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Right when the word leaves his mouth one of the men behind me leans down and stabs me in the stomach.I feel the sharp pain from the blade.And the next thing I feel is a gun hitting me in the back of the head.
Jenn, I’m sorryis the last thought I have before everything goes black.
Chapter Eighteen
Jennifer
Tristan is nothing like I thought he would be.He hasn’t tried to touch me—at least not in that way.He is mind fucking me instead.Honestly, I think I would prefer the physical fuck.At least the physical fuck I can process through.What he is doing to my head is something completely different.
I turn on the shower, reaching my hand out touching the water, waiting for it to become hot.Tristan told me I could do whatever I wanted as long as I stayed in my room.He is completely in control and calm.
He acts as if he doesn’t have a care in the world.He will think differently when Ethan and the others come for me.I know Ethan is coming, they all are.I just can’t promise I will be here when they do.
Tristan tells me his plans for making me his wife.Telling me that he loves me has me all fucked up.All I can think about is Ethan and our unborn child and what will happen when I give birth.Tristan is a proud man.I don’t think he will just raise a child that isn’t his and everyone will know that it is not his.
Tristan likes being both feared and respected and if he keeps me and the child, he will lose the respect of his clients and his men.I know he won’t stand for that, no matter how much he tries to convince me that he loves me.
He thinks he can give me what I want if I just give in to him.But the truth is he has nothing I want.Everything I want comes from Ethan,isEthan.Tristan can never make me feel the way he did.No matter what he gives me or promises me, he isn’t Ethan.
I can only imagine what Tristan is up to now.He had to leave in a hurry, which makes me nervous and hopeful that maybe, just maybe, something is not going the way he wants it to.
I pull back my hand and slowly remove the black nightgown.
Tristan has always liked fancy things.He’s always enjoyed his money and having things that normal people could only dream of having.But money has never been something I have worried about.I have never cared about fancy things, probably because I’ve never had them.
When I was living in the studio, the only thing I wanted was freedom, having a choice in what happens to me.And now, even now, that choice has been taken away from me.
I look at myself in the mirror and see Tristan standing in the doorway.For the first time his breathing is unsteady.There is rage in his eyes, eyes not deadlocked onto mine.I can tell he is looking at my back.
The one place that holds the most scars from my father and the other men.I have learned that men like to torture to get off.The more pain they inflicted on me the more turned on they became.
I have lost count of how many scars I have that cover my body.But I do know the ones on my back are the worst.Scars on top of scars.
I take a deep breath as he pushes off the doorframe and closes the distance between us.I wrap my arms around myself even though he has seen all of me before.
He stops behind me and lifts his hands, gently touching the scars with his fingertips.I see sadness in his eyes, something I never thought I would see from him.
