Page 54 of Broken
Chapter Twenty-Four
Izzy
The trunk pops open and I’m blinded by the sunlight. Hades drags me through the club, and I notice that the girls are all new. I’ve never seen any of them before. I shouldn’t be surprised, though. No one can take what these men give for more than a short time.
Hades yanks on me as I’ve stopped walking. My body starts to go stiff as I think that he’s bringing me toward his room. Thank God he turns and we pass the door. We move to the very end of the hall, and he tosses me into what seems like the garage. There are glass windows all over and I think for a minute that he must be the stupidest criminal ever. There are so many things here that I could use to escape.
“Just so you know.” His finger twirls in a circle. “Whole place is armed with a security system. You break any of my shit and I’ll break every bone in your body before I slit your throat. Got me?”
I nod.
He takes a few steps toward me. His hand reaches out, grabbing the skin at the back of my neck. “Too bad you’re gonna die tomorrow. You would have made a good pet. In fact, that gives me an idea.” He walks out of the room in a hurry, almost as if he’s excited and all I want to do is hide. I look around for a way I could get out that might not alert them. The door opens again and Hades is carrying what looks like metal chains.
“We used to have a dog, but the stupid fucker wouldn’t shut up, so Axe took care of him. Never thought about using this before, but I think it’ll be fun.” Hades walks toward me and I take a few steps back but trip over my own feet and end up on my ass. “On your knees now.”
My eyes widen and I feel like I might throw up right then and there. I do as he says, terrified of the consequences if I don’t.
He pulls the metal over my head and secures it. It’s cold and poking into my neck. “This is what they call a spike training collar.” He holds up the chain link leash. “If you’re a bad girl and try to move, the leash will pull and the spikes will dig into your skin.” He yanks the leash, and I scream as small pricks push against my sensitive skin. “Told you this would be fun.” He ties the leash to the doorknob. “I also brought these so you don’t get any ideas.” In his hands are two small padlocks. With one of them, he secures the leash around the knob. The next he places on the clasp of the collar. It is linking two of the chains so that the collar stays tight around my neck and I have no chance of undoing it. “Shame that I lost the keys, though.” With a smile, he turns away from me and opens the door.
I scream again as the pressure on my neck is back.
“Shit, I never thought about what would happen when we opened the door.” He fakes remorse. “Actually it’s the reason I tied it to the handle. See you soon, pet. I’ll let the guys know you want a lot of visitors.”
The door closes and the pressure on my neck eases. Tears fall down my cheeks as I realize that this is the place I’ll spend the last day of my life. These men have no intention of letting me go.
I think back to the last time I saw Twisted. The way he looked at me like I was his enemy was exactly what I feared would happen. I tried to trust Max and Lucy when they told me that he would back me because I was family. That he would stand behind me. He didn’t. Maybe if I had listened to them and gone to him sooner it would have worked out the way they said.
Even knowing that he couldn’t stand the sight of me, there was no way I would’ve let the Sons hurt him. Volunteering to go with them was the only way my family would make it out of this unscathed. Even then Max was shot. I have no idea if he’s even okay.
Now I’m chained up like an animal.
The door opens again and I scoot closer to it quickly so that the spikes do not stab me.
Beast smiles at me. “Now it’s no fun when you do that.” He pulls roughly on the leash, and I scream.
I can’t take much more of this.
“Ya know I asked Hades if I could keep you.” He pulls on the leash again, making me fall toward him. His fingers grip my face roughly. “Too bad he is hell-bent on killin’ you.” He laughs in my face before walking away.
I rack my mind with ways that I could get out of this, something that I could do.
I’m lost.
I can barely move with this damn collar around my neck and my head is starting to feel heavy. All I want to do is close my eyes. I’m so tired.
Once I do all I see is him. I can’t get the image of Max lying on the floor in a puddle of blood out of my head.
I know that if I had stayed in that warehouse he wouldn’t have been the only person hurt. I couldn’t chance anyone else I cared about getting hurt.
