Page 125 of Cuffed By Love

“Mhm,” He nods and presses his lips to my neck. I squeeze my eyes shut, wincing, feeling disgusted. He turns me around and lifts his white T-shirt, and I gasp when I see a tattoo over his muscular chest of…me, my face carved into his skin forever. My stomach lurches, and I force it down. “Now everyone will know who I belong to.”

“Oh my God,” I utter, staring at his chest, horrified. I can feel my heart beating in my ears as my panic starts to grow.

“Don’t you like it, baby? I got it for you.” When I say nothing, Scott grabs my face and lifts it, so I’m forced to look up at him. “Tell me you like it.” He demands, his temper flaring.

“I-I love it.” I lie hurriedly. “I’m just shocked.”

Scott smiles and licks his lips. “I can tell. Come on, let’s go.” he grabs my arm and starts to pull me toward the door.

“Scott, wait, wait. Where are you taking me?” I ask nervously, digging my heels into the ground until he turns to look at me.

“Someplace far enough that no one will find us. Someplace we can start over, just us.” I shake my head hurriedly.

“Scott, if I just disappear, my family, my friends, they’ll all come looking for me, and the first person they’ll suspect is you. Please, just think about this logically for a second, okay. You’ll go back to prison, is that what you want?” I ask, fighting back the tears. Scott bites his lip, his eyes narrowing to slits.

“Baby, I’ve thought everything through. Once we get out of here, you can make a phone call to someone and tell them you left to start a new life.” I frown and almost sob at his absurdity. No one will ever believe I would take off, especially Wyatt.

“Okay, let me call someone and then we can go?” I offer pleadingly, and he sighs, pondering over it for a long moment before he nods.

“Make it quick.” I pick my phone up off the bed and see a couple of messages from Devin. “Don’t make me remind you of the consequences if you so much as think about grassing on me and screaming for help.” I wince when he squeezes my forearm so tight I cry out. “Hurry up and put it on speakerphone.” My heart is racing.

The phone shakes in my hand as I dial Wyatt’s number and pray that he answers. “Hey, peach.” His deep and playful voice filters through the speaker.

I almost burst into tears upon hearing his voice, but I pull it together. “Hey, Wyatt.”

“What’s up, Sugar tits? You good?”

Scott scowls menacingly at the phone. “Uhm, yeah, I just wanted to drop you a call and let you know that…” I say and lift my eyes to look at Scott watching me intently; he gestures with his hand for me to make it quick. “I’m leaving, and I need to get away.”

A moment of silence, “Mira, what are you talking about? Where are you going? Are you going somewhere with Dev?” Wyatt questions, perplexed. I can hear him shuffling on his end.

“No, no, I’m not. But, listen, just do me a favour and don’t come looking for me, okay? Don’t tell Devin.”

“Bloody hell Mira, listen, I’m going to be home real soon okay, don’t go anywhere until I get there, and we can talk, all right?” He replies.

“Wy, I won’t be here when you get back. I can’t be here anymore. Please tell my family I love them and tell Devin I’m sorry. I have to go now.”

“Mira, wait, you’re scaring me. Why are you talking like you’re never coming back?”

“I don’t think I will be, Wy. Thank you for always being there whenever I need you. I’ve gotta go.”

“Mira—” I hang up the phone and exhale slowly. If I know Wyatt, he’ll call Devin and demand to know what the hell he’s done to drive me away. Devin and I have been great, so he’ll be straight over here to find out what the hell is going on. All I need to do is stall Scott long enough till they get here.

“Let’s go.” Scott takes my phone when Wyatt calls back, tosses it on my bed, and drags me out of the bedroom. I can hear my phone ringing as I’m being dragged down the stairs. I stop as we reach the bottom of the stairs. Scott notices my hesitation and yanks me till I’m pressed up against his chest. “I said let’s go.”

I stare up into his eyes, and while he’s distracted, I swiftly lift my knee and ram it hard into his nuts. Scott howls and keels over, holding his crotch. With a panic, I turn to run to the door, but he grabs my arm before I could make a break for it and hauls me back again. I fight in his hold to break free, but he’s stronger and has an iron grip on my arm.

“Fucking bitch!” He roars, straightening and slaps me hard across the face with the back of his hand. I hit the floor with a whimper. The force of his slap causes my vision to blur for a couple of seconds. My ears ring, and my cheek throbs. I try to hurry away when he advances toward me. “You never fucking learn, Mira!” He yells, picking up the lamp on the table beside the sofa and hurls it across the room. I gasp when it hits the wall and shatters, sending broken pieces of glass everywhere.

“Why won’t you leave me alone!” I scream at him as I back away when he walks toward me. I hiss when a piece of broken glass cuts into my palm as I try to get up but stagger when my head spins. Scott reaches for me again, but I kick the side table forcefully at his legs, and he trips over it. I get up and run toward the stairs, but he catches up to me and grabs my leg before I could make it up the stairs. I thrash and kick my legs, but he drags me down the steps. “Scott, please let me go!” I cry out when he grabs me by the hair and lifts me to my feet.

“Leave you to those two brothers, you mean? I wasn’t enough for you?” Scott hisses dangerously, pressing his forehead to mine. “Every time I saw you with one of them, I wanted to kill them and then you, Mira. And I almost did. If that fucker didn’t pull you out of the way, you’d be dead right now.”

“That was you in the car,” Scott smirks menacingly, his glacial gaze on mine. I look up at him horrified, my vision blurs with unshed tears.

“You think it was easy for me to watch you with them? Laughing, kissing, fucking!” I whimper when he tugs on my hair. “No one takes what’s mine, and you are mine till the death, baby.”

I sob feebly, “I would choose to die over and over again than ever choose to be yours. You fucking psycho!” Scott lets go of my hair and pushes me forcefully. I go flying back into the stairs, my back collides with the edge of the step, and I momentarily lose my breath. An unbearable pain shoots up and down my spine.

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