Fuck!
She takes a step back, and he steps forward. I watch her open her mouth to scream, just as he reaches out and yanks her to him, spinning her around so her back is to his front.
“Get the syringe,” he orders, turning her to face me.
I dig into the bag and pull out the drugs, removing the cover of the needle with my teeth. Mr. Anderson moves her neck to the side with his hand on her face while she screams into it. I stab her neck and administer the drugs. Her body instantly drops in his arms, and he lets her fall to the floor.
“Fuck!” he hisses, running his hands through his hair. “MOTHERFUCKER!”
“Keep it down!” I hiss. “If we can hear Matt, then he can hear us.”
He paces, his hands gripping his hair.
“We need to keep moving,” I growl. “Not like we have a lot of time. Take her back—”
“No,” he interrupts me, his eyes snapping up to mine.
“Take her back to the car,” I demand, not in the mood to fight with my father-in-law, but I will if need be. “I’ll go get Matt.”
“I need …”
A shrill scream cuts off whatever he was about to say, and I fist my hands. “We’re wasting fucking time,” I snap at him. “Take the bitch to the goddamn car and wait for us.” With that, I give him my back not even bothering to see if he complies.
BLAKELY
MATT’S GOT HIS hand fisted in my hair while he drags me up the stairs back into the main part of the house. Once he gets me through the door, he shoves me forward, and I sprawl out on the floor.
“Fuck! I never knew you could be this much fun, Blakely.” He laughs from behind me.
I get up on my hands and knees and start to crawl away, but he grabs my ankle, yanking me back. I sob, my hands gripping at anything but get nothing while my body slides against the cold tile.
We finally come to a stop, and he grips my hair again, yanking me to my feet, and leads me into the living room. I catch sight of something sitting in the high-back chair, but my hair covers most of my face, restricting my vision.
I’m shoved over the back of the couch, and he yanks my hands behind my back before cuffing them, and every little bit of hope I thought I had is gone.
I sob, and he yanks me to stand, his hand coming up around my neck from behind. “Shh, Blakely. It’s okay. It’s just a cock. You’ve taken one before.”
Closing my eyes, I bite my inner cheek to keep from giving him any satisfaction of crying.
He leans over and whispers in my ear, “I’ve watched Ryat fuck you, baby. He wasn’t gentle by any means.”
“That’s what she prefers!”
I look up to now see a familiar face sitting in the chair, and I almost cry in joy. “Tyson—”
Matt cuts off my words, slapping his hand over my mouth from behind.
“You should have seen what he did to her in the basement at Blackout.” His eyes drop to my legs.
My chest tightens. Ryat let him watch us. He promised me …
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Matt snaps at Tyson.
He holds out his hands to show they’re free of weapons before crossing his arms over his chest. “Just came to collect Blakely.”
Matt yanks me back from the couch. “How did you …?” He snorts. “He fucking put a tracker in her.”
My eyes widen.
“No, I did.” Tyson gives a cruel smile, making his handsome face look evil.
Matt snorts. “Why the fuck would you track Ryat’s wife?”
“Because she’s a gift.”
I shake my head, not believing that one bit. Ryat would never …
“A gift? You expect me to believe that Ryat would hand her over to you?”
“Oh, God. No.” he throws his head back, laughing. “She’s a gift from the Lords.”
Matt stiffens against me, and I try to calm my breathing so I can hear over the blood rushing in my ears.
“You know …” He looks around the room. “Since they owe me a wife and all.” He shrugs, his eyes looking me up and down while he pulls his lips back. “She’s not my first choice but …” Tyson shrugs carelessly. “You know how it works. Once a Lady is a widow, they re-gift her to another Lord.”
This can’t be true. I refuse to believe it.
Matt lets out a curse under his breath, and fresh tears sting my eyes.
“I knew you’d take care of Ryat eventually. I just had to sit back and wait. You know I’m a patient man.” He reaches up and runs a hand down over his unshaven face. “Plus, you owe me.” Tyson glares at Matt, rising to his feet. “For that stunt you pulled outside of Blackout.”