Page 91 of Sacred Vow
Jordan steps back into me, his deathly stare sending chills down my spine. He grips my shoulder, his nails digging into my skin. “I said,” he spits through a clenched jaw before his heavy fist slams straight into my stomach. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
My loud gasp rips through the room, his punch instantly winding me, and I struggle to catch my breath as hot, pain-filled tears spring to my eyes. And I decide at this very moment that if he’s going to take me out, then I’m going to go down swinging.
“You know he fucks like a goddamn machine,” I say, still gasping as my arms scream for relief. “After knowing him barely three seconds, he already had that thick cock buried inside my pretty little cunt. How long have you known him? Ten? Fifteen years? How far have you gotten with him?”
Jordan’s hand violently cracks across my face again. “STOP IT!”
“He’s a fucking beast. You should see the way he gets down. The way his body rolls with each thrust. It’s fucking perfection. But you know that, don’t you, because you’re a sick bastard. I bet you watch him fuck, don’t you? Wishing and waiting for your turn, but guess what? It’s never going to come. He’s never going to want you, especially not now.”
Jordan puts his hands to his ears, pressing hard to drown me out as he madly paces the small cellar. “SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP.”
I laugh, realizing he’s a full-blown psychopath, and while I know I should keep my mouth shut, that wild part of me keeps me going, wanting him to hurt. “It’s almost ironic, don’t you think? Both you and your crazy mom, you’re doing all of this so you can get the Di Rozé men right back where you had them, but after today, after taking the one and only obstacle out of the way, neither of them will ever want anything to do with you again. You might as well start digging your own grave, right next to mine, because you’re never going to get him. Not now, not ever. You never stood a chance.”
Jordan lets out a sickening roar, and before I can even comprehend what he’s doing, his fists are pummeling into my body, the sound of the chain clanging above rocking through my ears. His fists slam into my body one after another, each delivered with a loud grunt as I cry out in agony.
My body breaks and bleeds under his attack, and all I can do is hang here like a fucking boxing bag and take the abuse. When he finally tires out, he stumbles back, falling against one of the bunk beds and dropping onto the bottom mattress.
His knuckles are bloodied, and he struggles to catch his breath as every inch of my body aches, desperately wishing I could crumble to the ground into a messy heap and cry.
Jordan just sits there, staring at the ground as the seconds turn into long, drawn-out minutes.
The silence is heavy, and as the pain quickly exhausts me, my eyes grow heavy, but when his sharp, barking laugh tears through the cellar, they spring back open, hoping like fuck he’s not about to hit me with round two.
“It’s funny. After he started fucking Chloe, I was actually going to let it go. At that party, I did want to just talk, but then you had to go and act all high and mighty, and I just . . . snapped. You were a dead bitch walking from the second Zeph punched me. From there, it was all about timing.”
I scoff, not having the energy to come up with some snappy retort about what happened at that party. We’ve already covered that shit. “Timing, huh? You make it sound like this was your grand plan. But it seems to me you’re just the muscle man, fulfilling your mom’s dirty little tasks. You don’t even see it. You’re her little yes-man puppet, and she’s the puppeteer.”
“You don’t know shit about my mother.”
“I know she’s clearly just as delusional as you are.”
“No,” he scoffs. “Delusion is thinking that someone like Caesar Di Rozé is ever going to love you. You’re nothing to him. Just some little toy.”
“You sound like your mother. Did you guys share notes? Should I just expect the rest of this to be a copy-paste of everything she already said, or do you have some original content?”
Jordan laughs. “Fuck, I’m really going to enjoy ending your life. I think I’ll take my time. Maybe video it for all your eager fans. I bet Zephyr and Caesar will really enjoy watching that one. Your own little snuff film. You know what kind of cash I’d get for that? I’ve already got offers from the thousands of assholes online who’ve been waiting for you to be taught a lesson.”
My brows furrow.Taught a lesson?Why is that ringing a bell?
“Still haven’t figured it out, have ya?”
The Vag Destroyer. I should have fucking known. It all makes sense now. I could never work out why this mysterious asshole online held so much hatred for me, why he was so cruel in his messages, wanting to teach me a lesson when he knew nothing about me, but all the pieces are finally coming together. It’s been Jordan all along.
“Caesar’s going to find you, and when he does, you better run. He will destroy you until there’s nothing left.”
Jordan gets back to his feet and lets out a breath. “Maybe,” he says, shrugging his shoulders. “But by then, it’ll be far too late.”
He steps into me again, his gaze sweeping up and down my body in disgust. “Once Mom and I worked out that you were the same bitch fucking with both of our lives, it was all so easy. We found out everything we needed to know about you in seconds. Your real name. Your address. Your fucking shoe size,” he tells me. “But now, none of it matters anymore, because you don’t matter. Once I’m through with you, nobody is even going to miss you. They won’t even remember you.”
I spit in his face. “You’re wrong. And it won’t even take long for you to realize it. The second people find out what you’ve done, you’re going to lose it all. You think they’re going to worship you? Tell you that you did good with a pat on the back? You’re kidding yourself. You think Zeph hates you now? Just you wait. He will despise you.”
His fist slams into my stomach again, and if I could, I’d double over and die right here on the cold concrete. “Zeph will be fine. Once I get rid of you, and any other bitch he wants to fuck around with, he’ll eventually see I’m all he needs.”
“That’s your grand plan. Huh? Kill anybody who dares to step in the way?”
“Seems to be working just fine so far.”
I scoff. “You’re missing one key component.”
