Page 23 of Breaking Sanity
“I’d rather not call any of you anything,” I snap, trying to get away from him, but his grip only tightens, pushing into a bruise on my collarbone. I wince, hoping it was discreetenough, but judging by the giggle from Gunner? I’m going to go with it’s not.
“That is not an option,” Nik states. “The only option you have is to follow the rules and do as you are told.”
“That’s going to be a hard pass, and there is always more than one option, buttercup,” I retort.
“By all means, enlighten me then,” Nik says, sounding more than annoyed.
“Well option 1- I label y’all asshole one through five, which by Vaughny Vaughn’s expression that’s a no go. Option 2- since this is not the military, I could just call you by your names. Which again seems like a no go. So that leaves, option 3, which is my personal favorite..”
I pause to let the snarky smile light my face as I finish, looking in Nik’s hollowed out eyes. Lowering my voice, I say, “I tell you disrespectfully to go fuck yourself.”
Nik rips off his mask and gets in my face. He wraps his giant tattooed hands on each one of my arms pushing them into the unforgiving metal of the chair. I have to bite my cheek to keep myself from letting out a pained groan. IfBaron wasn’t holding me still, I would’ve probably reared backwards.
There is no doubt he is probably one of the most gorgeous men I have ever seen. Nik’s beauty was designed by Aphrodite herself. Between his dark eyebrows and the fair beige complexion, his intense gray wide almond eyes pop. It’s like watching molten silver swirling with the shadows of mismatched gray. To complete this ideal specimen are plush pale pink lips with the perfect cupid’s bow, an aristocratic nose, and slightly oval face with an angular jaw that could cut glass. The stubble that skitters across the bottom half of his face only enhances his features. This guy could be the perfect early 2000’s heartthrob serial killer.
He reminds me of someone but I am not sure who.
It’s the void look in his eyes and the lethal energy rolling off him that are the only signs that he is more than unhinged. His body is completely rigid and his jaw keeps clenching and unclenching. Definitely indicating he is holding himself back.
A normal person would lower their gaze and submit. Hell, they might even show signs of fear and he would backaway knowing he won. Not me though, nope I close the distance between our faces. His lips slightly part as his breathing quickens. I can smell the tobacco and mint on his breath pushing me to move closer to the intoxicating scent. My intrusive thoughts kick in and I know this is going to make my situation worse but I do love to poke the bear.
No you love to stab it!
“Go ahead Pretty Boy, show me what you got,” I whisper. His eyes turn deadly as I dart my tongue out and run it along his bottom lip as I finally get a taste of him.
I swear your self-preservation switch is fucking broken. You are going to get us killed sooner rather than later.
Next thing I know, the hands touching my body disappear and my chair is being yanked backward while Vaughn throws Nik back, blocking him like a barrier between us. Gunner abandons his relaxed position and stands back to back with Vaughn. Gunner pulls the bandana down, and runs his hand through his light hair releasing an aggravated sigh.
Happy now, dumbass?
Solitary, here we come!
“Move Vaughn,” Nik shouts.
“Take a walk Nik,” He orders, pointing to the door.
“Move or I will go through you,” Nik threatens.
“I am not doubting you will do just that, big bro, but Little Devil here isn’t worth a full-on brother brawl.”
“She needs a day’s rest, given the state her body is in,” Baron adds. “Then she is all yours, but for now, walk away.”
His finger is back to stroking my pulse, but his unnerving aura has grown darker. Though there is a hint of amusement in his voice, which is strange.
“I’ll see you soon,” Nik promises, then he exits slamming the door behind him.
“G, get Mel in here to get her settled,” Vaughn sighs, turning towards us. “I am going to have to make sure he doesn’t go do something stupid.”
“Probably a good idea,” Gunner nods.
“But,” Vaughn grits. “One day is all she has to recover after that I will not hold him back.” He leans downto meet my eyes. “I will chain you to his bed for him to do whatever he wants to you. Understood?”
“Whatever you say Princess,” I smile.
For fucks sake, bite your tongue!
Without another threatening word, he leaves. I wish I could say I could take a sigh of relief but that is not the case. I’m still in here with the serial killer and a fucking Russian demon.
