Page 107 of Run For Me
“Upstairs. Sh-she’s upstairs.”
I raise a brow. “Fucking pathetic.”
“Please let me go.”
“Not a fucking chance,” I growl. “Show me.”
“N-no.”
I push on the bat hard enough to leave a bruise. She whimpers.
“Show me where she is or I will make you choke on this,” I say quietly. “Then I will break each ankle with my bare hands, so you can never wear a pair of heels again. I will smash your teeth in with my boot so you’ll never want to wear lipstick again. Then I will bash your head in with this bat so your fake blond hair will permanently be stained red.” I move closer, my voice getting lower with each word. “Now. Show me where the fuck she is.”
A sob leaves her, her mascara pouring down her face.
“O-okay,” she says, crying even harder. She sniffles, then points to her right, towards a door.
“Go.” I loosen the pressure of the bat, and she moves that way, walking into the other room. I go after her, still on high alert. I don’t know if anyone else is here.
The room we walk into is spacious, a large staircase at the center of the room. She’s still crying like it’s going to make me feel bad.
“That crying is annoying as fuck,” I snap as we start up the steps.
When we get to the top, I have half a mind to shove her down them—only throwing her off a cliff will be so much more entertaining.
“Where?” I say as we stand on the top landing, looking at four closed doors.
“That one,” she whispers, pointing to the one at the very end.
“Go,” I say again, nudging her with the end of the bat.
Her crying has lessened, and she moves toward the door, turning the handle when she reaches it. From where I’m at, I see the foot of a bed. Someone is on it. Not moving.
I step closer, letting out a silent sigh of relief when I see Sailor lying on the bed. She’s tied to it, her wrists so raw I can make out the pink marks from her.
“You better hope she isn’t hurt,” I say, shoving Mindy into the room and closing the door. “In the corner. Now.”
Mindy goes over to the corner where I can see her, and hugs herself tightly, a lost look in her eye. Not a single part of me feels bad for her or the guy downstairs nursing a shattered knee. It’s the least of what they’ll be dealing with tonight.
Sailor is mine.
Mine to protect.
Mine to keep.
Mine to hurt how I see fit. Which means only in the ways she wants.
“Sailor, baby,” I say softly, moving closer to the bed and dropping to my knees. I place the bat on the floor by my leg and put my hands on her cheeks. Her eyes open, and it takes a moment for recognition to flare.
“Jaxon?” she whispers, her eyes lighting up, then filling with tears. Her voice is raspy, raw.
“It’s me, little dove. I’m here.”
From the corner of my eye, I watch Mindy, making sure she isn’t trying anything crazy.
“You’re here,” Sailor says sleepily.
I nod, stroking her cheeks with my thumbs. “I’m here.” I lean in to kiss her forehead. “I’m going to get you out of here. We’re going home.”
