Page 43 of Bound by Adoration

She was terrified.

She was tired.

The bags under my eyes were sexy as hell. Insert laughter here. Add in the loss of color to my skin and I was a real treat. The stress was getting to me because I had a damn pimple starting on my chin. Lovely. Like things weren’t hard enough.

Grabbing my pimple patches, I put one on and crawled into the bed, turning the side light off. The darkness didn’t make me disappear, though. Nor did all the problems we were facing. Instead, it was a black cloak threatening to pull me under.

The sheets were cool against my skin as I made my way to the middle and curled up in a ball as my mind raced.

Raid wasn’t right. Thompson was working for the Hamiltons. He was here for me. None of this had anything to do with the Ravage MC. They wanted me and me alone. It wasn’t club business. It was my business.

If I were gone. Really gone. Miles would have no choice but to stop looking and go away. Him and his dreadful sons could live their lives being the filthy bastards they were, spreading their hate around.

Anger bubbled in my stomach in a flash.

Why should they be the ones to live their lives? They should be the ones who lived in fear. They should be the ones to suffer for everything they’d done to my mother, me, that girl on the video and unfortunately, probably many others.

They should rot for what they’d done.

Yet, here I lay coming up with the best solution to stop the Hamiltons from hurting Raid, Liam, Screech or anyone associated with the club. I could erase that threat. Erase the reason for them being here. It would be one less thing off of the club and Raid’s list.

Did I have the will to actually do it?

There were times when Miles had me, that I wanted it to end. But they had such a tight rein on me that there were no opportunities to take myself out of the equation.

With no other option, I endured.

This burning fire inside of me started to grow. This hate built higher with each punch or torment they laid on me. Somehow, no matter what they did to beat me down, my will wouldn’t allow it.

I turned that intensity into fire and strength. There was nothing to lose when I was trapped with them. If my plans to get out didn’t work and they killed me, then I didn’t have to put up with their torture. If I got away, maybe I could live.

Now, though.

Things were different.

Everything was different.

First, because of Raid.

Now Liam.

And Screech.

The club.

All of it. People were going to get hurt in all of this. It wasn’t just me now. It was people I cared for. Some even loved.

Miles would not play fair one bit. He never knew how to. But really, was there anything fair about this situation? No.

The thing was this choice was mine. Before there was no choice but to endure and escape. Here, if I wanted to save those around me that I cared about,Iwas the key denominator and hell, I was getting tired of running.

How could I do it?

I wouldn’t want to cause any hurt or trauma to Raid or Liam. It was probably a good thing Screech wasn’t here. Then he wouldn’t find me. One less person to worry about. I’d rather my two guys not find me, but I was trapped here in the tomb, and my options were severely limited.

Knife or gun would be too bloody, and it wasn’t how I wanted Raid nor Liam to remember me. Walking in on me laying on the floor. No, I couldn’t do that to them.

Maybe ingesting something?

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