evil and callous. Whether I became his wife or the mother of his

children, I was still a captive. Darren and Sid could try to twist the philosophy of it

however they wanted, but if I wasn’t allowed the choice to leave, I was a captive.

End of. But I could choose what kind of captive to be; whether that was a

cooperative captive or a rebellious captive, it was my choice.

But where would cooperation lead me? Right into the devil’s arms.

To Darren, this would always be a game of wills. And if I wasn’t careful, if I

unconsciously gave in to my trauma and surrendered my internal fight from years

of exhaustion, I’d never forgive myself. From the moment I’d first come into his

ownership, it’d been nothing but manipulation. So far, I’d been able to withstand

and counter, but I had a feeling his efforts were about to increase tenfold. I had to

stay sharp, stay aware, and keep my heart guarded against the evils that sought to

destroy me. I might have to bend to Darren’s will, but I would not yield to my own.

28

SNOW

My knuckles ached. After my night with Jaden, I still had too much energy to

dispel, though I had no idea how. Fighting with her always put me on edge, and

while I had to be somewhat gentle with her, it wasn’t required for the scumbags

who owed me money.

Every now and then, when I was in the mood, I’d handle the debtors myself and

take whatever pent-up rage and violence I’d been harboring out on them. Some

survived, some didn’t. Some were never the same again. If they happened to have

the money, I might just break a bone here or there for making me wait. Interest

didn’t have to be in the form of money. It could also be in blood. And it was always

at my discretion.

Scott would sometimes have too much fun with them, to the point I would

applaud his creativity. The more blood he spilled, the more satisfied he seemed. He

was a sick son of a bitch, and I loved him for it. But tonight wasn’t about blood loss;

it was more of a blunt force trauma kind of night.

I’d cracked three skulls in the last hour, each one worth about ten grand in

comparison to their gambling debts from the underground poker partiesmoney I

didn’t give a shit about. I’d made that in an hour alone. I didn’t hide from my urges

to create pain; I didn’t deny myself the enjoyment of instilling fear in others and

then reminding them of why they had good cause to be afraid. It was exhilarating.

Choosing whether to grant life or death and then act out that choice was an

experience to behold.

My father had always taught me about the importance of lifethat it was

important to give and important to take. When their purpose was gone, they no

longer held value and instantly became a liability. We didn’t deal with liabilities

we eliminated them without hesitation. You didn’t leave the family simply because

of this principle. You might be granted leave to retire past a certain age, but if you

were called upon—no matter the reason—your loyalty remained unquestionable.

No one ever wanted to become a liability, yet I had granted one exception. The only

liability worth all the trouble.

By the time we got back to the house, and I was satisfied, I couldn’t help but look

forward to finding Jaden naked and asleep in my bed. I wanted to feel her soft skin

against mine, her solid tiny frame in my arms while her glossy hair draped over my

shoulder. She had the ability to calm and enrage me at the same time; it was a

dangerous combination, but feeling her against me was one of the best feelings in

the world.

So when I passed the guards standing post at my bedroom door and opened it to

find her not in my bed, irritation and a small amount of panic set in because she

wasn’t where I expected her to be. My eyes quickly scanned the room until I found

her sitting on the floor in the moonlight by the window. Her pale naked skin

practically glowed in the light, making her look like something straight from

Heaven. With her red hair draped down her bare back, the light of the moon

changed the hue of the colors, making them darker, almost blood-like. Beautiful.

She didn’t turn around as I entered, but I had a strong feeling she knew I was

there since I noticed her go hands move

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