Page 58 of Knot a Tie
I need to get away from her as quickly as I can before I turn her world upside down and rip it apart at the seams.
ChapterThirty-One
Rayne
Mortified by my actions, I turn and run up the stairs, my hand over my mouth. What was I thinking throwing myself at him?
I thank God, he pushed me away and didn’t take me right there in the middle of the entrance hall. Although, that wouldn’t be theworstthing. I do fancy him, and there’s that whole alpha/omega mate connection that I want to explore more once I know them a bit better, but it hardly screams classy on my part, now does it.
Racing to my room, I snatch up the yellow sharps bin that was left outside my room and run in, slamming the door behind me. I hastily dispose of the previous needle appropriately and then I grab another from the bathroom and quickly jab myself, ensuring that the double dose is well and truly underway for today. I can’t see missing one teeny tiny dose is going to cause irreparable damage.
Whisking off my towel, I dive into the shower and clean up. I have business to take care of. I am determined and taking this bull by the horns before things spin completely out of my control. I will not cower in this house a day longer, nor will I go out there brazenly and place my family at risk. There is a middle ground here, and while I will get it in the neck from Daddy, it’s tough.
Big girl knickers time.
Getting dry and dressed a few minutes later, I carefully choose my outfit from the sparse collection I brought with me. I go for my skin tight black jeans, black ballet flats – in case I have to run – a black vest top and my lightweight black denim jacket. I cringe at the denim-on-denim look, but I’m not convinced it overlaps to black. But I want to be covered up, sassy, bold and also denim doesn’t tear as easily if I do end up being attacked. Hopefully, it won’t come to that.
Brushing out my hair, I tie it up in a high ponytail, circa 1990’s.
Then I grab Old Faithful – my handbag, of course – and head out the door, calling Daddy as I go.
“Rayne?” he answers after the first ring.
“Are you at the office?” I ask without pleasantries.
“I had an important meeting, so, yes,” he replies carefully.
Now I know shit is hitting the fan. He doesn’t leave the house for the office unless it’s in the middle of the night, or as the bird’s call it, 4AM and back before morning rush hour. I always thought it was because he was an early bird, but now I see it for what it really is. Moving about undetected.
But since he didn’t answer his phone at home, and after Richard’s confession, I took a stab in the dark. Or light as the case may be. It’s early afternoon, so I have time to go and say my piece before returning here before dark.
“I’m popping in,” I inform him. “Expect me in about half an hour.”
I hang up before he has a chance to try to talk me out of it.
“Not this time, Daddio. My life, my rules.”
I’m all fired up over losing Richard, and it’s Daddy’s fault. He is in for an arse-kicking when I get there, along with the shock of his life.
Gritting my teeth as I reach the entrance hall, I scoop up my keys from the side table where I spotted them earlier, and then come to a screeching halt as Spencer dives in front of the door.
“Going somewhere?” he asks.
“Out.” I tap my foot impatiently. “Move.”
“You aren’t safe out there, Rayne,” he starts, but my mocking retching noise forces him to trail off.
“Rayne,” James’s voice barks at me from the left. “Where are you going?”
“To sort this mess out,” I spit. “Now, you either let me go, or I swear to God, I’m going to start swinging this bag, and in case you weren’t aware, it’s got a strong strap and is full to the brim with junk. Ask Mickandyour brother how much it fucking hurts when it smashes into the side of your head.”
“Whoa!” Spencer says, holding his hand up. “No need to get violent there, Muffins. We’re just looking out for you.”
“Well, I don’t need it. I know what I want and I’m going to get it. Now out of my way, Dumpty, or you will regret it.” I grip the bag tighter, my threat absolutely a promise, as Cameron lets out a loud guffaw.
“Dumpty!” he cries. “Fucking, yes, Hot Omega! I knew we were on the same wavelength!”
I try not to smile at him and ruin my air of menace, but man, Spencer’s face is a picture.
