Page 29 of Save Me
“I took his phone,” I blurt out. “Won’t they be able to track it?”
“Is it switched on?”
“I don’t know,” I say, panic rising. “I don’t know!”
“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it. Where is it?”
“It was in my joggers’ pocket, but I think it fell out in the van.”
“We’ll take care of it.” He cups my face, running his thumb over my bottom lip. “We’ve got you, Vogue. Always.”
I nod, unable to form words again now, filled with stress and worry that Leonard’s phone will somehow lead back to me.
He dries me off with gentle strokes before starting on himself. There’s a methodical calmness to his movements that soothes me as much as it gives me anxiety at the pace. I need to know about that phone.
“Do you have any more secrets, sweet girl?”
“No,” I murmur.
“Secrets always have a way of coming out, and when they do, they hurt worse. I will give you twenty-four hours to come clean about anything else you think we need to know. If you don’t come forward and something jumps out at us, we won’t be so forgiving next time.” He cups the back of my neck and taps the tender spot where the chip is buried into my skin, sending out a signal of my whereabouts at all times to these four men. “If you think this is bad, sweet girl…” He gives me what appears to be a sad stare. “You don’t know what we’re capable of.”
I gulp and nod.
“Twenty-four hours,” he repeats and kisses me deeply, swirling his tongue against mine in a hypnotic rhythm. “Get some rest now. We’ll check the van.”
He steps back, leaving me trembling and trying to rack my brain for anything I’ve done or said in the past that might come out. But I can’t think of anything. The prostitution was the one thing I wanted to keep buried. But now that it’s come to light with these four men, it feels like a dead weight has been lifted off my shoulders. The burden is gone, and I smile as I cross over to my bed, slipping under the covers and closing my eyes. Leonard’s face flashes in my mind, but I shove it aside.
They were dead anyway.
I truly believe that. If I’d come clean, the guys would’ve taken care of it for me. That is a power that is frightening in its intensity but makes me groan into the pillow as I turn over because fuck if it doesn’t arouse me beyond anything I’ve ever experienced.
10
VOGUE
I jerk awake,my heart racing. The room is dark except for the sliver of light cutting across the floor from the doorway. I’ve been asleep for hours and missed all my classes because of this shitshow of a day.
“Get up,” a deep growl orders. No please, no explanation. Just two words sharp as knives.
Adam’s gigantic form fills the space in the doorway, enormous and silent as a tombstone.
“What the fuck?” I yell, hoping it will bring the guys to me, but they don’t. No one comes to my rescue.
“Now.” Adam’s tone leaves no room for argument, not that I would. Jesus. By all accounts, this monster took on all four of my guys and survived. He must be immortal or something.
“Some privacy?” I snap, not overly scared now. He is clearly here at my dad’s behest. I don’t think he would doanythingagainst my dad’s wishes, especially with regards to me. The ‘cleaning house’ comment swims into my mind, and I wonder for a second if Adam got cleaned.
He sneers at me, “You haven’t got anything I haven’t seen before. Your dad wants you. Get moving. This is the last time I’m asking, princess.”
Well, fuck me. That was practically poetic from the man who, up until now, hasn’t uttered more than two words in my direction.
Grimly, I throw off the sheets, shivering in the cool air. Adam doesn’t move, doesn’t turn away as I stand up naked. I grab clothes from the wardrobe, going commando as I pull on a pair of jeans, a bra so the girls don’t jiggle and a white tee. My hands shake as I sit to pull on socks and my boots.
“Where are the guys?” I ask, my tone as brutal as his.
Adam watches me rise. His eyes, dark pits in the shadowed room, track my every move with duty in his gaze, cold and unyielding. He remains silent. He doesn’t give a flying fuck about my concern for them or my concern for myself. He has orders. That’s literally all there is to it. Anything else is superfluous.
“What does my dad want with me?” I ask a question he can’t really refuse to answer.
