“What if I don’t want him?” I snap.
“That’s fine with me, but he can have no one except you until you die. I think I’ll keep you alive and away from him to torture Jackson.”
“What’s the matter, did mommy love Jackson more than you? Are you mad because you’re not the pretty Hughes?” I jeer. He smacks me across the face, knocking me on my ass, and I cackle hysterically. “Is that the best you got?” I try not to show my fear, but I’m shaking inside. Jackson was honest with me about who he was, where he’s from, and all of that, so I need to trust in him. He’ll find me before it’s too late. I need to be patient.
“Such a smart mouth. I wonder what it would be like wrapped around my cock.” Jason pulls a knife from his waistband and runs it across my lips.
“Put it in my mouth, and you’ll come back stubby.” I chomp my teeth together in demonstration.
“Bitch!” He smacks me again and leaves the room, muttering unintelligible words.
I laugh at him, but once the door is closed, I lay in the fetal position and cry. I wish Jackson would get here soon. Closing my eyes, I try to listen to the sounds around me. It must have been five minutes before the door comes flying open.
“Well, lookie who is outside right now.” Jackson’s brother stands there holding a cell phone toward me showing me a video. My eyes widen when I see Jackson standing there.
“No,” I gasp.
He tells someone to let Jackson in. “Now, it’s time for some fun.” He unchains me, and I try to fight him off by punching and scratching. Jackson’s brother grabs the back of my head to control me, forcing me to stumble down a long hallway. It’s nothing except wood paneling. Unlocking the door at the end, we find Jackson surrounded by a lot of guys. They’re shifters as well.
“Polly, are you hurt?” Jackson asks tenderly and tries to run to me, growling as the others prevent him from doing so. “Jason, let her go. You have me.”
“No!” I exclaim, attempting to struggle out of Jason’s grasp to go to Jackson, but Jason pulls harder, and I cry out, which makes Jackson even more furious.
“Hello, brother dear. Now, when I heard that the playboy was in love, I didn’t get it, but now that I see her, I understand. Is she this much of a handful in bed?” Jason taunts Jackson further by licking my face.
Jackson seethes through gritted teeth, “Let her go or I’ll rain down hell on you like you’ve never seen before.”
Jason chains me up like in my dream. I shake from the terror I’m feeling because I know what’s going to happen, or something similar because Jackson is front and center.
Jason and his gang left us alone. I break down sobbing. “Polly, look at me.” I stare into those beautiful green eyes through the haziness of the tears coming out of my eyes. “I’m right here. Look at me the whole time, baby.”
“Okay.” I smile at him.
“I love your smile,” he tells me, and I squirm, trying to get free. “Don’t fight the chains, they are impossible to escape from, and you’ll hurt yourself in the process. They can cause pain.”
“How do you know all of this?” I genuinely want to know.
“I made these chains. It prevents a shifter from shifting. I spent my teenage years perfecting them with Jason. We were going to start our own motorcycle gang, but I was so lost when our parents were killed that I found Tyson and August. They took me under their wing, and I tried to get Jason to come and prospect with me, but he didn’t want to abandon the dream of our own gang.” There’s a sadness in his voice.
“I’m so sorry about your parents. I didn’t know. How did they die?” I inquire.
“Animal attack. We never found out who did it. I couldn’t catch a scent. I’ve been trying for years. Jason never forgave me.”
“I wish you wouldn’t have taken so long to introduce yourself to me,” I say, snickering a little.
“Yeah, sorry about that. I’m twenty-one years old, what do you expect of me?” We laugh, and I sniffle. “When we get out of here, I’m taking you on a proper date.”
“I hope that we get out of this alive.”
“We will. I need you to trust me.” Jackson seems calm.
“I trust you with my life, Jackson.”
“Good.” He starts to chuckle. “To think, it was just three days ago that you wanted nothing to do with me.” I join him in the laughter.
“I can’t imagine my life without you now. I’ve never felt more normal and complete than when I’m near you.” I’m honest with him.
We stare at each other and talk about life. He’s distracting me from our situation. Jason wants me to hurt because Jackson’s not able to save me, and it’s killing him. “Jackson, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. When we get out of here, let’s go to Vegas!” I suggest.
“Deal.” He smiles at me. We both lean toward each other, trying to kiss.
“Can I come to the wedding?” Jason walks in with a camera.
“Go to hell.” I spit on Jason. He slaps me across the face again. “You must feel like a god hitting women. What’s the matter, your dick too small to please a woman?”
“Polly, don’t provoke him.” Jackson winks at me.
“Jackson, shut up. Tiny Tim, I mean, Jason and I are talking.” Jason slaps me again. I stretch my fingers to grab the chains a little tighter and pull myself up to kick him in the crotch. He bends over, and I knee him in the face, knocking him backward. Jackson wraps his thighs around Jason’s neck, squeezing them together.
I stretch my feet out, reaching for the keys with my toes as Jason falls to the ground, unconscious.
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