Page 53 of Unlocked Desire: Vol One
I crouch, fisting his hair in my hand, and yank hard. I want the fucker to know that tonight is the last night he’ll be breathing. “You put your hands on Clarissa.”
Roy’s eyes widen as I say her name. “Clarissa? Emily’s friend? What the fuck does that bitch have to do with anything?
The volcanic rage inside me explodes. I pound Roy’s head onto the gravel with such force I hear several cracks. I probably broke his nose and other bones in his face with the power of the hit.
I drop him and stand. “Look at me, Roy.”
Roy’s eyes meet mine, and I see the fear in them. It’s a look I know well, the one a man gives when he knows his time’s up. “Please, stop,” he begs.
“Is that what Emily said when you beat her?” Roy’s eyes dart around as if she’ll appear out of nowhere. “She’s not here, Roy. I don’t even know her.”
“Then what am I doing here?”
I bend once again, looking him directly in the eye. “You’re here ‘cause of Clarissa.”
“Emily’s cunt friend?”
I pull his hair back and punch him in the face with all my force, knocking him out.
“You’re gonna make it extra painful, aren’t you?” Enzo asks, shaking his head.
I shrug, wiping my hands on my coat. “He shouldn’t have said her name if he wanted this quick and easy. Let’s get him situated. I can’t wait to see the fuckin’ look of fear when he opens his rat bastard eyes.”
“The cleaners will be here in about three hours,” Enzo says as he hoists Roy’s limp body.
I bring down the ropes and tie his hands and feet to raise him above us.
Enzo winces as he watches me. “You can’t just fuckin’ shoot people, huh?”
I discovered years ago that I like using the strappado method for those who deserve it. I have no issues with guns when taking care of business, but for rapists, pedos, and abusers, I like a little extra flair. I enjoy watching them tied up, helpless and vulnerable to my whims. “Some of them don’t deserve a painless death.”
Enzo shakes his head. “You should see a therapist about your shit.”
I smirk at Enzo as I tighten the rope around Roy’s wrists. “You’re not any better, brother.”
Chapter 11
CLARISSA
Darkness engulfs me as I open my eyes. I turn to the chair where Vance was sitting, but he’s gone. I snuggle my face into his pillow and breathe him in. Smiling, I remove the covers and tug at the warmth of the robe. The chill of the hardwood floor hits my feet as I stand. I’m in the home of my captor, but the fear coursing through my body a few hours ago has completely dissipated.
A piece of paper with a note written in black pen sits on top of the sweatpants and hoodie at the foot of the bed.
Little Bird,
Since you were a bad girl and made me rip off your dress, I thought you’d like something to wear. I’m going to enjoy peeling them off you at some point. Maybe with my teeth.
Yours, Vance
I can’t help but smile. For a guy who’s out of control, he’s also incredibly thoughtful. He’s a rose with too many thorns, gorgeous and captivating, but one wrong move, and he’ll make you bleed and not think twice about it.
As I roam the darkness searching for Vance, I see the dogs lying by the door as if waiting for him. For two vicious dogs, they’re pretty docile.
“Hey, boys,” I whisper.
They move out of the way as if permitting me to venture outside. I open the door. The chilly night air nips at my skin, reminding me I don’t have a coat. It doesn’t faze me. I’m not running this time.
A flicker of light appears from under the door of the shed. Inside, My Girl by The Temptations is blaring. Slowly, I open the door so as not to disturb him.