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My whole body aches and I still feel a little foggy in my head. Maybe the doctor gave me some painkillers or something. Besides, what else is there to do? Absolutely nothing. I close my eyes and decide to take a nap.

“Instead of focusing on me you should be thinking about the shit you did that landed your ass here,” he murmurs.

He sounds distracted, and when I take a tiny peek from underneath my lashes, I see his attention is on the phone in his hand. I know my body is hurting, but I need to take a chance and try to get the fuck out of here.

Bracing for the pain, I flash up and launch myself at him. I manage to punch him in the eye and scream at the agony it causes in my arm and side. His head whips back, and his phone crashes to the floor as he tries to defend himself.

“Stop. You’re going to rip your damn stitches,” he snarls and grunts when my elbow hits him in the shoulder as he lifts me by the waist.

I use every limb I have to kick out and do damage. He’s quick to spin us around and has me pinned to the wall with my next breath. My head bounces on impact and a wave of dizziness hits full force. Pain flares through me, and I’m fighting my body as well as Thorsten at this point.

His hand is around my throat when he snarls, “I said stop or I’ll fuck the anger out of you.”

My whole body freezes.

“You wouldn’t.” My voice is small and hollow.

Thorsten shoves his nose into my hair and inhales my scent.

He pulls back, his voice a taunting whisper. “Told you, babe, I do whatever the fuck I want. Especially now I’m the president instead of the VP.”

My gaze slides down to his pecs and indeed, it states in capital letters PRESIDENT.

He grinds his cock against my belly. “I did enjoy your mouth and pussy. So, I might take your ass this time. Tell me, Livi, have you ever had a cock up your ass or is it as virgin as your cherry pussy was right before I shoved my cock in there?”

Bile rises in my throat, and when the next wave of nausea hits, I’m unable to swallow it down. Turning my head, I lose the coffee I drank at the diner earlier. Thorsten jumps back. My body is aching, my head throbs, and the room is spinning. Black spots enter my vision. My knees buckle and I crumble to the floor. Once again today I give into the darkness claiming me.

I groan and slowly blink, realizing the room is dark. Shifting my body, I make the mistake of using my arm and hiss when pain shoots through it. I let myself drop to my back and release a curse.

If there’s anything I hate, it’s feeling powerless. I never give up, but with my body struggling, no one knowing where the fuck I am or who took me, it’s hard to stay positive. Another hit I don’t take gracefully is Thorsten.

Where I thought we had a connection, chemistry…something unusual and unique…he obviously couldn’t give two shits about what happened between us. I clearly mean nothing to him and to make a point he kidnapped me to prove he’s an egocentric asshole.

I can’t believe I quit my job, put my fucking ass on the line for him and his damn club. All while he clearly doesn’t care about me at all. Hell, the injuries on my body are the stone cold, and hard proof he’ll do anything he damn well feels like.

He might think I betrayed him, and yeah…I was undercover when we met and all…but all I’ve done throughout my undercover time was have his damn back.

It doesn’t matter. He’ll never see it my way. All I can hope, all I need to focus on, is getting out of here alive. Then I’ll make sure I never have to see that asshole again.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Two days later

– THORSTEN –

“What is she up to?” Macsen rumbles from directly behind me.

I quickly turn my phone off and shove the thing in my pocket. “Still recovering.”

The fucker chuckles. “So, no more outbursts like the one on the first day, eh? Where she puked all over you to prevent fucking.”

Turning, I flip him off. Asshole. He was glancing at the camera feed from Livi’s room and hasn’t stopped mentioning it to me. It might have been hilarious to him, but to me it was anything but. Not because I wanted to fuck her when I felt her curves pressing against me, but due to the fact she has a concussion. She fucking banged her head against the wall when she attacked me, and I had to fight her off.

Macsen’s face grows serious. “Have you made up your mind yet? Or are you simply gonna keep her locked up for the rest of her life?”

“She stays where she is, that’s all you need to know, VP,” I grit and reach for my phone when it starts to ring.

Glancing at the screen, I mutter a curse and decide to take the call. “Archer. Why do you keep calling?”

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