Page 10 of The Bodyguard Undone

There’s a flurry of movement as at least four men try to hold Kayne back. They’ve put a leash around his neck, keeping him in place using all their might.

Roger leaps from his chair, his eyes bulging from his skull. But he soon recovers from the shock that Kayne had killed two of his men and all so he could come close enough to touch me.

Roger masks his fear before his guards see it and starts clapping as if he is unperturbed by the events. But I know he is still in a bit of shock.

“Bravo. Bravo. Bravo,” he says, still clapping. “I am a man of my word. Have your few seconds with her,” he says. He gestures for the men to release him. Controlling the leash around his neck, they feed him just enough rope to reach me.

He cups my cheek. His knuckles are raw with blood. I close my eyes and turn my face into his touch. I cover his hand with mine. He lowers his face to mine, then whispers in my ear.

“Be my wife, Sophia,” he says as domineering, as utterly sexy as ever.

My eyes flick open. I’m lost but his eyes tell me to respond and I’m immediately taken back to his apartment, where he insisted he would be asking me the question of marriage and not the other way around.

“Yes,” I say softly. “Always.” His lips touch mine. His tongue brushes over the swollen part where I had bitten it until it bled.

“All right. That’s enough,” Roger says. He moved to the table and poured himself a drink which he seemed to have gulped down in one go.

“Don’t let him hurt you again. Do as he says,” Kayne says softly but sternly before he’s yanked away from me. I nod as the icy coldness of his absence sinks into my bones.

He’s taken away from me. So are the dead bodies. The scene around could have come from a horror movie but even that can’t bring me down.

We’re going to get out of here. I know this now.

“Take her to her cell,” Roger shouts. But before I’m escorted out, I see him fling the glass from which he had been drinking against the stone wall. He picks up the bottle and does the same, then he swipes everything off the table in what looks like a petulant rage.

Kayne beat him at his own game.

A game he thought he would win.

An insidious feeling unrolls inside me.

He’s going to make Kayne suffer for this and I don’t know how much more his body can take. I have to help Kayne find a way out.

I touch my cheek where he had touched not moments ago. I still feel his heat even in this cold, ugly place.

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Kayne

I don’t think of anything else. I don’t feel anything other than finding a way to save her.

I ignore the serrating pain ripping my body in two. My cheekbone that swells. My head threatening to implode. The stream of bruises down my sides. I ignore the human urge to lay down.

Instead, I store deep inside me the feel of her cheek against my palm, away from the barbarous and murderous thoughts enraging me. Her sweet scent that she wears no matter where she is, or what she’s doing. Her beauty. The sound of her voice as she says that one word that makes me hard.Yes. Justyes. I store all those thoughts away because she makes me feel human, something I hadn’t felt since I was twelve years old, and my uncle started to train me to be a killer.

She needs me to be the machine I was raised to be by my uncle, the same man I ended up killing too.

She’s my property. I’m her bodyguard.

And fuck I need to get her out of here.

I can’t fucking close my eyes until she’s safe and out of that bastard’s grasp. I can’t close my eyes until he’s dead at my feet, mangled and mutilated by my hand. No mercy because he dared to take what’s mine. He dared to touch what belonged to me.

I had underestimated him as an enemy but his monster now speaks to mine. The only difference is he needs an entourage of guards and weapons against me, while I only need my hands.

For the hundredth time, I surreptitiously survey the cell. I already know the exact lay of the stone even though I have no idea where we are.

There’s no way out of this cell. Not without some decent makeshift tools.

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