Page 11 of Chained to You (Dark Billionaires 6)

It was half an hour later when William and Savannah arrived from Vegas. Savannah looked distraught and asked about Mia immediately the moment they were in James’s office.

“We haven’t found her yet,” James replied bluntly.

Savannah held on to William’s arm at the news and said softly, “I see.”

William kissed her on the forehead and then said, “We’ll find her soon, sweetheart.”

Savannah nodded furiously, tears blinding her eyes, so worried she was for her friend.

A moment later, James asked the maid to bring Aria over, and when the little girl turned up once again, James introduced Savannah to his daughter.

He said, “Aria, Savannah is Mia’s friend. Why don’t you show her around the house until Mia arrives?”

Aria was delighted over this and raced up to Savannah, who was still a little teary.

The little girl got ahold of Savannah’s hands and said, “I’m Aria. Come on. I’ll show you around the house, and I’ll introduce you to my dogs Sammy and Alfie. You’ll love them. They’re the most adorable dogs ever. Daddy said you’re Mia’s friend, right? I love Mia, so I’m going to love you, too.” She giggled as she took Savanah away.

Once the door was shut behind them, the men once again commenced on their investigation.

Chapter 6

Mia

I had no idea how it came to this. One moment he was telling me stories of his past, of his love and obsession with my dead mother Rose, and the next… The next? I… I was taken by surprise.

As well prepared and cautious as I had been—since I knew this sort of shit was going to happen to me, was going to be done to me eventually if James couldn’t get to me in time—Herbert had still managed to take me by surprise. I gave out a frightened gasp before he pounded on me and silenced me with his disgusting kiss.

Oh, he hadn’t taken me yet. He just—as always, as he had done countless times before—teased me in his sick, twisted way. He pinned me against the bed, his heavy weight on me, suffocating me, and then he stripped me until I was bare, until I had nothing on me, until I felt weak, exposed, vulnerable, and completely at his mercy.

He was greedily stroking my skin, his beady eyes leering at my naked body, feasting on my breasts and private parts. Oh, how I wanted to die. How I wanted this to end, but I knew that was not to be.

James. The beloved name kept echoing in my head. Please come soon. Please…

When Herbert finally and eagerly touched me down there as if my pussy were precious gold, I couldn’t stand it, just couldn’t stand the feeling of his hand on my most sensitive part, the most intimate and private place that I only shared with James, where only James could bring delight and pleasure and joy. And despite being pinned against the bed by a body that felt like a ton of bricks, I fought back like a wildcat, screaming and shaking my head.

“Let me go! Let me go!” I yelled as I struggled underneath the man. “I hate you. Stop doing this to me. You’re disgusting. Stop touching me!”

“Shh… Uncle will make you feel good. Just keep still.”

I adamantly shook my head as I tried to bash him in the face, but he was twice as big as me and even thrice stronger. In the end, I couldn’t even put a scratch on him.

Then he inserted his fingers into my opening, and I cried, feeling so sick and disgusted. Suddenly, he was angry, and I heard him growl. I had no idea what was happening when, the next moment, I glimpsed his hand swinging toward my face.

Within the blink of an eye, I felt the hardness of his knuckles smashing against my cheek. Intense pain exploded on my face, numbing my head, which was followed by a dull ache burning throughout my body. I didn’t even have time to register the fact that Herbert had just hit me—for whatever reason I had displeased him—when another blow came, hitting the other cheek, twisting my face to the left. Then another came, followed by another and another.

My head was spinning in a haze of pain as darkness began to invade my mind. I couldn’t see anything except the blackness that descended upon me. I tried to catch my breath as panic seized me, imprisoning me in its tight, dark grip.

Oh God! Am I going to die now? Oh God! No! God no!

I felt another hit on my stomach and then another. God, how I wanted Herbert to stop hitting me. I wanted him to leave me alone. I cried as I moved into a fetal position to protect myself.

No. Not again. Not this again. Is there going to be no end to this?

Tears flowed down my cheeks as I slowly faded into the abyss and succumbed to the darkness.

I had no idea how long I had been out or how long Herbert had continued to hit me. I also had no idea what had triggered his anger, which scared me. Had his temper gotten worse? Switching between the pleasant uncle to the tyrant within the blink of an eye without warning.

When I came to, my head and body were throbbing with so much pain that I cried. I had always been a strong girl, and pain in itself was nothing more than a reminder for me that I had been physically beaten and that my body needed to heal, needed to get better.

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