Sabotage: A Dark Enemies to Lovers Romance

CHAPTER TWELVE

NATE

I TOSS HER into the driver’s side of the truck that I borrowed from a friend. I didn’t want her to see me coming.

She falls across the center console, and I shove her over as I hop inside and slam my door. “I—” She coughs, her bleach-blond hair sticking to her now bloody face. “Need a hospital.”

I ram my elbow into her face, slamming her head back and knocking her out. Her body slides down the seat a little, and I don’t even bother putting a seat belt on her. I’m going to do worse things to her than a car wreck could.

Throwing the truck in drive, I step on the gas and pull back onto the road.

I never meant to hurt her. Not like this. But this isn’t about her. It’s about Colt and his friends. They humiliated me by forcing me to watch her beg him for sex. To get off.

I was disgusted with myself that it made me hard.

She told me what she liked, and I was repulsed by it. Told her it wasn’t for me. Then when I watched Colt show me exactly what she had been explaining to me, I fucking enjoyed it.

Pulling into Mike and Mitch’s parents’ house, I drive around the back to the in-law suite. I was told last night that Mike is in jail. I can’t take her to my house because my roommate will find out what I’m doing. He’s at work, but his girlfriend has practically moved in with us. She’s always fucking there. Plus, I’d much rather take her to the place where they humiliated me. A dose of her own medicine sort of thing.

Bringing the truck to a stop, I get out and walk over to the passenger’s door and yank her out of it. I throw her over my shoulder and walk her inside.

Laying her on the couch, I make my way over to the kitchen table and grab a few things that I’m going to need.

Colt might have humiliated me, but he has no clue that I’ve got his slut right now. And he won’t know until I want him to. By then, it’ll be too late. I’ve always considered myself a nice guy, but if she wants to be a whore, then I’ll treat her like one.

I roll her onto her stomach and pull her arms behind her back, taking the roll of duct tape and wrapping it around her wrists several times before ripping it off. Then I shove her onto her back again. A moan escapes her busted lips, but her eyes remain closed.

I tear off her T-shirt and am not surprised to find her braless. Looking over her chest, I see a bruise already from where the seat belt stopped her from hitting the steering wheel. That’s going to hurt. Smiling, I shred the material and throw all but one piece to the floor.

I tie a knot in it and then shove it into her mouth, bringing it around the back of her head and tying it off to gag her. I don’t need to hear her beg. I heard enough of that shit last night.

It was pathetic. The way she willingly did whatever he told her to like she was a trained pet.

I didn’t train her to be the good little slut she is for someone else to use. That is what Colt had told me. Five fucking years they’ve been hooking up. How did I not see it? How did no one know this? Well, obviously his friends did. Maybe that’s why he allowed them to fuck her too. To keep their secret.

I wonder how he’ll feel when he realizes I used her too. Satisfied with what I’ve done so far, I fall down onto the chair they tied me in last night and prop my feet up on the coffee table, waiting.

I want to make sure she’s awake for what I’m going to do to her. Just because I don’t want to hear her beg doesn’t mean I don’t want to see her cry.

The front door opens and in walks Mike. He comes to an abrupt stop when he sees me. “What the fuck are you doing here, Nate?”

RAYLEE

MY HEAVY EYES flutter open and immediately close. I feel like I’m spinning. The world tilting. I can taste blood, and my tongue is swollen. My head pounds worse than when I woke up in Colt’s bed this morning.

What happened?

Why does everything hurt? My body feels … sluggish.

I open my eyes again to see a white ceiling. It looks familiar. Where am I?

“What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be in jail.” I hear a voice far off.

“I got released a few hours ago.”

“I need to borrow your place for a day or two.”

“Okay,” the man says slowly. “You can stay as long as you need to.”