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I hope he falls face forward. I know I plan to kill him, but it would be a hilarious addition if he slammed his face right into this disgusting concrete floor.

When I turn back to check on my girl, she’s being as quiet as can be. She’s sitting on the floor in front of this girl, wiping her face with a random shirt she found and dipping it in a cup of melted ice.

It’s not much and it won’t help the girl, but I’m sure it makes Maeve feel like she’s helping.

“You okay, ma fleur?” I call out. She turns to me, but the look on her face is heartbreak and venom and all she spares me is a short nod.

When I spin back around, it’s to the loud thud of one of the guys hitting the ground.

God dammit! It was Mark and I missed watching him fall face first.

Mother fucker…

“Up, Maeve, it’s time to go.” I say.

Reluctantly, Maeve stands up, but her eyes are locked onto the girl on the couch. I know she’s not going to willingly leave her, so I grab onto her chin and make her look at me. “She’s going to be fine, ma fleur. She will wake up tomorrow and not realize that any of this happened.” I reassure her.

I don’t want her scared for this young girl, if anything, she’s unbelievably lucky that we showed up tonight.

When Maeve looks at me a little hesitant and looks back at the young girl on the couch, I pull her face and her attention back to me. “They’re coming with us, she’ll be alone here.” I promise her.

I pull her along with me back to the SUV and secure her leash to the door handle. Again, I know it breaks her heart that I don’t trust her, but I’m just being cautious.

Just to be extra safe, I also lock the doors so I have the time to load these guys in the car without worrying about someone trying to touch my girl.

Chapter 47

Maeve Henderson

Tonight has immediately made the top of the list for most humiliating experiences of my entire life!

I go to school with these guys, they’re all in my friend group, and just watched Leon walk me around like a dog on a leash.

I want to kick Leon in his stupid handsome face and never look at him again.

I don’t want to cry, he doesn’t deserve my tears and the knowledge that he got to me, but they won’t stop. They’ve been in freefall since the moment he went back inside and left me essentially chained to his car door.

Everytime I think I’ve gotten them all out, my mind flashes back to the predatory and intimidating looks on the guys’ faces when they saw my leash.

I can't believe Leon brought me here, and for what? Did he bring me here just to show off that I'm a prisoner now? That I'm some kind of kept woman.

I thought I was starting to trust him, and now the whole school will know, and they'll laugh at me. So even if Leon ever lets me finish school, I'll be the laughing stock of campus.

I hear the back gate open on his SUV, slightly jumping when I feel the entire vehicle dip as if someone jumped in the back.

Was that Leon?

I wasn’t paying attention…

I should have been watching my surroundings, but I was too upset to focus on anything else.

I shouldn’t feel unsafe when my kidnapper isn’t around, it’s supposed to be the other way around, but I just want him to come back.

I scream when my door opens, but Leon shushes me and holds onto the sides of my face.

“Ma petite fleur…” He says quietly.

I smack his hands away and quickly wipe the tears off my face. I don’t want to hear his stupid pet names right now.

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