Page 45 of Drown My Sorrow

The punch is unexpected. He moves so damn quick.

“This is in lieu of me breaking your legs like I promised.”

Kelly rubs his jaw and forces a smile. “You realise this is kidnapping?”

“Tell it to someone who cares,” Keagan snaps.

There’s a sudden jolt of liquid pleasure through the bond, mixed with a maliciousness that makes me wince.

“What is that?” Ezy hisses.

Keagan and Shale exchange a look and bump knuckles. “Beau sealed the deal.”

“Sealed the deal?” I ask. “With what?”

“Not a what. A whom,” Shale says without looking at us. He walks over to me and ties a rope around my wrists. I have to admit, I’m too tired to care. I just stare down at it, confused. Beau is fucking Aspyn? But I thought she didn’t want us?

“See what happens when you give up too early?” Shale whispers. “But thanks for making it easy for her to decide.”

I take a step, ready to punch him in his lying mouth, but Kelly grabs my arm, stopping me.

“So, she’s fucking him. Who cares?”

Keagan grabs Kelly by the hair and yanks him to his knees. “She deserves better than someone like you, Raines. The only good you are to her is on your knees, just like this. And I’m going to keep you there a lot.”

Kelly glares back defiantly, but Shale just ties him up as well with a muttered, “leave it.”

The third guy approaches, and though I knew it wasn’t Beau, it’s still weird that someone else is helping these criminals.

Keagan tosses the three ropes at him and starts up the beach. The guy smiles and rubs at his cheek.

“You promised this wasn’t illegal!”

“Aw, poor Mitch!” Keagan mocks and blows him a kiss.

“It’s illegal!” Kelly snarls.

Mitch giggles and yanks on the ropes, making us stumble after him. We could easily overpower him, I guess, but I don’t see the point. With one growled command, Shale or Keagan can silence our protests.

Kelly walks stiffly, his gaze assessing every movement our captors make.

Captors? Pack mates. We’re bonded now. Maybe it’s time to start making lemonade.

We get up to a hidden road, and Shale gets behind the driver’s seat, but we’re not invited in the car. No, Mitch and Keagan tie the ropes to the back of the car. I almost cry as my mind slowly figures out what they intend to do.

“What about our boards?” Ezy protests.

“Fuck the boards,” Keagan growls viciously. “Think about this while you jog back home. Every time you move in an action that hurts our omega, we’re going to hurt you back.”

I don’t look at the others, but I’m confused. How is this hurting an omega who doesn’t want us?

Keagan gets in the back of the car, and I panic. They can’t really expect us to run back?

The car rocks forward. Oh, god. I’m going to die. I mentally prepare myself and start running.

One foot after the other. I ignore the burn; I ignore the pain. When I vomit, I keep running. I run until my legs feel like jelly and the car rocks to a stop outside our hotel.

Keagan gets out of the car and approaches with a knife. As soon as I’m cut free, my brain registers that this is over. Our punishment has ended. I collapse on the ground. Every inch of my body aching.

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