Page 85 of Bossy Bodyguard

He smiled and nodded, cupping my cheek. “You don’t know how happy it makes me to hear you say that, little Em. Say it again for me?”

Fuck you.

“Our home.”

I squeezed my eyes shut when he leaned closer and kissed my forehead. He smelled like chemical and garlic. My body wanted to push him away.

“I can help you, but I prepared all of this for you,” he said, waving around the prison cell with gray floors and—my breath hitched in my throat when I found a puddle near the desk. I remembered it. Lincoln. The picture of Lincoln was taken there. Then that means…

My knees wobbled when I peered up at the man, my heart threatening to burst out of my ribs. Run. I needed to run away from him. He was a murderer. He had killed him here.

“Are you fucking listening to me?” he asked, his voice rising as he came closer. “I did all of this for you!”

“I-it’s great!” I said, my eyes burning. “I love the pink blankets and… and this makeup.” I touched the lipstick, my eyes fixed on the heart-shaped mirror as a tear slid down my face. “I can’t believe you prepared so much for me.”

My throat burned with the lies and fear.

Cillian. Help me, please.

“Right? I knew you’d love it.” It seemed he was in awe. “After seeing your bedroom and all the makeup stuff, I knew you’d get sad if I didn’t have it, so I bought all this for you.”

My bedroom. He had snuck into it and…

“Really?” I asked brightly, smiling at him and clutching the lipstick in my hand.

“Yes! So you can dress up for me.”

This pervert.

“I also bought this ring for you.” Something shuffled and I turned around to see a familiar golden band. “I’ll buy one for you tomorrow so we can say our vows and get married.”

A lump formed in my throat. It was Cillian’s wedding ring which he had stolen after drugging me.

I need to get out. Now.

“What’s your name?” I asked, batting my lashes. “You know my name and I don’t know yours. It’s unfair.”

“It is?” he asked, blinking at me.

“Yes.”

“But if I tell you, then… you’d know.”

This was my chance. I took a deep breath and kept the soft smile on my lips. “How about you tell me your name when we go upstairs?”

He frowned and nodded. “I like that you are accepting this faster than I thought, little Emma. This way, we can live our happy life together!”

“I can’t wait!” To fucking punch you.

He held my hand, and I looked down when steel handcuffs cinched around my wrists. A shudder rolled over my body.

“W-what’s this for?”

“So you don’t do anything silly,” he smiled, dragging me out of the cell, holding my arm. “If you do, I’ll have to punish you and lock you back here until you learn your lesson.”

My hope diminished, and I let him drag me upstairs.

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