Page 7 of Wicked Oath

“Fine,” he says dismissively.

“Have a good night, Katy,” I say with a wink. “Next time, I’ll bend you over. You’ll love it.”

“Fuck you,” she yells with a shaky voice.

“Soon, baby. Soon,” I wink and sit back on the bike.

“Clubhouse?” Viper asks when Katy and Andrew walk away. I’m pretty sure I just traumatized Katy, but… I don’t give a fuck. They’re both dirty cops and have been from the beginning. All you have to do is give them money and they’ll be your little bitch.

“Mhmm,” I say.

“Want some company?” Viktor asks.

“Would love some, but you might not like how I’m going to handle it,” I say.

“Try me,” he says with a smirk.

Sweet little ‘Laney… Taking her will be my revenge. My stepbrother thinks he’s untouchable, but he has no idea the storm I’m about to unleash.

My little flower is ripe for the picking. She is delicate and soft, like prey begging to be claimed. She is weak now, sure, but under my care, she’ll grow. Thrive. I will give her just enough of what she needs to to bloom, but only on my terms. I will strip away the parts of her that do not serve me, and the shape her into something better. Something that ismine. Love has no place in this. I will take her, marry her, and make her into what she should have been all along. When she finally breaks for me, fully and completely subservient, I will know that I have won.

Chapter Three

Delaney

I can’t sleep. Iam riddled with anxiety after sending that text. Logan damn near caught me using his phone, but I got everything deleted, then set his phone on the table. No one saw. I couldn’t just sit there and do nothing. Talon doesn’t deserve to have anything taken from him. I might not know the full story, but I do know that setting him up to be arrested and then shot by the police is fucking awful. They’re supposed to be family.

Although, family doesn’t seem to mean much these days. Mine gave me away to a psychopath and hasn’t made an effort to reach out since then unless it pertains to the business merger.

When we got home from dinner, Logan said I could read and went to sleep. I was so shocked that I wasted hours just sitting here with the book in my hand while I think about Talon. I hope that whatever he was up to, he didn’t get caught. I want thesatisfaction of knowing that Logan lost, but I’m afraid he will just go after him harder next time. Logan wants Talon dead so bad, it’s all they fucking talked about while we ate.

Giving up on my attempt to quiet my mind so I can read, I shut off my bedside lamp and lie down. The house is so quiet and it’s unsettling. It’s only weird because usually, I would get beat to and then violently fucked until I was bloody for fucking up the way I did. All I had to do was suck a dick, and they weren’t even violent. I am anticipating him to come at me at any second. I know I should at least try to get away from him, but he has enough money that he’ll find me and make my life a worse hell than it already is.

Just as I am about to drift off to sleep, I feel the blanket get pulled off me. I snap my eyes open and a hand slaps across my mouth before I can scream. It’s so fucking dark, so it’s hard to make out a face. They lean in and I can feel their hot breath on my face. I feel around on the side table to flip the light on, and I freeze.

“Are you going to come with me, Little Flower, or should I rip you out by the roots?” he asks quietly, leaning in to whisper in my ear.

“I c-can’t,” I whisper back when he takes his hand off my mouth. Clearly, he doesn’t give a shit about my answer because he simply grabs my hands and pulls me up. I don’t fight him because he’s not hurting me. I am also not fully convinced that I’m awake. I am still groggy when he picks me up to cradle me in his arms before carrying me out of the room. He doesn’t stop until we are outside and sets me on my feet.

“Get in,” he commands harshly, opening the back door of an SUV.

“Uhm… You can’t just steal me in the middle of the night.”

“I can and I did. Get in,” he grits.

“Why? Why are you doing this?”

I gasp and my eyes widen when he grabs me by the throat and slams me against the vehicle. “Because I fucking said so, Little Flower. Get in the fucking truck.”

“Okay,” I whisper. He releases me and I go to get in. I glance back at the house and see that Logan is standing at the front bay window. He has his arms crossed over his chest and he looks angry. Tears roll down my cheeks when I make eye contact with him, and it’s not because I’m technically being kidnapped. It’s because he doesn’t give a fuck. He knows that his stepbrother is dangerous and is mad at him, but he doesn’t care.

I slide in and Talon gets in with me. I look at the door handle and I contemplate running, but his voice in my ear stops me. “If you run, I’ll have to chase you down, Little Flower. Want to find out what I’ll do to you when I catch you?”

“No,” I whisper.

“Then be a good girl and keep your fucking hands away from the door.” The two men in the front are paying attention to us, but they aren’t interfering.

“Home?” the driver asks.

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