Page 72 of Bound by Desire
“Let’s fucking go!” Ryker calls out, pain written all over his face. About fucking time he gets his head out ofhisass.
We leave the room, and I make my way intoRylie’sroom.
Panic in her eyes, she tells me, “They can’t findAustyn.”
I pull her close. “Know that, babe. Goin’ to look for her. Need you to stay here. Don’t leave for any reasonatall.”
“You’re wearing leather,” she comments instead ofanswering.
“Another time.” I lean down and kissherhard.
Meeting the guys outside, we then head over to Austyn’shouse.
When we get there, she’s nowhere to befound.
The pit of my stomach hollows out, and I feel my body jerk, remembering the woman who came to me, strong as can be, after doing something that proved hard for her. Strong, independent. There’s no struggle, so whatever happened had to come as ashock.
We have to findher.Now.
ChapterTwenty
High.
Flying.
Soaring.
My eyesight is hazy, like there is a fog over it. I’m unable to see ten feet in front of me. Sounds of movement are all around me, though, along with murmurs from a sternvoice.
Thatvoice.
Irememberit.
I hear it in my nightmares. The ones that were only tamed when Deke stayed at myhouse.
I desperately have to get out of here, far away from him. However, my arms feel like hundred pound weights, yet light at the same time. I go to move them, but they don’t want to. It’s the same story with my legs andtorso.
Blinking, I try to make sense of where I am and what exactly isgoingon.
When I left my apartment, I looked everywhere around me before exiting. I didn’t expect a Taser to come shooting from a distance and knock me on my ass. He injected me with something, probably the same thing as last time that made my limbs go weak, thenmymind.
Lasttime…
Panic fills me at just the thought, as the memories bombard me, ones I want to forget andmovepast.
This doesn’t bode well for me. I barely got away before. I didn’t even think I’d ever be able to stand on my own two feet again. This time will be worse. I know it. He’s evil.Beyondevil.
Cooper told me to get right to the clubhouse. He warned the brothers would notice if I’m not there. They have to because, for once, no amount of the brute strength force my mother taught me is going to help. Not when my body is uncontrollable, and my brain is as high asakite.
My head jerks from a powerful force, maybe a hand. There are no cries or tears. I don’t feel the pain, only a slight sting and the movement. The drugs he gave me must be more powerful than before, because I felt everything last time. Remembered everything. The brutality, the tearing, the burning—everything.
“You fucking little cunt. Get rid of my baby. Now I get ridofyou.”
Fear slices through me. I try to move my arms and legs to get away, but it’snouse.
He pulls my hair so hard my neck angles down in an unusual way. Again, no pain, onlypressure.
“Know it was mine. The other three, I made them use condoms. Not me. When I pushed through that virgin barrier, I wanted you filled with only me. Wanted you to remember who you belonged to. Then I find out you killed my baby!” The pressure becomes more, and now I do cry out. “Had my guys track you and found you after you murdered my baby! Bitch, you’re going to pay … every fucking waypossible.”
