Page 59 of Resist

He can’t . . .

He can’t . . .

He’s going to.

“Let’s have some fun, Fox, just like old times.”

TWENTY-SIX

My eyes open as I pat the bed, finding Fox’s side empty. Sitting up, I peer around his dark room. “Fox?” I call, leaning to the side as I rub my face to see if he’s in the bathroom, but the door is open and the light is off. “Fox?” Throwing the covers back, I slip from the bed and open the door. The house is silent, and everyone is asleep. Heading back to my phone, I see there are no messages or notifications, and that’s when I start to worry.

Fox wouldn’t leave me alone like this without letting me know. Biting my lip, I call him, but it doesn’t go through. I text him as well, but it doesn’t even show as read. I slump in his desk chair, confused and concerned. Running my eyes over his notebooks, I consider waking the others, but then my gaze lands on his iPad.

I turn it on, knowing it’s linked to his phone. He’s never hidden it or his phone from me. In fact, the passcode is my birthday, so I put it in and log into his texts. Mine are unread at the top, which only makes me worry more, but the one below it makes me go cold all over.

THATPRICK

There can only be one person Fox would name that, so I navigate to that text, open the thread, and read. I know I shouldn’t click on the video from the frozen image it’s showing, but I open it anyway.

Moans fill the air, graphic and loud, and I can’t blink or look away as Fox drives into Theo, who smiles at the camera. Sickness hits me as well as jealousy and anger.

Throwing the iPad away, I cover my face and breathe through the pain.

I know they dated, and I know they fucked, but seeing it is a whole other thing. I remind myself that’s not important. Only Fox is. If Theo is threatening to release that, then Fox would go to him like he demanded—not just for himself, but for me.

Everything Fox does is always for me. He wouldn’t want me to get hurt.

What is Theo planning? Nothing good, that’s for sure, and Fox walked in there alone. I’m going to kick his ass later for not waking me, but right now, I need to find him and bring him home.

Picking up my phone, I hit his number, terror clutching my heart, but he doesn’t answer. I keep calling as I pull on my boots and coat, but it won’t go through. Once outside, I open the app that shows all our locations—something management demanded we get, which I’m thankful for now—and one look at his confirms my fear.

He went.

I barely remember the journey to Theo’s house. Luckily, the roads are empty, so it doesn’t take long, but as I stare up at the closed front door, I hesitate. My heart demands I turn around, and my brain tells me I won’t like what I’ll find inside, but this is Fox. For a moment, pain pierces my chest before I push it away. Fox wouldn’t leave me unless he had no choice, which means something happened. I have to trust in that and in him. He would never do anything to hurt me.

I can’t leave him alone, even if he’s chosen Theo. Even if he went back to him, I’ll beg him to come back to me.

I don’t bother knocking, instead taking the last step, opening the door, and storming inside. I look for him as I rush to the living room, only to stop in the doorway. The candlelight casts everything in a romantic glow, but there’s no romance or happiness in my chest at the scene before me as I find the man I love below his first love.

My heart cracks and shatters in my chest as Theo leans back, his lips swollen. There are marks all over Fox’s chest, his shirt is gaping open, and his pants are unbuttoned. I’m about to turn and run when I realize what’s wrong with this picture.

Fox doesn’t appear happy, and he isn’t reacting in guilt or calling my name.

He looks . . . wrong.

Tears slide silently down his cheeks as he meets my gaze, my heart breaking at the desperation and hopelessness in those depths.

“Ryker.” His voice is slurred. “Help—” His voice cuts off, but his eyes bulge at me.

Despite the agony in my chest, I run my gaze over them once more before glancing around the room. I find two wine glasses, and there is a vial next to them. My eyes land on Theo.

“Did you drug him?” I ask.

His bored gaze meets mine as he tilts his head. “The door’s there. Leave. I was just getting to the good part.”

“Did you drug him?” I roar as I stride over, grabbing his hair as I drag him up and off Fox, who whines, tears cascading down his face.

Theo swings, but I slam my fist into his bare gut, and he bends forward. It’s then I realize he’s naked, a robe and boxers discarded on the floor, and his cock is hard. I’ve never hated someone so much as I do in this moment. Sickness courses through me at the sight of Fox looking vulnerable and heartbroken. His hand lifts then drops as if he has no energy, and I slam my fist into Theo’s stomach again, making him gasp before I jerk his head back.

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