Page 75 of Betraying Bexley

She whimpered, trying to curl into herself trying to get away from him.

“I don’t anymore.” Enzo sighed. “One of us needs to get out of here. If we’re going to live through this.”

“C-Can’t. M-My leg.” She cast her gaze toward the far wall. Her leg lay there, mocking her.

“Do you have something to cut these ties?” His question snapped her attention back to him.

Bex tried to concentrate. Did she have something? She twisted her arm and felt the point of the knife pierce her arm. The knife Alé gave her. She closed her eyes and a sob fell from her. Did he know she’d be taken? Had he been preparing her?Don’t think about it.“K-Knife. C-Cast.”

“Good girl,” Enzo whispered, but before he could wiggle it loose, the knob on the door giggled. “Shh... Don’t move. Close your eyes.”

She did as Enzo said. Her heart pounded. Her stomach roiled. She didn't want to die. Not yet. She wanted her death to be on her terms. She wouldn't give her father an ounce of satisfaction. The door opened and two men who spoke Spanish, entered. Bex tried to still her breathing, afraid if she did too much, they'd know she was awake. Instead of stopping in front of her, they went to Enzo. They laughed before spitting on him. The sound of flesh cracking against flesh, made her wince internally. She'd been conditioned to not react and at that very moment, she'd been grateful.

“Where is she, puto?” One of the men hit Enzo again.

Enzo didn’t say a word.

“¿No me entiendes?” the same man asked.

Enzo again didn’t answer him.

She didn’t know how long she listened to him be beaten while they asked questions. The man, either stupid or brave never gave up who he protected. A bit of Bex was grateful they didn’t pay attention to her then hated herself for even thinking such. They were hurting a man.A man who worked for your father.No. He was there for a reason, whatever the reason, he didn’t deserve the treatment he was receiving.

“I-I-I c-c-can h-help,” she muttered.

The man who’d been asking the questions laughed. “S-S-S-Stutter is awake.” He stepped in front of her and grabbed his crotch. “You’re for our pleasure later.”

She tried to shrink away from him. “F-Fuck y-you.”

Pain bloomed across her cheek where he’d backhanded her. “Bitch.”

Bex narrowed her eyes. “T-That d-didn’t h-hurt, maricón.”

“What did you call me?” The man smacked her again.

The impact rattled her teeth. “M-My f-f-father h-hits h-h-harder.” She spit out the blood at his feet.

While she distracted the guard, Enzo dug the knife out of her cast and began cutting the ties holding her wrists. When her hands snapped free, he dropped the blade into her palm and she launched herself at the man who stood in front of her, burying the knife in his groin. The gargled sound he made while he fell to his knees, surprised her. She knew she only had a few seconds before the other man came at her. As the second man came around the chair, she sliced at the back of his leg, cutting the tendon behind his knee. Listening and watching all of her life taught her a few things, especially when it came to killing people. The man continued to grab for her while she tried to release her legs.

Bex kicked the man in the face knocking him backward, giving her precious seconds to cut the final tie holding her limb. Instinct took over. She'd been abused all of her life and she snapped. She jumped on both men and began stabbing them over and over again, determined to make sure they never moved or hurt another person ever again. Through the fog and red haze of rage, she heard her name called and she stopped. Enzo called her again and she went to him, crawling across the floor.

“I’ll get you out. We can escape together.”

Enzo shook his head. “No. Go. I’ll slow you down.”

No.” She shook her head proud of the fact her stutter didn’t interfere with her ability to speak. “T-Together.”

“Get your leg and run.” Enzo motioned to the window. “Get your ass safe then send help.”

She shook her head as tears blurred her vision. “No.”

“Yes, mija,” he whispered. “You’ll be protected at a place I know. They’ll be expecting you.”

She continued to shake her head while Enzo gave her the address and phone number of where she needed to go. She didn’t want to leave him. If she left him, he’d be killed. Her father wouldn’t stop until Bex was dead—until all of them were taken out. If it meant killing others along the way, so be it. “C-Come with m-me.”

“Take the phone in my pocket. Call for a ride. Go, before someone catches us.” Enzo didn’t relent and she hated him. He was going to die because she got free and it wasn’t his fault. It would never be his fault. All of this was on her. “Go. Please, mija. Go. Tell Bella I love her, and I didn’t rat.”

Footsteps echoed outside the room and her eyes went wide. “No.”

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