Page 89 of Revere
Anson grins like I’m missing something crucial.
I shift on the bed, and the chain pinches my skin again, making me wince. And when I realize Anson caught it. That his eyes lit at seeing me in pain, my stomach turns.
“Maybe I should be more understanding.” He takes a step closer to the bed. “Maybe I should try to see what all the fuss is about. I’ve been wondering how one girl could walk in and ruin everything we’ve worked so hard for.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“That, I believe.” He grins, reaching for my cheek.
“Don’t touch me.” I pull away.
“It’s interesting you still think you have a choice in anything that happens to you here or anywhere else. You’re a child of the House. Female at that. You are a thing to be used as we need. I always assumed Gideon would have ingrained that in you by now.”
“I’ll never be Sigma Sin’s bargaining chip.”
“Except you already are. He made sure of it.” The man reaches for me again, and I manage to get in one good kick to his thigh before he dodges the second.
He snags my ankle, and I realize my shoes are missing.
How much time has passed?
What happened?
Jacob must be worried sick by now. I went to the bathroom and never came back. That’s assuming these men didn’t go after him, too, just to tie up loose ends. I never should have involved anyone in my life. I know better than to think the House would look past it, no matter how far from home I was.
My chest aches thinking about what I’ve brought upon Jacob. Worse, that I might never see him again.
“This is pointless.” I try to bury my nerves, but I’m failing. “I’m not going to get you what you need.”
“That’s just not true, Patience Lancaster. It seems you’ve become something to a few men. Important ones at that.” Anson reaches for me again, and I try to pull back, but he just grins. “It would be a waste to just have you sitting here while Derek figures out the best play, wouldn’t it? I’d like to know what about you turned the most lethal man I know into a fucking cunt. Is your pussy made of gold or something?”
The man reaches forward and snags my ankles in one sweep, pulling them to him as I kick and fight.
The chains dig into my wrists as my body hovers over the bed, and I’m surprised they don’t snap as he spins me around and plants me face-first on the mattress.
“Stop.” I buckle my hips, but he climbs over me too quickly, pinning me down.
With my hands bound, I can’t stop him as he reaches around to unbutton my pants. And when he drags them down my hips, exposing my ass, he sits on my legs, preventing me from fighting back.
It’s no use trying to fight the tears that begin to fall.
Tears Anson couldn’t care less about. If anything, it seems to spur him on.
My parents might have made my childhood a living hell, but their name—my father’s role in the House—protected me frommen like this. Now that he’s fallen and Alex is far away, there’s nothing to stop him.
I’m a token to be used.
A pawn.
“Don’t.” I try to fight, but there’s no use.
Anson’s fingers grip my ass cheeks, peeling them apart as I bury my face in the dirty mattress and try to shut off my mind. The only hands that have ever been on me are Jacob’s.
“Were you a virgin for him?” Anson taunts, sliding his hands to my thighs and widening them. “Is that why he broke for you?”
I shake my head, not understanding what he’s talking about.
“Or do I have it all wrong? Did he turn his back on everything we planned because you were his little slut?”
