Page 10 of Líadan's Code

“You think this is the absolute worst that can happen to you, but you’re wrong. This is just the beginning,” he rasps.

My body is broken, bruised, and I have blood between my thighs. I can feel the slow trail as it drips down my body, making me wish I could scrub the experience from my flesh. I’ve been taken in every way possible, someone even cut my skin so he could use the blood as lube to fuck my ass.

I'm hurt, exhausted, and I don’t know how I’m going to survive this. If Daddy meant to break me, I think he achieved it.

“Bruin, I believe you have business with my daughter,” Daddy says with a cruel smile as he steps back.

“No!”

My scream is incoherent from the gag as Bruin pulls me off the sex contraption to lift me into his arms.

Everyone is laughing, fucking, and having so much fun, they don’t notice as Bruin strolls off out of the room with me.

The next few hours are even worse somehow. I don’t know how Bruin manages to keep me alive as he cuts, beats, and fucks me, but I have a feeling he has lots of experience with this.

When oblivion finally comes and I pass out, I thank God for it.

Though, I have a feeling he’s not watching over me anymore. I’m all alone.

Brendan

The prostitute took forever to give up her goddamn secrets, and even then they weren’t all that juicy. She was feeding intel to the police officer, but it wasn’t too incriminating.

Blowing out an annoyed breath as I break her neck, I leave her to the clean up crew. Mr. O’Brien texted me to kill her if she had given up any information. I guess he wasn’t in the mood to be lenient.

Cleaning up in a hurry, I change my clothes once I know I no longer look like a horror movie villain. The bitch was a bleeder, and was also absurdly scared of seeing her own blood. Once I realized it, I began breaking bones instead.

She still took forever to spill her secrets though.

Ambling out of the warehouse in a pair of jeans and a black long-sleeved T-shirt, I shiver in the autumn air. It’s almost two in the morning.

“Fook, I missed the rest of her birthday,” I grumble as I walk quickly to my truck. Checking my phone, I see I don’t have any texts from Lía.

Deciding to call Seán despite the late hour to see if the party is still happening under the guise of reporting the hooker’s death, I connect the call.

“Brendan,” Seán grunts as he picks up.

“It’s done, Sir. I’m headed home. Is there anything else you need?” I ask.

I’m not planning to go home. Instead, I’m sneaking onto the O’Brien property to see Lía. I have a bad feeling, and the back of my neck tingles uncomfortably as I climb into my vehicle. Something doesn’t feel right.

“No, no,” he says with a laugh. My brows draw down in concern because of how forced the emotion is.

“Ah, alright. Is the party still happening?” I ask, turning over the engine. I make certain he can hear that I’m leaving as I put the truck into drive.

“Yes, it’s been absolutely grand,” he says warmly. Mr. O’Brien is speaking very loudly, and dare I say it, he sounds drunk? “Don’t worry your head about Líadan. She’s fine. Goodnight now.”

I gun the engine as he hangs up, swallowing hard. Tossing the phone into the cup holder, I drive as fast as possible without being pulled over. Just because it’s late in the city, doesn’t mean the cops aren’t still out on the roads.

My heartbeat is roaring in my ears as I park at the back of the property and then hike in. The usually gorgeous trees remind me more of beasts as I avoid both the security guards and the cameras as I sneak my way into the house.

Despite what Mr. O’Brien stated, everything is very quiet. I have to pass the ballroom as I sneak in, and ironically, there’s no one around.

The mansion is quieter than a tomb, and it makes goosebumps crawl up my skin as I creep through the empty rooms. Taking a shuddering breath as I run up the backstairs near the kitchen, I make my way as quickly as possible to Lía’s room.

Knocking softly, I hold my ear to her door, waiting for admittance. A low moan of pain greets me instead, making me curse under my breath as I turn the doorknob.

The door is locked.

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