Page 54 of Slaughter

I take a sip of my scotch that I had stopped by my study to grab. I go to sit down in the chair but notice it has a leg missing. Instead, I sit on the couch and wait for her to wake up. I was told that Darrell drugged her but with less than the normal dosage, so she should be waking up soon.

So I wait.

She fucking ran!

I didn’t think she’d be that fucking stupid. Again!

She just continues to prove me wrong. And that does not bode well for her.

Thirty minutes later, she starts to stir.

“Fuuuccckkkk.” She groans in pain.

Darrell told me he hit her, and I’m not happy about that. Why hit her if he already had the drugs in his hands and her cornered? He and I need to have a talk later. After I’m done with her.

She rolls over onto her back, covering her face with her hands.

“You’re daring me to prove something to you, Bunny.”

She sits up, and her dazed blue eyes meet mine, blinking a few times to no doubt try to clear her blurry vision. I’ve never been drugged with the stuff, but I know how strong it is.

After a few long seconds, she looks away and swallows.

“And I don’t like to be tested,” I say, swirling the scotch around in my glass.

Her eyes find mine again, and I look at the bruise on her right cheek from Darrell’s fist. My hand tightens on the glass. Only I am allowed to touch her. I’ll remind him of that.

Her jaw sharpens. She’s pissed. Good! “Fuck you, Avery!”

I place my glass down on the floor and stand. Then I’m walking over to her. “Remember how I told you not to run? That you would be punished …?”

She throws off the covers and goes to jump out of bed, but I’m faster than she is and reach the bed before she can get out. I grab her hair and pull her onto her feet.

“Avery!” She gasps out.

“You’re gonna learn to keep that smartass mouth shut unless I’m fucking it,” I growl, and she cries out.

I drag her out of the bedroom and down the winding staircase. Her legs can’t keep up with mine due to my fast pace and the drugs still lingering in her system. She trips, but I manage to keep her up with my hand still wrapped in her hair.

She tries to fight me; her hands grip my arm, and her nails dig into my skin, cutting me, but I don’t let go. I’m too pissed that the fucking bitch almost got away.

How the fuck would I have found her?

I hadn’t put a new tracker in her yet. I’m just as pissed at myself as I am her. Thankfully, Darrell put a new one in while she was out this time.

I continue to pull her through the house while she cries and tries to fight me. We pass Kayn and my brother in the foyer. Both men watch with emotionless stares.

We turn the corner, and I unlock the door underneath the staircase. She sucks in a few breaths, and her body slumps against mine.

The door opens, and I yank her inside. “You’re hurting me—”

I cut her off, pulling her down another set of stairs, then shoving her forward into the dark room. She trips over her feet, falling onto her stomach. I hit the switch on the wall, and my cellar lights up.

It’s freezing cold and smells of blood. No matter how many times it gets cleaned, the smell won’t go away. It’s as if all the souls of the men I’ve killed remain here.

She scrambles forward on her hands and knees, trying to put some space between us. I allow it because she has nowhere to go in here. It’s literally a dungeon.

When she decides to come to a stop, she spins around on her ass and looks up at me. Tears run down her face as she silently cries. Her hair a disheveled mess and her chest heaving with every breath. Her shirt pulled tight against her chest. She looks fucking perfect!

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