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Chapter 25

Audra

Oh, God. My head! It felt as if it were about to explode, probably adding to the nausea I felt. I tried to open my eyes but the lids were too heavy. I was unable to move, yet the sensation of floating left me confused. I could make out sounds through my muddled thoughts, my breathing, the drip of a faucet, someone, more than one person, mumbling something I couldn’t make out. I swallowed, searching my jumbled memories for what had happened. Giving into the drifting fog, back to where nothing mattered, was a strong temptation, but I forced myself to stay conscious.

I blinked, determined to keep my eyes open a little longer each time, but the room was swimming around me and the nausea became too much, forcing me to shut them. This went on for several minutes, until the feeling gradually subsided. Now I was staring up at a concrete ceiling that showed water stains and damage that I guessed had come from age. It didn’t take me long to realize that I was tied down to a bed.

“Well, well, look who’s awake.” I didn’t recognize the voice, but relief rushed through me when I saw the police uniform. “You’re a very pretty lady.” Relief turned to instant fear at his smirk. He brushed the back of his hand over my cheek in a caress that made me uneasy.

I turned my cheek from his caress. “Please…who are you, what’s going on?” All he did was run his hand over me in a rough move that resembled more of an examination than a caress. “Don’t touch me.” Even to my ears, my voice sounded weak.

He wrapped his fingers around my lower jaw and jerked me back around. “You have a lot of nerve, considering you’ve been spreading your legs for both Hawk and Dane Winthrop.” My eyes widened at the mention of Dane’s name, and a sick feeling settled into my stomach. Was he a friend of Dane’s? “Yeah, you should be afraid. You must really be a good fuck for him to risk so much to get you back.”

I had to know what I was up against. “You work for Dane?”

The man snorted, and then shook his head. “You’ll wish I did by the time I’m done with you. He wants you alive.” His hand traveled down my neck. “That would ruin my plans.”

Oh, God! He was going to kill me! Panic rose like an invisible demon, overtaking my body. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because I hate the Phantom Riders, and I hate Hawk more. I’ve waited years to get my revenge on them. I thought by joining the police force and transferring here it would have been easy, but the fucking police chief is on their payroll and has thwarted every attempt I’ve made to pin something significant on them. After a while, I knew that wanting to put them away just wasn’t going to be enough. I wanted to destroy Hawk completely. Having you is going to help me accomplish that.”

I swallowed hard. “Hawk doesn’t care about me,” I said in desperation.

He laughed sarcastically. “I know that’s what you’d like me to believe, but we both know that you’re his woman. And I’m going to break you like he did my Sonya, before delivering you at his doorstep, naked and bloody, barely recognizable.”

Sonya? “No!” I gasped out, pulling against the ropes holding me.

“Sonya was my older sister. There’s never been any proof, but I know Hawk killed her. I’m going to enjoy fucking you. I’m going to stick my dick in every fucking hole you have. By the time I send your body back to him it will be full of my cum.”

The vision made me sick. “Hurting me−,” I swallowed hard, trying to keep the bile down, “Killing me won’t bring Sonya back.”

“No, but it will hurt Hawk. And then I’ll pin your murder on him, and stand back and watch him and his club fall.” He laughed a sick and twisted way, and I knew that I was dealing with a madman. He had to be if he’d been planning something like this for years. “I just put in a call to my chief to let him know that I was on to something big.”

“You’re sick!” I hissed, finally accepting that I couldn’t escape the ties at my wrists and ankles. All I did was manage to cause myself pain as the rope cut into my flesh. I fell back to the bed, breathing hard. “What, do you plan to rape me while I’m tied helplessly to this bed?” Maybe I could shame him enough to gain some kind of mental control. Sheer desperation made me reckless. Baiting him was stupid, but just maybe it would work in my favor. “Afraid I’ll overpower you? Afraid of a woman?”

His evil laugh held little humor. The coldness in his eyes made me shiver. “I know what you’re trying to do.” In the next instant he put his hand between my legs and covered my mound, reminding me that I wasn’t wearing any panties. “So warm down here.”

“Noooo!” I groaned, feeling his hand against my naked flesh. I tried to twist away, my pitiful attempt making him laugh harder. He had me spread eagle so I couldn’t even cross my legs against him.

“Ah, you’re wet. I see Hawk didn’t use a condom when he had his dick inside you tonight. It was quite a show, watching him fuck you on his bike. Even turned me on.”

“Fuck you!” I squeezed my eyes shut and bit down on my bottom lip hard when his finger flicked up and down the entrance of my pussy. Tears gathered hotly behind my eye lids, and there was nothing I could do to stop them from escaping.

“You’re nothing but a spineless coward!” I hissed, glaring up at him through angry tears. I lifted, bumped, and twisted my hips in a vain effort to dislodge his impending invasion, and then stopped when I was afraid he’d think I was getting off on what he was doing.

He pulled his hand away, his face turning red at my insult. The knife he produced took my breath away as I envisioned the damage and pain it would cause cutting into my flesh, but he only slashed through the rope around my ankles. I didn’t fool myself into believing that he was going to release me. I held my breath when he sat down next to me and slowly brought the knife up to study the blade.

I knew he was doing it for effect. He had total control, and his twisted, cruel expression told me that he was going to enjoy every second of what he had planned for me. The thought of being cut was terrifying, but somewhere deep down the will to survive bubbled up, keeping me sane. If I had any hope of getting out of this, I needed to draw on all of my instincts, and right then they were telling me to keep up my brave front and challenge him, because seeing any fear is what he really wanted.

Fear would feed into his madness.

He wanted me to beg for my life, but I wouldn’t do it. Not yet, not while there was still a chance I could get the upper hand. He looked down at me, and I could tell that he was waiting for some kind of reaction. I tried not to look at the knife. It wasn’t that big, but it didn’t have to be. It was pointed and looked sharp. I shuddered inside.

“You’re not afraid I’ll cut you?” he asked, bringing the blade up to my cheek. “So beautiful,” he murmured in a low tone, his eyes clouding over with a memory. “Like my sister was when her life was cut short. She didn’t deserve to die.”

“No one does,” I responded, unable to ignore the smooth surface of the blade that he held against my skin. “I’m sorry she died.” Maybe I could appeal to his forgiving side. The way he was staring off into space told me that he was remembering her. His expression softened, but it didn’t last. I watched the faraway haze in his eyes clear and return to the present.

“Yes.” He nodded. “And I’m sorry you will be the one to pay for that, but since you seem to be Hawk’s flavor of the moment…” He shrugged with indifference.

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