Page 17 of The Triplets and the Blonde

Ch. 8 Kira and the bathtub

As promised he wasback a few minutes later. Luckily it didn’t take me too long to handle my business and I was back on the metal bunk when he came back. I avoided looking at him when he approached the bars again.

Aiden took out a key from his pocket and unlocked the gate. Oh, great. He was gonna threaten my life again. The joys. Or maybe he was gonna kill me and be done with it. Either way I wasn’t telling him where the bag was.

He stepped inside the cell and motioned for me to stand. So like a good girl, I sat there with my arms crossed. He snapped his fingers. Ha, that wasn’t going to work. Ever.

“Stand,” he demanded.

“Fuck off,” I demanded.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. My back was on fire, my body ached. I was so cold. I could have tried to fight him. The gate was open. How far could I get? I wasn’t even sure where in the house I was. There was no way I would get far. No, my escape would have to be when they didn’t know I was leaving.

Aiden turned me to face the wall. If he tried anything with me, I would kill him. Nothing against Vickie, but I didn’t hook. As hot as this guy was, that didn’t mean he could take advantage of me.

He pressed his face into my hair and sniffed. “You stink.”

“Gee, I wonder why. I’m sure it has nothing to do with being locked up.” I elbowed him. He grabbed my arm before it made contact.

The cuffs clicked down on my wrists before I realized what he was doing. That bastard handcuffed my hands behind my back. Whatever kind of kink he was into, it wasn’t happening. Ugh, could I stop thinking of him naked for two seconds?

“Lift your foot, so I can unlock the shackle,” he growled into my ear.

“Why?” I asked.

His body was so close to mine. I could feel him pressed against me. I wanted more than anything to be turned around and stripped naked. For some reason having him, or really any of them close turned my brain to mush. I could smell the citrus of his cologne. His scruff would feel amazing against my skin.

Instead of responding he bent down and pulled my foot up to him. The click of the chain around my ankle felt freeing. Yea I was still handcuffed but the weight was gone. I wanted to turn and run. To get to Mexico and find Vickie.

He pulled at me to go with him. I had no idea why but he was leading me out of the cell. Shit, maybe he was going to kill me. Or maybe his family showed up early and they would kill me.

The stairs were rickety and creaked as he dragged me up them. For so much money he sure did have a run down part of the house. It didn’t take long before we were out of the crappy part and back into the immaculate mansion.

I stumbled more times than I could count as I walked. Little stars clouded my vision. I tried to stay focused. For some reason my body was failing me. Probably from having me in a cold cell for days.

Not a single servant stopped what they were doing. In fact, most averted their eyes as if they didn’t see me. Was it normal for Aiden to be walking a handcuffed woman covered in dry dirt and blood? I hadn’t seen a mirror but I was sure I had two black eyes.

Now that I was up and moving around I could feel the pain in my back. Vickie hadn’t had time to fully bandage me up from falling in the bushes.Had it gotten infected? Probably not.

Either way it stung. Little sharp razors strung across my back. I was sure it didn’t help sleeping on a metal bunk. I kept making excuses, but the reality was, I was pretty sure I was getting sick.

Aiden stopped in front of the door with two deadbolts.

“Oh, hell no!” I yelled. “Help! Please!”

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