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“What the fuck?”

“I haven’t got all the details yet, but it’s nothing important to us.”

“We could use it,” he says. “I’ll call church and update the brothers. Keep her talking.”

I disconnect and look out the kitchen window, surprised when I see King sitting beside Tessa, whimpering like a little bitch. I watch in amazement as he tentatively licks her hand. She stops sobbing and lifts her head to stare at the beast. Carefully, she pushes to sit up, and King moves so close, she has no choice butto allow him as he lays his head on her shoulder. She eventually wraps her arm around his neck and cries into his fur.

“Fuck me,” I mutter, shaking my head.

I step out. “King,” I bark. He doesn’t move, and I arch a brow. “King,” I repeat. “Heel.” He reluctantly pulls away from Tessa and heads my way. “Don’t look at me like that, you traitor,” I whisper-hiss as he sits at my feet. “Wait until I tell Gigi what you did.”

Tessa brushes her hand over her grazed legs. “Come inside,” I tell her.

She carefully stands, wiping her hands over her wet cheeks. “I need a shower,” she almost whispers.

“You can have one later,” I say firmly, going up the stairs. She follows.

“I’m wet,” she mutters.

“Wet?” I repeat in irritation. I get to the top of the stairs and turn to watch her. Her cheeks are red with what looks like embarrassment, and she keeps her eyes to the ground. “Why are you wet?”

She comes to a stop before me. “I was scared,” she utters.

Realisation hits me that she’s pissed herself in terror, and I wince, ignoring the guilt. “Right.” I lead the way to the bathroom, pushing the door open. She goes inside and stares at the toilet in disbelief. “I’ll get you a towel,” I say, leaving her in there.

I get the towels from my bag because they’re freshly washed and the ones here aren’t. When I head back to the bathroom, I hear the shower running, so I step inside, gasping at the sight of Tessa standing naked in the centre of the bathroom. She immediately tries to cover up, but it’s too late. I’ve committed her to memory and my cock is already straining. I hold out the towel, and she takes it, holding it in front of her. I’m tempted tobe a bigger dick and stay, but I’ve already pushed her over the edge, so I back out and close the door.

Tessa

Sickness fills my stomach as the adrenaline begins to leave my system. I begin to shake uncontrollably as I step from under the water and wrap myself in the soft, fluffy towel. I have no control as more tears slip down my cheeks. Now I’ve started, I can’t seem to stop. I stare at my wet dress and underwear, realising I can’t put those back on, and as if Pit’s read my mind, he taps on the door before pushing a handful of clothes into the room. I take them gratefully. “I don’t know if any of it will fit,” he says through the door, “but it’s the smallest I have.”

I unravel the two shirts, taking the smallest and slipping my arms through, then I tie it at the waist. I hold up a pair of gym shorts and a pair of soft cotton bottoms. Deciding to go with the bottoms, I slide them on. They’re too big, so I fold them over a few times to tighten them.

I step out to find Pit waiting. His two dogs are at his side, and the nicer one, King, wags when he sees me. Pit narrows his eyes in annoyance, and I almost smile. “You can sleep in there,” he says, nodding to an open door. I head that way, keeping my wet clothes in my hand.

The bedroom is cosy and exactly how I’d imagined it to look with a thick, four-post wooden bed frame and a large mattress with fluffy blankets. The pillows are stacked high, and I imagine they’re like sleeping on clouds. “Let me take those,” he says, grabbing my wet clothes.

I hold on to them. “No, it’s fine.”

“Tessa, they’ll stink your room out. Let me take them.” He manages to remove them from me. “Sleep now. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Before he leaves, he turns back. “I got you a lamp,” he mutters, looking at the soft glow from the bedside cabinet. “You said you didn’t like the dark.” And then he leaves, closing the door. I smile even though I try to fight it.

Sliding under the fluffy quilt, I groan with appreciation. It’s minutes before my eyes get heavy and drift closed. All that excitement has done me in.

I wake to the smell of bacon. Noting my bedroom door is open, I carefully get out of bed and head towards it, looking out into the hall to see if the beasts are guarding me. When I see the hall is empty, I sigh in relief and make my way to the bathroom, where I use the toilet.Fucking prick.I can’t believe he had me using that insect-infested shack yesterday. I shudder at the memory.

I make my way downstairs, where Pit is sitting at the table, tucking into a sandwich. He looks up, regarding me for a few seconds before turning his eyes back to the open laptop in front of him.

“Are you any closer to working out what Alec wanted with your crates?” I ask, taking a seat opposite him.

“There’s bread in the cupboard and bacon in the fridge,” he mutters without looking away from the laptop.

“How long are you keeping me here?” I ask, getting back to my feet and heading over to the fridge. “Where did you get bread and bacon from?” I add as an afterthought.

“Pigs,” he mutters. “This is a farm, remember.”

I shrug. “And the bread?”