Page 108 of Sinning for Santa

My words from earlier flash through my mind. I’d said them to Devon, and I meant them.

“I swear if you let him come and get me, I’ll throw myself off that cliff, Devon. I will. I’ll do it. I’m not even kidding.”

There’s only one way out.

And it’s through those doors.

I charge for them, shoving Eddie to the side and hearing him crash into something, while Dr Xavier’s voice yells something I can’t make out, not with the way my blood is rushing past my ears.

This is it.

It’s time to fly.

Nearly slamming into the door, I fiddle with the latch trying to get it unlocked, and just as I do and pull it open, the sounds of the city rushing in and the light breeze hitting my face, rough hands grab me from behind.

I open my mouth to scream, but the biting sting of a needle pierces my neck and a hand slaps over my mouth dragging me back in before I can jump to my death.

No. No. No.

It might have been death but it would have been freedom to no longer be here and endure this.

I kick out and try to swing my fists, but the two male nurses are beyond strong, and my attempts are futile.

The burn of the sedative runs through my veins quickly, like a rush of heat and relaxation, yet my mind is still panicked. My mind knows what comes next.

“No, Daddy.” I slur one last plea to get him to stop this, but he just shakes his head.

“You look like a cheap whore with those marks on your neck,” he snarls, and a tear pops free of my eye before everything goes black.

Chapter twenty-two

Devon

“The fuck.” Finn mutters as we approach Presley Summers’ apartment building in the city, the red Corvette pulled half up on the sidewalk facing the wrong fucking way.

“Why do I get the feeling she was in a fucking hurry?” I snap.

“If she was trying to hide from you, surely she’d hide the car,” Finn says what I’m thinking as he eases the car to a stop in front of the Corvette, and I fucking ignore how banged up the front is knowing Conrad is going to lose his shit.

“Call Dom. Get him to check Jaxcen’s call records,” I snap, opening the door and slipping out. “I have a bad fucking feeling about this.”

I thought she’d run because I’d kidnapped her, but now I’m not so sure.

Finn does as I ask, his voice fading as I step up to the driver’s side door of the Corvette to find it unlocked. Taking a peek inside, I can see her phone isn’t in here, and neither are the keys, so I close the door and glance up at the tall apartment building.

Presley Summers lives on the fourteenth floor. Apartment 1408. Funnily enough, this is a Marx building, although no one would know it. It’s owned by a shell corporation which falls under my Uncle Ewan’s ownership.

“You know my brother is going to have your nuts for this.”

I grin at hearing my cousin, Liam’s, voice and turn to see him in a suit, taking a drag of a cigarette with one hand in his pocket.

“He can have them as soon as I find my girl.”

Liam’s brows hitch. “Your girl? When did that happen?”

I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I don’t fucking know.”

“Fuuuck, man. I never thought I’d see the day big bad Devon the devil would be all twisted up over a girl.”

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