Page 73 of Wrecking Ball
He came for me.
He saved me.
“Nate,” I whisper as he makes his way over, taking in my half naked state, my jeans which are unzipped and my––probably––red cheeks from the slaps.
“Fucking hell,” he breathes as he goes to the cuffs keeping my hands in place. “Key?”
“The other guy had it,” I say as I nod to the floor. “He’s not dead.”
“He fucking will be,” Nate grates out as he rounds the bed and looks for the key. He finds it somewhere near the guy, but I can’t quite see as the tears blur my eyes.
Nate leans over me and I feel the cuffs being undone, freeing my wrists from their restraints, and I waste no time in throwing myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck and sobbing into his shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper through my sobs. “I’m so sorry.”
“Shhh, it’s okay. I’ve got you,” he says soothingly as he holds the back of my head to him, moving me off the bed and wrapping my legs around his waist.
I cling onto him because he is my fucking lifeline. I don’t want to let go, but when I hear a grunt from behind, I know that I will have to, so Nate can end the other asshole’s life.
“I need to––”
“I know,” I say, cutting Nate off, knowing he needs to do this. I let my legs fall and I shakily stand, but he only lets go of me when he knows I’m going to be able to support myself. He takes off his jacket and wraps it around me, because my top and bra are shredded on the floor.
He places a light kiss on my forehead and squeezes my shoulders gently before walking around me and to the cretin on the floor.
He’s pulled himself up on the side of the bed, not yet realising that Nate is here.
He grunts before shifting to a standing position, squinting as he does, his eyes going from the bed to me stood on the other side.
“How the fuck did you get over there?”
“That would be my doing,” Nate says from behind him, and immediately his eyes go wide and the bit of colour that was left in his cheeks drains completely.
“Oh shit.”
“Yeah, oh shit indeed,” Nate says as he swiftly picks up the knife on the floor and proceeds to shove it up the guy’s ass. His face contorts with pain as he falls forward onto the bed.
I hear footsteps on the stairs and turn to see some of Nate’s guys coming down.
“Make him suffer,” Nate tells them before he comes back over to me and lifts me back up. I wrap myself around him once again as we leave the basement to the sounds of howls of pain. I can’t even feel sorry for him because he deserves everything he gets. If that makes me a mean person, then so be it, but he was going to use that knife on me and rape me, so I think his punishment is deserved.
“Didn’t you want to be the one to kill him?” I ask Nate as I rest my hands on his shoulders and hold his eyes.
“Usually, yes, but getting you out of here is more important,” he tells me, and there goes my heart. It’s all his, and it always will be.
He carries me out and to his car which waits just outside the doors. I see Zoey is already inside, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
“And Jessica?” I ask.
“She’s dead,” Nate tells me.
“Your brother?”
“Dead.”
“And was there any sign of Stefan?”
His jaw clenches, and his silence tells me all I need to know. Stefan is dead too.
