Page 81 of Mine, Forever

“Fuck you,” I gritted out. The pain was intense. More than I’d ever experienced before.

“I still hear defiance. You must know by now Jett isn’t coming for you. Give up this act, and I’ll stop this unnecessary pain.”

He was silent as I tried to stop myself from sobbing. The pain was causing my legs to buckle, the chains ripping into my wrists as they were the only thing holding me in the air.

“Who do you belong to?”

“Jett,” I grunted.

Thwack!

I bit down on my lip again, my back arching.

“What was that?” he asked, an irritated tone to his voice.

“You heard me.”

Thwack!

“Stop this insanity, Ebony. Let me help you. Admit you belong to me, and I can take care of you.”

“Never.”

I braced myself for the lash I knew was coming for my comment, but it never came. He put the whip down on a table to the side of me. Cool air wrapped around my back, stinging my wounds. John moved into my line of vision, sweeping my hair out of my face, pulling it back. My head was forced back by my hair, causing me to look into his eyes.

“Why do you make me hurt you so?” he softly asked..

“Maybe I like it.”

“What did Jett do to my good girl?”

“He made me stronger.”

John kissed me. “That’s okay. I’ll break you again. Soon you’ll forget all about what Jett taught you, what he made you believe.”

I found the energy to scoff. “Doubt it.”

He growled, moving away from me, releasing my hair forcing my head to fall from the movement. He seemed to hesitate before I felt him come up behind me. I waited for the whipping to recommence, but he was too close to do it.

“Your back is such a mess, pet.”

Searing pain soared through my back as I felt some liquid drizzle down through my obvious open wounds. I’d never felt this kind of burning pain before. It was as if my back was melting away.

“A little lemon juice to help those scars. Jett wouldn’t want a scarred slut, he’s always liked perfection.”

John walked out of the room as I tried to breathe through the agony. I felt the tears freely streaming down my cheeks, blurring my vision as I held my back still so it didn’t ache any more than it already did.

Where the fuck was Jett?

JETT

Ronni was commanding three of her Stilettos down by the dock. Chaz, York, and I stood on the boat, a few of my men surrounding us waiting for Ronni to finish up her little business meeting. I was getting angrier by the minute, the longer we waited, the more John could be doing to Ebony.

“What the fuck is she doing?” I asked Aubrey. He’d come up to me just as Ronni finished up with the girls. Their boat sped off into the night while she made her way over to us.

“Just relax, I want her back as much as you do,” Aubrey said. “Ronni knows what she’s doing.”

I highly doubted it. She was John’s sister. Why was I trusting her? He trusted her enough to tell her where his goddamn boat was, which meant I didn’t know if I could trust her to be on my side when it came down to it.

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