Page 71 of Seduction

“Cre—Creed?” Mathias says softly.

“Yeah, man, its me.”

“Get me the fuck out of here,” he pleads.

I step cautiously towards him, checking his reaction to my closeness. When he keeps his eyes locked on the wall behind me, I know for a fact he’s disassociated himself with this and wants it over and done with.

I grab the chain at his wrists, undoing those so he can drop down, then repeat the process at his ankles, and free him from this hell.

He rubs at his shoulders, no doubt aching from however long he was hanging there.

“Do you know how long you were awake before me?” I ask gently, giving him a moment to collect himself. “Also, how the fuck are you awake before me? I’ve never seen you do anything harder than a sparkling water, and even that’s pushing it.”

“I’m too used to drugs. It’s all my mother kept pumped in me as a kid. Enough about me, is that a fucking intestine tying the door shut?” Mathias rears back.

“Sure. Judge the unstable one for how he chooses to save our asses before you were made into a fucking kabob. A simple ‘thank you, Creed’ would suffice,” I mutter, looking over proudly at my handy work.

“Torren will be here soon, I’m sure. But thank you, Creed. I appreciate you, brother.”

A bang at the basement door interrupts our heart to heart. I snatch up the blade from the floor, and Mathias finds a discarded pipe, ready to take anyone on if it means getting away from this nightmare he’s trapped in.

“Brothers!” Torren roars out from the other side.

I walk over and undo the intestine before cracking the door open.

“We ordered the honeymoon suite. If this is the type of service you give for the price you're charging, I’m leaving a shit review,” I crack out, receiving a punch to the gut for it.

“We thought you assholes were dead!” Torren roars again as Corden comes charging through the door, glancing at the chaos around us, and puking everywhere.

He looks back up, giving us his best ‘you better not say shit’ look he can muster.

“Yeah, yeah. Bear, woods. Got it. Now, where the fuck is my Doll?”

“Left her in the car with Barren. Figured she’d be onboard with this little rescue mission if we let her shoot whoever isn’t us fleeing out the door. She stabbed me for trying to leave her at home,” Torren says glancing fondly at his thigh.

“Lucky Bastard,” I mutter, walking out.

The blood I’ve shed has already started to dry and crack, but I don’t stop moving until I hit the front doors to the parking lot. I need my Doll, now, and I don’t have to wait long for it either. She comes flying across the lot right into my arms, crying so hard she’s barely able to breathe.

“Shh, now, little one. I’m ok. Look and see it for yourself.” I tip her chin up to meet my eyes and her lips connect with mine instantly. I deepen the kiss, and groan at the feel of her.

She breaks the kiss and looks over my shoulder as the rest of the guys pour out of the building. When Mathias emerges, my Doll wiggles out of my arms and starts to run for him.

I yell for her to stop but it’s too late. Mathias slams back into the building’s brick, flinching away from her out-stretched hands.

Torren grabs her as sobs wrack her small little frame, and Mathias looks utterly horrified by his reaction to her.

“Let’s get home, guys. We need to check back with Lukas and Ollie to update them,” Torren says, swiping her up into a bridal style hold and walking her back towards the car.

Mathias’ devastation bleeds through his eyes as he drops his head as we walk towards the car. I give him a chin nod to let him know we don’t blame him for this.

We all know that it’s pure hell crawling out of the demons of your past.

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