Page 57 of Fight

Tommy confuses the fuck out of me, but right now I’m not above holding him down so she can hit him. I can see where her wrists are chaffed from where the iron is rubbing against her skin.

“I’m Marie Madden,” I tell her and I bite my lip as I try to figure out how to get her to trust me enough to unlock her from the cuffs. “Tommy is my brother, an idiot who is handling being your scent match really badly.”

A strangled laugh surprises me as her deep blue eyes crinkle at me. “I’m sorry but he’s handling it badly? Did I step into an alternate reality where he’s lying cuffed to a bed instead of me?” she asks.

My lips purse as I shake my head. “You probably think I’m an idiot. Tommy’s instincts to protect and fix things are riding him hard, making him make decisions he wouldn’t usually. Just… remember that, okay? He’s being an asshole right now, but he’s only an ass to me usually,” I say.

Cerenity’s lips twist in amusement at my words. “I don’t know if you’re actually building him any brownie points, but I seriously have to pee,” she admits, wrinkling her nose.

“I’m just trying to make sure you’re not going to fuck me up as soon as I take these off,” I tell her as I lean over the bed to get to the cuffs. The omega underneath me snorts and actually starts giggling, and I wonder if she’s broken. The damn cuffs are stuck too.

Ugh, I’m going to fucking kill Tommy!

“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?” I ask her as she continues laughing. “Umm, do you need a Xanax or something?”

Cerenity’s legs kick at the mattress as she giggles. She’s literally gasping for air as she laughs, her blue hair in her face.

“I’m fine,” she says, snickering. “It would figure someone would come in miraculously to help me, and you’re actually nice, and I’m fucking stuck in these damn handcuffs.”

I can feel a giggle bubbling up as I climb onto the mattress to get a better angle on the damn locking mechanism. This is just embarrassing on my part.

“Shit,” I mutter, my voice slightly breathless from trying not to laugh as I try to position the key as I move around Cerenity. “Motherfucker, please open.”

“Not unless you ask a lot nicer,” Cerenity snarks, and I am gone as I glance down from where I’m now straddling her head.

Howling with laughter as I bend over to hold onto the headboard, I shake my head.

“Oh my God, I didn’t realize what I was doing,” I wheeze. Cerenity laughs, shaking her head as I try to get myself under control. I can feel the key twist just right and cheer. “Fuck yes, and there’s one!”

The omega underneath me lets one of her arms drop from the cuffs with a happy sigh, brow raised as she looks up at the last obstacle.

“This is so ridiculous,” I grumble, even as I press my lips together to hold back another giggle fit. Working on the locking mechanism, I curse my brother for having such a stupid thing in his room. “I really don’t need to know about my brother’s sexual proclivities.”

“If I ever wondered what it would be like to be handcuffed to a bed, I definitely am cured of that thought now,” Cerenity crows. There’s a tinge of impatience and hysteria in the laughter, and I can only imagine how long my brother has left her here.

“I’m so sorry, I almost have it,” I promise her. “If it makes you feel better, I’ll stop claiming Tommy as family immediately.”

Cerenity snorts which gives me the ability to relax slightly as I twist the key just right in the lock, finally freeing her other wrist.

“Thank God,” I sigh, moving from hovering over her head. My cheeks flush with pink at how I had to basically straddle her damn head, but it was the only way I could see.

Cerenity sits slowly, humming as she looks down at her wrists. They’re red and angry, making me even more insistent on getting rid of the cuffs.

“I’ll be right back, and then I’ll take care of your wrists. I want to see where they broke the skin,” I say as I pull away the cuffs with the key inside of it.

Marching out of the room, I walk to the laundry shoot and drop it down the hole. Tommy has someone clean for him that he lets in and out of the house when she comes, and he never goes down to the basement to do laundry.

Lisa will simply raise a brow at the handcuffs and then move them to another part of the basement so she can continue working, ensuring that Tommy will never see them again.

“Good riddance, kinky bastard,” I grunt as I return to the bedroom where Cerenity is sitting up, hissing as she tries to get the blood flow to return to her arms. They were probably suspended over her head for long enough that she’s having a hell of a case of pins and needles.

“Are you talking to yourself?” Cerenity asks, smirking as I grab my bag.

“Yeah, it’s a bad habit,” I murmur as I sit next to her on the bed to look at her wrists. “This is going to sting a little. It did break the skin.”

“I have so many bumps and bruises, what’s one more?” she grunts with a shrug. “Are you the sister who's been patching me up?”

“Yes,” I say easily, though I wonder what Tommy has been telling her. “He called me last night, asking me to come over to help. You were severely dehydrated, beaten up, and in rough shape. I cleaned you up while he was called away and got you hooked up to an IV bag.”

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