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He laughs. “No.”

“Please, Pit. I won’t talk. I just don’t like . . .” I glance back. “The dark.”

“Goodnight, Tessa,” he says, more impatiently this time. He leaves, and I stare at the dogs watching after him.

“Fuck.”

I step into the room and look around. There’s no bed, and I daren’t touch anything in case I disturb spiders, or worse, rats. Shuddering, I head to the round window and wipe my hand over the dusty glass, clearing it enough for me to look outside. There are fields upon fields and no sign of life beyond this farm. Pulling a stool to the window, I sit down and notice a figure in the garden below.Pit.He begins to move, taking the stance of a martial arts fighter as he slices the air with his arms. Of course, he’s into that sort of thing, he’s fit with a body ripped as fuck. I groan. Trust me to be lusting after the psycho who’s keeping me captive.

Chapter Four

Pit

“I got nothing,” says Axel when I call him. “We’re trying to find out who this fucker is and we’re just coming up against brick walls. No one’s heard of him, and I can’t find one fucker who will admit to trading with him.”

“So, what do we do?”

“I tried calling him back, but he’s not picking up. Did you get anything from her?”

“Not really. She said they got married a few days ago but she doesn’t know him.”

“Do you believe her?” he asks.

“Yeah. She doesn’t know him. She said she’s got something he wants.”

“What?”

“She wouldn’t tell me.”

“And you didn’t force it out of her?” he asks, sounding surprised.

“I can if you want me to.”

“Yeah. Fuck it, we’ve got nothing else.”

“Okay. Let me try something and I’ll get back to you.”

It’s the early hours of the morning, and as I creep up to the attic, I pray she’s asleep. She looked exhausted, and a woman with no sleep becomes a problem. I find her curled up on a pile of boxes, sound asleep. Watching her closely, I take in her beauty. It’s a shame I’m about to ruin it.

I unscrew the lid from the jar and empty the large spider into my palm. I take it by the leg and dangle it over her face, gently brushing it over her lips. She swipes her hand across her face, and I wait for her to settle before doing the same thing again. This time, her eyes shoot open, and before she can react, I wrap a hand around her throat. Something about my tattooed hand splayed across her throat turns me the fuck on. I snigger as her eyes focus on the spider as it wriggles its legs, trying to grip onto something. Her eyes widen, but she daren’t open her mouth because it’s too close to her lips. “I wanna know what you have that your thieving husband wants.”

She gives her head a slight shake, her eyes still wide with fear. I place the spider on her cheek, slapping her hand down when she tries swipe it off. She silently sobs, frozen in fear. “Tessa, it’s simple, tell me what I want to know or I’ll keep them coming.” She remains silent as tears leak from each corner of her eyes.

I take the spider from her cheek and throw it to the floor. She releases a long, unsteady breath, and then her anger sets in. She begins to flail around, her legs and free arm coming at me. Her elbow catches my eye, and I hiss. “You fucking arsehole,” she screams while I try to get her under control. “Who does that?”

“Jesus,” I snap, finally getting hold of her wrists. I push them to her chest and lean my weight on her. Her legs still, but she pants heavily. “Tell me what I want to know,” I demand.

“Fuck you,” she spits.

“Suit yourself,” I hiss, hauling her up and throwing her over my shoulder.

“Pit,” she yells, whacking her fists against my back, “put me down.”

I head downstairs and straight out into the garden. It isn’t until I get closer to the toilet shed that she begins to panic, screaming and fighting against me. I throw her into the shed, pulling the door closed and holding it. “Pit,” she screams in terror. “Please. Let me out.” She bangs the door hard, shaking it with each thump. “Please,” she begs. “I’m sorry. Please. I’m sorry. Let me out, please. Please.” And then the banging stops and all I can hear is sobbing. I feel a sharp stab in my chest. It’s a feeling I don’t often get, and I shut it down. I don’t have time for guilt.

I pull the door open, and Tessa falls out in a heap on the ground. She scrambles quickly along the concrete, not bothering that her legs are bare. She stops at my feet and collapses into a sobbing mess. “I’m a virgin,” she cries into her hands. “He paid for my virginity.”

I inhale sharply. They’re not the words I expected to hear from her. I push down the urge to pick her up from the floor, instead leaving her there as I head back inside. Pulling out my mobile, I call Axel. He answers on the second ring. “He’s paid for her virginity,” I tell him.

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