Page 31 of Bitter Desire
Except the slap that I had been expecting didn’t come. Instead, I heard the voice I had come to love.
“I’m going to kill you.”
Law.
I opened my eyes to see the man I was falling in love with, the man that was my Daddy, my Dom, the man I trusted more than anyone else in the world, standing beside the man, his hand wrapped around the other man’s wrist, stopping him from hitting me.
“Who the fuck are you?”
I watched my man lean in close to him, the shadow of him, the bulk of his shoulders and the width of him making him seem impossibly large. “I’m Lawson Sokolov,” I heard him growl at the man, “and you don’t fuck with me.”
“I didn’t know,” my kidnapper whispered, and then there was nothing.
There was silence and the room went still. For a second no one moved, the calm that settled into that one moment in time could have gone on and on, but it ended just as quickly as it began and Lawson moved, jerking the man away from me and into the darkness beyond the light of the EXIT sign. I backed up, hands and feet pushing against the wood of the floor, scooting me farther away from the direction they had gone, and I heard them scuffle, the bang of them slamming into furniture, the gasp and whimper of the man—that sound couldn’t be coming from Law, I knew it couldn’t be.
There was the sickening thwack of a fist hitting a jaw and another whimper and a strangled groan and gasp of the man as a body hit the floor. There was silence after that and I shivered, wrapping my arms around myself when I heard Law’s voice from the dark.
“You were going to use this on her?”
He was talking to the man. Not me.
There was a groan and what I could only assume was a ‘yes,’ when Law kept on talking. “I’m going to fucking show you how it feels. I don’t know about you, but I think I’ll enjoy it.”
Oh god. What was it?
There was thrashing and struggling. I knew the man was trying to get away from Law, but whatever was happening, just out of eyesight, whatever it was that Law was doing...there was no escaping it. There was the sound of ripping cloth and then a beat later I heard a muffled howl, a groan and the man’s feet kicking against the hardwood of the floor. It only took a strangled gurgle to reach my ears to know that it’d been a knife. A knife that sounded like Lawson was wielding with precision.
Oh god, oh god, oh god. Was he going to kill him?
“I was right, I did fucking enjoy that. How about you, huh?” Law’s voice was strange now, there was a coldness, a steeliness that made me shiver and lean away as much as I could even though I was pressed flush to the back of a couch. There was nowhere to go, not unless I got up from the floor, but I was too scared to do that. I didn’t trust my legs to hold me up if I tried to leave and so I sat there on the floor, listening to the voice I’d come to love, the voice I lived to hear. But it wasn’t right.
It was darker, meaner. It was the voice of a man set on doing what needed to be done. I could hear a slight change in Law’s cadence. The tone was lower, the vowels stretched out and flat, I’d never asked him if he grew up speaking Russian—he’d never talked about his family. It had always been about the here and now with us, but I knew English wasn’t the only language my man knew. There was no hiding the accent that was rolling around in his mouth and off his tongue as he made the man that had grabbed me pay.
“I said,how about you, fucker?”
A wheezing gasp answered him, and I heard the squelch of blood and flesh. He must be twisting the knife, or-or whatever it was that was happening. God, I didn’t know. What the fuck was I supposed to do?
“Law,” I croaked, finding my voice even though I didn’t know what to say. “Please, don’t.”
“I have to, Honey.” His reply was instant, the words spoken as fact. I knew he believed them. I couldn’t stop this. And so I lowered my head and waited for him to finish.
Chapter Fourteen
Law
After I’d cleared the stage and gotten behind the curtains I hadn’t been able to see anything. I’d listened though, pushing forward, not wanting to risk that MC getting in the way or someone else that didn’t know any better, like one of the idiot contest participants. I wanted to find Honey, not fight with clueless bystanders.
Every second she was missing was a second lost. Anything could happen in a second. I’d watched it when she’d been grabbed. If I didn't concentrate now I could lose her. If they made it out of the building before I found her—who knew where they would go? I could lose my girl forever then.
No, I had to stop them and that meant stopping them from leaving this fucking place. I jerked my phone out of my pocket and texted Taylor.
‘Back door. Find it and stop anyone that tries to leave with Honey.’
I powered the phone off not wanting to risk a buzz from Taylor when I was trying to find the asshole who had grabbed Honey. There was a crash and a clatter up ahead of me and I heard a man curse.
“Fucking bitch! I don’t care how much she’s paying me, I’m making you pay for that.”
I saw red. What the fuck did he mean? He wasn’t going to do shit to my girl, not any more than he had. If he laid a hand on her I was going to kill him. I ran forward, towards the red light I could see glowing at the end of the room. It had to be the back door exit. He must have been trying to get her out the door when she’d taken him down. I ran faster, keeping my steps quiet. I nearly lost my shit at the sight in front of me. Honey was on the ground, trying to get away from her kidnapper, and the fucker was standing over her, reaching for her, a hand on her leg dragging her back.
