Page 162 of Three Irish Kings
I shake my head. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”
He smirks. “Yes, you are. Because though the boss told me not to rough you up too much, he did not say that I couldn’t hit you again. And my patience is very short.”
Not rough me up?
I can barely see out of my left eye, and my nose is still blocked with blood. But I guess it could have been worse. I remember how battered up my mom was after my father was done with her.
I shake my head, keeping quiet. Last thing I want is to be forced to leave this room. I have been locked here, yes, and this is nothing like the guys did with me, but I have no desire to find out what is waiting for me outside that door.
The guys at least had morals; that is the only reason I’m still alive, but Cormac?
“Boss wants to see you. You’re coming.”
He jumps the length of the bed and grabs my elbow.
I scream and try to shake him off, but his grip is too strong. So strong I know it will bruise.
“He climbs out of the bed on my side, his face coming up to mine. “Stop it or I’ll make you stop.”
My body quakes, but I can’t help the flight reaction my body is screaming at me.
His hand draws back, and pain explodes through me as his fist connects with my stomach, and I double over.
My baby.
My stomach revolts, and I dry heave, but nothing comes out.
He lifts me up by the arm, pulling me along. “Try that shit again, and there is more where that came from. Plenty of places to hit that I can still rough you up without the boss ever knowing.”
I stumble but recover; his pull on my arm hurting more than it should. Either the circulation is fully cut off from his grip, or he has dislocated my shoulder.
“I'll go, but don’t touch me.”
Another punch to my stomach has all the breath leaving my lungs, and tears start flowing down my face.
I’m so sorry, baby.
“I’m in charge here, not you. Bitch.”
I can’t let him hit me again; it might hurt the baby if it hasn’t already, so I just obey the best I can as the ability to breathe slowly comes back.
He drags me behind him.
This place ishuge.
I take a deep breath as we approach a door.
He knocks, and Cormac’s voice orders us to enter.
As we step inside what I now see is an office, Cormac stands, giving me a dashing smile.
He really must have turned heads as a young man with his piercing blue eyes and strong jaw, but there’s no life behind those ice-cold eyes or that smile.
I stand where Reese drops me, and he turns to leave the room, closing the door behind him.
Fuck, I’m alone with Cormac Callahan.
I take in everything around me.
