still hearing it, but not wanting to at the same time.

Kylo was younger than Flynn and didn’t look much like him. He had a darker sandy brown hair and brown eyes. He was attractive which was a shame because it made him get anything and everything he wanted. Add in the money, and all the Hamiltons were a force.

My stomach roiled as I watched Kylo fuck the same woman his brother did, pulling her hair to the point of almost ripping it from her scalp, slapping her ass from behind, and taking her hard on her knees. If he would’ve let go of her hair, she would’ve fallen to the ground in a heap.

She was tuned out. I took a moment to watch her chest in hopes she was still breathing, and luckily I saw the rise and fall. While I knew I’d rather be dead than in those assholes’ hands again, I didn’t want that for her. Hopefully she could be whole again at some point. Hope. That was about all there was to cling to.

“That’s all you got for Cami, Ky? You pussy.” Flynn egged on Kylo, and bile came up my throat. I was going to vomit. Hand over my mouth, I tried to keep it in.

Kylo thought this woman was me too? No. That couldn’t be right. Could it?

Kylo slammed the woman’s face down to the floor, a loud crack coming through the line, and she cried out in pain as blood ran down her face. No doubt he’d broken her nose. While horrible, at least it gave me confirmation she was alive.

My hand trembled, but it was the only movement of my body. It felt frozen in time. I had played with fire, and now I was getting burned.

Why couldn’t I let this go?

Like Screech said—take the money, disappear, and live a good life without any of this hanging over me.

But I couldn’t. My need to close the chapter of my past, to seal up the pain I had endured gave me cause to press on. There were evil people in this world; I had first-hand experience with them. I couldn’t just escape and live knowing the rest of their days would be like this, punishing more women in my name.

Kylo lifted the woman’s face, stuck his tongue out, and licked the blood off her cheek, then tossed her back to the ground.

He clutched her hips so painfully she’d have severe bruises that may never heal if she survived this.

Kylo fucked her harder. The woman’s head banged on the floor as whatever pain she felt faded and so did she. Flynn stood and approached then put his boot on the woman’s head as she cried out again.

Shit, he was going to crack her skull with as much pressure as he was putting on it.God, please don’t.

Kylo screamed out, “Cami, you fuckin’ bitch!” He pulled out, his come spraying all over the woman’s back.

I clicked the screen off.

God, how was I going to do this? How was I going to put them in the ground? Destroy them and the empire they’d built?

Hell, how was I going to make it through the night?

All night, I watched.

All night, I felt sick.

All night, I knew I’d stop at nothing to bring them down.

Even if that meant I’d go with them.

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