Page 135 of Slaughter

“Bunny …” I growl.

“After what your dad did, I woke up in the hospital, and Lance told me I had been in a car accident. He told me that I had been in a coma for two weeks. I was going to survive, but I lost my baby.”

The car wreck? That had been in the report Kayn gathered. They lied to cover up what my father did to her.

“Your father was there. The moment I saw him, it all came crashing back to me, and he told me to never contact you again or he would kill me. His men took me to a hotel and dropped me off. It was under a fake name, and they had identification for me. They made sure I was in my room and left. I picked up my phone to call you, but I listened to my voicemail first.” She shakes her head. “I was going to call you and tell you what happened, but after the voicemail, I knew it would be pointless. But I tried anyway.” She jabs her finger into my chest. “I at least tried. All you did was change your number.” I wouldn’t have answered my old one. That’s the pathetic part. I was that fucked up over her leaving me. “I knew it was over, and I had to move on.”

She spins around, and I grab her arm, yanking her back to face me. Lifting my hand, I cup her face. “I never moved on.”

She lets out a long breath. “I never did either. When I saw you in that bathroom, everything came back, and then when you came to my house. And we…” She swallows. “Even when you brought me here, I wanted to run. I tried.” She chuckles at her failed attempts. “But like I told you, you made me feel alive. Even though I knew my time was limited.”

I cup her face with both of my hands. “Bunny, no one is gonna touch you. Do you understand?”

“You can’t stop him …”

“I can.”

She shakes her head softly. “He let me go, Avery.” I frown, not knowing what she means. “He told me that he knew you were coming for me with guns raised and an army.” She looks down to the bandage around her upper thigh. “I was a message.”

My body tenses at those words. “That’s what he said?” I clarify.

She nods. “A message that you can fuck me all you want, but you’ll never own me.”

I begin to pace my study.

“I can’t live my life in fear, Avery,” she says, sitting back down on the couch.

I stop and crouch in front of her. “You’re not going to,” I assure her.

“Let me help you catch him.” I tilt my head to the side. “Set him up. Let him take me again.” Fuck, she sounds like Tristan when he wanted to use her as bait to catch Damon.

“Absolutely not!” I snap, jumping to my feet. She just keeps coming up with crazy ideas.

“I’m not afraid of him, Avery,” she says, standing and squaring her shoulders. “He can’t do to anything to me that he hasn’t already.”

“Don’t say that,” I growl. I know the man. There are plenty of other things he could do to her. All involve screaming and blood.

“I don’t want to be afraid. I don’t want to always be looking over my shoulder waiting for him to show up.”

“You’re safe here.”

“You may no longer see me as your slave, but I’m still a prisoner here.” She raises her hands out to her side.

“No, you’re not.”

She crosses them over her bare chest. “Can I go home this weekend? To New York?”

“Absolutely not!”

“See.” She sighs. “You say I’m not a prisoner, but I can’t leave the house. How fair is that?”

“Bunny—”

“Avery,” she growls, interrupting me.

We stand, staring at one another. Neither one of us backing down. Her eyes dare me to argue, and her body tells me to deny her. My eyes trail down her perfect round tits, and my cock starts to harden as I imagine fucking them. My eyes lower to her smooth pussy, and her inner thighs are still wet with our cum from earlier. Then I see the bandage around her thigh, and it reminds me of just how strong she is.

She steps to me, dropping her hands to her side. “How long will you keep me locked up here?” she asks softly.

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