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“This is a rescue mission, Molly,” Jagger tells me, lifting me into his arms bridal style. “I know you hate me, but let me get you out of here, and then you can hate me forever.”
Jagger is rescuing me?
This has to be a joke. Is this part of their torture? This is new. Maybe he’s going to turn the lights on in a minute and?—
BANG!
I yelp, hiding my head in Jagger’s shoulder as he holds me close, whispering that I’m okay. I hate that his words comfort me, but beggars can’t be choosers here. There are a few shouts; then, I hear a fire alarm ringing through the building.
“It’s on, baby.” Wolfe chuckles. “I hope my girl is wearing leather.”
What the fuck is he talking about?
“Go, go, go!” a female yells from outside our room seconds before our door flies open.
The girl before me is indeed wearing leather—and a mask. But she waves us forward, a gun in her hand.
“GO!” she commands, tossing the gun to Wolfe.
“Oh, baby, you have no idea how hot you look right now,” Wolfe remarks, smirking as the girl rolls her eyes.
“The staircase, go!” she shouts at Jagger, who doesn’t waste a second.
I stare behind me as Wolfe strides down the hallway, pointing his gun at the men cowering at the end, choking on smoke.
“Nearly there,” Jagger mutters, leaning against a door until it opens to the outside; ice-cold air hits my parched throat as I gasp. He runs down a spiral staircase, holding me close the whole time. I’m clinging to him, my fucking rapist. But he’s taking me away from this…isn’t he?
Why?!
I’m too tired to think, but soon enough, I hear a voice I’ve longed to hear for so long that I can’t help but lose my grip, almost sliding from Jagger’s arms. He manages to hold me close and curses.
“Fuck, Molly, keep hold of me.”
I’m not doing anything he says ever again, but I’ll allow him this.
Just this once.
“Molly!”
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MOLLY
"Molly!"
I lift my head to see my beautiful best friend staring down at me from behind a mask, similar to the one the other girl wore back in the house. Her eyes shine with tears, and for a moment, I can't speak. My mouth gapes open, and no sound comes out, and then Jagger releases me slowly to the ground as Aphrodite sweeps me into her arms.
I inhale her scent and let her squeeze me tight, my sore body screaming against her touch, but I don't care.
"I'm so sorry," Aphrodite murmurs, her sweet perfume wrapping around me as she holds me. "I should've been there for you."
And I should've told her about Lawson. But I didn't, and now here we are. She helps me to my feet and guides me to the car waiting behind her with blacked-out windows. I notice Kaden leaning against it, a deep scowl on his face. His lips twist into a snarl as he watches me limp to the car, but Jagger moves forward, trying to help me.
"Leave me," I grit out, not wanting him anywhere near me.
Aphrodite snaps her head in Jagger's direction, her eyes flashing. "Leave her!"
Kaden helps me into the car, and I sink against the soft leather, panting from the effort of using my body. Will I ever be well again? Aphrodite clips my seatbelt and kisses my forehead.
