Page 32 of It Was Always You

You’re gonna blindfold me and then get pissed when I can’t walk because of it?

Asshole.

Some painful moments later, he shoves me down into a chair, tying my wrists and ankles together before yanking the blindfold off. I wince as the bright light registers, and once my vision clears, I see the room I’m in appears to be a mix between a bedroom and a dressing room, with a king-sized bed off to one side and a huge vanity and clothes rail housing lingerie sets to the other side. The sight of the skimpy, lacy outfits makes me freeze.

The door to my right bangs open and in walks Angus. He walks like he owns the place and maybe he does but to me, he’s just some asshole on a power kick responsible for more hurt and evil than good. I spit at him as he comes to a stop in front of me before I can stop myself and get a slap to the face. Worth it though to see it drip off his smug face.

“Now, is that any way to treat me when we’ve been so hospitable to you?” I want to wipe that smarmy smirk off his face so fucking much but remain silent. I refuse to give him the satisfaction of getting any more of a reaction from me.

“I see we’re going to have our work cut out to get you ready for our guests,” he muses as he looks me over before looking behind me at T and saying, “Send up the doctor and the others.”

“I suppose introductions would be nice, hmm?” At my silence, he quirks a brow before continuing, “You’re going with the silent treatment, are you? Fine. I can talk enough for both of us. I’m Angus, and you, my dear, are about to be my bestseller if the sneak preview we got was anything to go by.”

“Sneak preview?”

“There she is. No need to act like you don’t know. We’ve all seen the photos your new neighbour took. You’re definitely Helen’s daughter.” Every sick word out of his mouth has me wanting to claw his eyes out. Getting confirmation he was behind the photos that left me feeling violated is one thing. Hearing him mention Mum is another. Someone like him has no right to utter her name.

Snarling, I try to wriggle free of my binds, cursing at him as he watches me struggle with a smirk. The sound of the door opening again makes me freeze as I listen to him start barking orders for people to clean me up and for the doctor to do a physical before leaving us to it.

The two teenage girls who came in with the doctor led me into the ensuite, stripping me and guiding me into the shower. I can’t even enjoy the brief pleasure that is the hot water soothing my aching body as one of the girls gets into the shower with me, razor in hand and starts shaving me from head to toe.

Once she finishes, she flashes me an apologetic look before quickly washing my hair and then I’m led back into the bedroom and the chair in front of the vanity. Getting the first glimpse of myself after fuck knows how long I’ve been here is shocking— with sunken eyes; body covered in bruises and cuts.

I can’t help but fear things are about to get a lot worse than this.

One of the girls quickly gets to work on my hair and the other starts to plaster makeup on my face, doing her best to cover up the bags under my eyes and the bruises and scrapes, but it’s obvious that’s probably a lost cause. I lock eyes with the doctor in the mirror and the grim look on her face says it all.

Time is running out and the help she hinted at might not be here soon enough.

Looks like it might be up to me to try and save myself, after all.

Text Chat

OWEN: Logan, hey, it’s Owen. I know we haven’t spoken since our last rugby camp but can you give me a ring?

OWEN: Hey man this is important. Pull your head out of your ass and get back to me.

OWEN: Listen, I know you’re getting these messages and dodging my calls and I get we’re on opposite sides, but you owe me, fucker. Answer me.

OWEN: If you don’t give me something, I’ll tell everyone what really happened at rugby camp.

LOGAN: Check your email and stop blowing up my phone, asshole. Your girl’s fine, I’ve got eyes on her.

Chapter 27

I’m in the middle of beating the shit out of Sam who’s chained up in my parent’s basement when my phone chimes. Once Declan delivered him to the penthouse, I knocked him out and brought him here where I have more room to work. Currently, he’s hanging from the ceiling by his arms, panting in pain and spitting out the tooth I just knocked out. His dark hair is matted to his forehead and his eyes are narrowed as he glares at me. He’s a tough mother fucker but I’ve got more rage inside me than I can physically hold back anymore. Smirking, I take a step back, pulling my phone out to see

Logan has finally texted me back. Finally…the fucking address where my girl is.

I forward the email to Jonathan, then resume punching Sam until my phone rings. With a sigh, I crack my neck and answer the phone.

“Have you got anything from him?”

“Not in the slightest. He was just asked to relay her every move to Angus, and then when he was placed with us, he was told to work his way up the ranks and then he’d get further instructions. Was Doc able to run the tests on our parcel?”

“It’s not hers, thankfully. You believe him?”

“Unfortunately. Did you get the email I forwarded?” I circle Sam until I’m behind him while talking to Jonathan.

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