Page 9 of Breaker

Alone.

With a predator.

Rune leans forward in his plush wingback chair, fingers steepling like he always does when he’s thinking too hard. His suit’s a little rumbled, and his tie is askew. I feel his hard gaze moving like thick oil down my body. Peeling my eyes from the red and gold oriental rug centered in his large opulent office, I meet his blue eyes and my chest squeezes.

Delly got his eyes, not her mother’s. But she got nothing else from him. She’s beautiful and kind and—

“Answer me.”

I lick my lips, my mouth suddenly too dry to speak, and shake my head. “No.”

“No?” Rune’s voice is too harsh. Too cold.

Tooknowing.

He bolts up from his seat, stalking toward me, and grips my chin, forcing me to look up at him. Something dangerous swirls in his eyes, and I know I need to tread lightly.

“She said no, Rune,” Clyde says from behind me, and I realize he’s standing by my chair.

Rune doesn’t hear him, or chooses not to, and his grip tightens as he pulls me from my seat, eyes never leaving mine. Something he sees in my face as I stand makes that dangerous gleam grow darker, more sinister.

“Which one?” he asks, and my stomach flips.

My mind races, trying to figure out how he knows, but then I remember when they took us Reaper announced to the entire lobby he’d fucked Delly. After we were taken, Rune no doubt watched the security footage after someone reported we were in his club. Hell, they sent us fucking flowers afterwards, no doubt causing even more gossip.

It must have chewed Rune inside out, knowing they’d had us before they took us. That we’d gone so willingly with them to his private VIP room, wanting to please and be pleased. I’d almost admire their viciousness if I wasn’t the one standing here, suffering the consequences.

And suffer I’m about to if I’m not careful.

The mouth I’ve come to know so well curls into a sneer. “Which one did you fuck?”

One?I’d laugh if I wasn’t so scared.

“Papa,” I start, as Rune inches in closer, barely a breath between us. His intense glare, eyes never leaving mine, makes my heart stutter. “We didn’t know who they were that night.”

His jaw pops, hands dropping to fists at his side. He’s still so close, so in my face, I can smell his familiar smokey cologne and the hint of whisky on his breath. “You two went with four strange men into that room. Did you even get their names?”

I glance at Clyde for help. Stupid me. His own features harden. Clyde’s just as pissed that Delly and I went off with four men and didn’t tell a soul.

My cheeks heat, not just from embarrassment that Rune and Clyde know we went so wild that night, but from the thought that his staff knows. “We just gave them nicknames, and that was it.”

“Jesus Christ, girl,” Clyde snarls. “You know how dangerous that was? We taught you both better than that.”

I take a deep breath, daring a look back at Rune.

His throat moves as he swallows, the salt and pepper stubble glistening in the dim light . He’s so tense, I don’t trust that he won’t explode into a fit of rage, even though Clyde’s here.

“And they didn’t touch you again?” he asks. “After that night?”

God, he’s losing his mind at the mere thought the men violated us. Maybe he’s more concerned for Delly since he knows what vile things men are capable of. He does them to me all the time.

“Those men, they didn’t…” Blue eyes move down the front of my dress. He touches the blue buttons, letting his hand trail down each one until he reaches my stomach. Then he grips the material of the sweater, feeling the soft fabric, running his thumb over the tightly knit threads. His eyes drop to my socked feet, then move slowly back up my body, taking in the cream dress with delicate blue flowers embroidered along the hem.

The violent churning in his eyes intensifies, shadows swirling within them, freezing my blood. Fury pours from him, like he can see all the places they touched. As if their hands left a pattern on my skin detailing all the lascivious things done to me, my body imprinted with fingerprints and kisses, revealing all the places they’ve been. How I’ve been cared for, given affection.How I’ve fucked not just one of them, but three of them, and his daughter as well.

When his gaze moves up to my face, I swear he can see their promises. The way his face turns hard tells me he can see the heartbreak, too. I just hope he thinks it’s from being separated from Delly and not the slivers of pain that were stabbed through my heart when I was handed over to a man with silver hair that scared me far more than Rune ever has.

But he will come and get me.

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