Page 72 of Torment

“And what do we have here?”

Scarlet looked up and into the bluest pair of eyes she had ever seen in her life. Man whore Adam could kiss this guy’s ass.

Struggling to catch her breath, she tried to fight against the grip this guy had on her shoulders. “Let me go!”

The guy smiled, showcasing two dimples, which were impossible not to notice—and those fucking blue eyes seemed like they were smiling too.

Colton almost came to a crashing halt when he rounded the corner and saw what was happening.

The guy glanced at Colton. “She yours?”

For a second Colton seemed like he was frozen on the spot, and the way he stared at the guy currently digging his fingers into Scarlet’s shoulders told her the plan had just gotten shot to shit.

“Rex,” Colton said before straightening.

That was the moment Scarlet felt like the blood in her veins had suddenly frozen solid.

Scarlet looked from Colton to the guy who she now knew was the infamous Rex she had heard so much about. His ink black hair was long at the top, neatly combed back with the undercut short-shaven sides. With tanned skin—and did she mention the fucking blue eyes?—Rex was not what she had imagined. Not at all. From what she’d heard, she had a picture of a gross, big bellied old guy in her head.

Not that at all.

He was much younger than she imagined him to be. At approximately six foot four, with wide shoulders and a stare that could intimidate the fucking Russian president, Scarlet knew this was not the guy anyone wanted to fuck with. Even though he was what Scarlet would considerhot, there was something in the way he stared at her, a certain kind of darkness that loomed behind those blue irises. It gave her the creeps.

Colton gave a hesitant step forward. “She’s one of Mr. Wolfe’s.”

Rex tilted his head to the side, revealing part of a tattoo on the left side of his neck which peeked out from under the black collar of his dress shirt.

“She doesn’t look like his type.”

Scarlet snorted. “What’s more his type? Innocent, seventeen-year-old virgins?”

Rex narrowed his eyes. “Something like that. Why are you running?”

“She was trying to escape,” Colton answered abruptly.

“Well then,” Rex cocked a brow, “good thing I decided to come for a stroll.”

“What in God’s name is going on here?” Brent came rushing down the stairs from the back porch, and Scarlet suddenly felt nauseas. When she glanced his way, she closed her eyes and turned her head in the other direction. His voice, his face, just the mere presence of him was enough to kill her slowly—painfully—from the inside.

“Mr. Riggs, care to explain to me what the hell she’s doing here?” he asked as he approached them.

Scarlet opened her eyes and noticed Rex studying her with intent, the faintest hint of a smirk on his face.Creepy fucker.

“She tried to escape,” Colton answered. “She needed to pee, and I unlocked the chains.”

Rex glanced at him. “And then she broke your nose?”

“Yeah. Something like that.”

Rex looked back at her, his hands still firmly placed on her shoulders. “Is she one of yours, Brent?”

Brent stepped up next to Rex, and Scarlet wanted to hurl all over his five hundred dollar ugly-ass shoes.

“Yes, she is.”

Rex moved his right hand over her shoulder, placing it around her neck, his thumb leisurely stroking her jaw. “Pity.”

“Mr. Riggs.” Brent glanced at Colton. “Make sure she gets back to herroom. And the next time she needs to pee, she can do it while hanging from the goddamn ceiling.” Brent’s eyes were black with anger. And the way he glanced at Rex, still holding Scarlet securely against the wall, she could tell Brent didn’t like it one little bit.

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