Page 21 of Bound by Vengeance
That voice.
I remember it.
I hear it in my nightmares. The ones that were only tamed when Deke stayed at my house.
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 budge. It’s the same story with my legs and torso.
Blinking, I try to make sense of where I am and what exactly is going on.
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, the same thing that made my limbs go weak, then my mind.
Last time …
Panic fills me at just the thought, as the memories bombard me, ones I want to forget and move past.
This doesn’t bode well for me. I barely got away before. I didn’t 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. Beyond evil.
Cooper told me to get right to the clubhouse. He warned me the brothers would notice if I’m not there. They have to because, for once, no amount of the brute force my mother taught me is going to help. Not when my body is uncontrollable, and my brain is as high as a kite.
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 must be more powerful than before, because I felt everything last time. Remember everything. The brutality, the tearing, the burning—everything.
“You fucking little cunt. Get rid of my baby, now I get rid of you.”
Fear slices through me. I try to move my arms and legs, but it’s no use.
He pulls my hair so hard my neck angles down in an unnatural way. Again, no pain, only pressure.
“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. Now I do cry out. “Had my guys track you and found you after you murdered my baby! Bitch, you’re going to pay … in every fucking way possible.”
Bile rises up my throat, burning as I try to push it down. This man hurt me in more ways than just physical, and I hate him. Hate what he and his men did to me. I can still feel the pain of when he took me. Can still feel the guys holding me down by my arms and legs while I screamed out, trying to fight back. Every damn detail of what he did to me is etched on my soul for eternity.
My baby. I fight back the tears at thinking of the life that grew inside me for such a short time.
Pain spears through my heart. The emptiness I feel in my stomach grows.
Innocent. I can’t fight the tears as one falls out of the corner of my eye and rolls down my cheek.
A sharp pain comes to my side, and then wetness falls from my body.
“Shouldn’t have given you so much. Want you to feel this.”
“Please don’t, JK,” I whisper, just as another slice of pain comes. Then another. And another.
It would be better if I were dead.
I’m not dead, and now I’m coming for him. Come hell or high water, he’s going out.
C H A P T E R E I G H T
One.
My arms strain as I pull my weight up until my chin touches the bar, then I let my body fall back down.
Two.
Repeat. Up, knees bent and ankles crossed. Down.
