Page 105 of Bound By Temptation

He wasn’t looking at me, just staring up at the ceiling vacantly. This was nothing like the Blaine I knew from coming to the bakery and hanging out with me. This was a cold, detached stranger.

“Blaine?” I asked, and his head twisted very slowly to me, him wincing with the movement. The blank, cold detached stranger disappeared, and in its place was the man I thought I knew.

“Indie. What’s going on? Where am I?” He sounded confused and unsure as if he didn’t remember the past few hours and what he had done. Maybe a few too many punches to the head? Or was he playing a game? My gut told me this was a game.

“Why did you break into my house?” I asked him, crossing my arms over my chest. Self-preservation? I didn’t know.

He clenched his hands into fists then released. “I didn’t break in, Indie.”

His voice was so calm that it sent a shiver up my spine and my arms fell, but I didn’t step back. He was playing a game.

Something old, cold, and dark filled me. A place I went to many years ago. A part I closed off because thinking about it made me relive it.

As this feeling flowed through me, my spine straightened and shoulders went back. I moved closer and rested my hip on the table, looking down at a man whom I thought actually liked me.

“Yes. You did. You also put me in the trunk of your car and kidnapped me. Why?” There was no inflection in my tone. It was harsh, demanding he answer.

Blaine shook his head as if I were the crazy one here. Sorry, buddy, but no. “No. I would never do anything like that.”

“Bullshit,” I spit. “Have you been sending me letters?”

“Letters?” Ax asked next to me. I’d never gotten a chance to tell Ax about them because of Nick showing up and the night going to hell.

Blaine heard it, though, because he smirked like he was proud he knew something Ax didn’t. Like he one upped him, and that pissed me off.

I balled my fist up and punched down hard into Blaine’s gut. He tried to move but was strapped down tight, and there was nowhere to go.

Fire burned in my veins as the anger took over. Why was I being gentle with this man? He broke into my house, knocked me out, and put me in the trunk of his car. Not to mention, where the hell was he planning on taking me? He could’ve drove off, and I would’ve never been seen again.

I’d have fought, of course, but one never knew the minds of sick people.

“Stop that right now. You either answer me, or I’ll let Ax get the answers from you,” I growled at him.

Blaine chuckled, which I did not like. “Awe, you didn’t tell your biker bastard about my notes.”

That pissed me off again. I gripped Blaine’s finger and bent it back as far as I could. Blaine cried out, the laughter now gone as it stretched in my tight grasp.

“Answer me!” I demanded. When he didn’t, I bent the finger harder and heard him cry out.

“Why did you come into my home and take me?”

Blaine chuckled. “Wouldn’t you like to know…”

Anger bubbled inside me, but bending the man’s finger back and punching him wasn’t getting me anywhere. What else could I do? Blaine was already beaten up, and that didn’t make him want to talk. I wasn’t sure what to do.

I looked at Ax in question. “What do I do if he doesn’t talk?”

“You do whatever you want to do.”

This didn’t help. “That’s what I’m asking you. What is the ‘whatever’?”

The sound of metal scraping along the floor caught my attention as the tire iron hit my foot. Head swinging up, Bella’s gaze met mine. “Only if you’re comfortable. If not, you let Ax get your answers.”

I bent down and picked up the iron, feeling its weight in my hand. It was the one I swung at Bella with, causing me to give her a cut on her face. I’d thought it would be Blaine. For that, I placed the iron over Blaine’s crotch and put a bit of pressure on it. His eyes widened.

“You know I hurt Bella because of you? I like her, and I don’t like you. What would happen if I pushed down harder on the iron? Think it would hurt?” I did what I warned.

“Don’t!” Blaine ordered as if I were going to listen to him. All I could see was the cut across Bella’s face and the pain I’d felt doing it.

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