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I wasn’t truly frightened until now, even as I attempt to fight him off. Black spots are flirting in my vision that have nothing to do with the shadows in the room. There are windows that allow a little light in, but I wish there wasn't. The snarl on Isaac’s usually beautiful features is going to haunt me.

“No one knows the anger and frustration that lives just below the surface,” he says conversationally, his full weight on my rib cage as he presses me into the bed. “I live away from everyone on purpose, I work with computers because they’re easier, and I fuck your tight pussy on occasion because you’re an easy lay. So tell me what crawled up your ass, causing you to hurt this innocent girl?”

Pushing him away, hitting his arms, I can only think of my next breath. Isaac leans in until he fills my vision, opening his hand slightly so that my windpipe can pull in precious air. “You want to breathe, work for it,” Isaac growls before closing his hand again.

Keening with the small bit of air I was able to gasp, I beg him with my eyes to release me.

“Are you going to be a good girl? Or am I going to throw caution to the wind and snap your neck? I’ll pin it on your brother, and you’ll forever be separated by death and misery,” Isaac murmurs darkly.

Shaking my head, I submit to him, because my brother and Sidney are everything to me.

Opening his hand, but leaving it to lay across my neck, Isaac leans back a little so I’m not gulping air with him in my face.

“Start talking, because I saw Ayden find a cute recruit with a perky ass to fuck,” Isaac says, raising a brow. “He won’t be back tonight.”

Damnit, why does my brother have to be so predictable?

“Tell me… why did you decide to terrorize Silla Tremaine?” Isaac asks.

Swallowing back a sob as I breathe heavily, I whisper, “She didn’t want me. At least, I don’t think she did? I got into bed with Silla, and she kind of pushed me away.”

“She was asleep,” Issac complains, rolling his eyes. “You can’t say for sure that someone doesn’t want you if you don’t give them the option of consent, and then humiliate them the first chance you get. Try again.”

“I didn’t want to try again so she couldn’t deny me,” I whisper, heart pounding as I think about it. “You know I don’t have to try hard to find pussy or dick, so finding someone that seems so innocent didn’t feel real…”

“And you assumed that because she was in your section that would make her a whore?” Isaac asks drolly.

“They’re called the Queen’s Whore’s for a reason!” I protest shrilly, struggling to sit up, but unable to.

Isaac’s hand flexes around my throat, causing me to flinch as I whimper. “Silla’s blood from her hymen was drying on my cock last night,” he whispers so low that I have to strain to hear. “She’s not a prostitute, a play thing, and she’s never had any kind of sexual interaction before. As far as I know, I was her first kiss as well.”

“She wouldn’t kiss me,” I admit, blinking away tears as I realize that I feel rejected. It’s so silly… Silla wasn’t awake enough to really know what was going on, and even then she didn’t want me to be her first kiss. “Silla liked some of what we did, I’m confident of that, but some of that is biological. I could have been anyone. Gods, how was she a virgin?”

“There’s a lot of fucked up things going on I think.” Isaac sighs, his eyes never leaving mine. “Silla was arrested with a prostitution charge, but it’s obviously bogus. She’s an excellent hacker, yet she was pinched for illegal internet manipulation, and Silla said she wasn’t certain how she was caught. Someone wants her here.”

My mind struggles to process this, and my brother is correct in one thing: we’re getting sloppy. I need him to look closer into her court records. Or…

“Isaac, can you get into her court records?” I ask, doing my best to ignore his thumb that is tapping along with my pulse. Shivering, I keep my eyes on him.

“I’ve looked already,” he grumbles. “I’ll see if there’s any updates, but her case was rushed. The Warden didn’t even know she was coming until the day before he picked her up. I think the key to things lies with her. I don’t want to push Silla into telling me things, I just want to keep her safe. That begins with you three. Stop putting her in dangerous situations.”

“The Warden wants us to get to know her I think,” I muse. At Isaac’s confused look, I take a deep breath, in case he thinks I’m lying. “He came to talk to us, and he said he wants us to work one on one with her.”

Isaac gets an evil glint in his eyes, and I panic. “Please, I told you the truth,” I whimper.

Leaning close, Isaac’s hand begins to close. “I can come back whenever I choose. There are ways for me to get around FRC without anyone knowing, and I will do as I promised. Is that understood?”

Nodding wildly, my mind races. “You… like Silla. If you were her first, she has to trust you, too?” I ask.

My words are disjointed, but my heart is pounding as I try to understand what’s happening.

“Yes. I don’t want to bring more attention to her than necessary, but Silla is mine,” he insists.

My chest constricts, and I realize I’m feeling jealousy. It isn’t an emotion that I often have, so it takes longer for me to recognize it. I think in some way, I hoped that she may want me too. But that’s insane.

There’s no way she’ll want me after I made her face her worst nightmare.

“How… shouldn’t she have screamed for you to help her if she’s yours?” I ask, my face twisted in confusion.