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I couldn’t stop it. My body reacted to her, just like it had that night Silas forced her to her knees. She’d been so different that night. So unlike herself. She was desperate, wasn’t she? Needy, aching. I bet she was fucking wet too. I bet she was so fucking wet when she opened her mouth and traced the outline of my brother’s hard cock under his jeans.

Was she like that when she fucked?

My cock grew hard. I bet she was. Legs spread, her eyes rolling back as she arched her back and rolled her hips, desperate for one more fucking inch of cock from that loser fucking boyfriend of hers. He was a goddamn loser.

I threw the covers aside, glanced over my shoulder at my cell laying there, then looked at the clock beside the bed. Six pm. Jesus, I must’ve been out of it. I yawned, then rose and made my way out of the bedroom and headed for the kitchen.

The fridge was bare except for bottles of water. The freezer held a full bottle of Grey Goose. One look at that and my gut rolled. No, Hell no. I closed the thing, cracked open the water and drank. The effects of the drugs still burned in my veins, making me ache and hunger. But it was all in my head. I knew that.

The drugs. The anger. The only thing that wasn’t in my head was the fact my parents were dead and my family was a goddamn mess.

Theo, get out!

My father’s voice still rang in my head. I winced and drank, letting the icy water hit the pit of my stomach. Hoping the shock of it would dull the goddamn nightmare still rolling around in my head. But it didn’t.

Dad still stood in the middle of that goddamn thunderstorm. The sky was black…actually the entire world was black and yet, there he was. His white shirt drenched and stuck to his skin. The look of utter terror on his face.

I’d never seen him so scared. His eyes wide. The whites neon bright against the rolling, ravenous storm behind him. His fear haunted me.

Buzz!

I jerked, then wrenched my gaze to the door before I strode forward. A guy waited on the other side. Dressed in a nice suit James, Reception Manager.

“Yeah?” I muttered.

“Sorry to interrupt, Sir. My name is James, I’d just like to see if you were planning on staying for a while.” He glanced into the apartment behind me. “I take it you’re one of Mr. Ares son’s?”

“You’re correct.”

One nod of his head and he shifted his focus back to me. “So if you require any services, please let me know.”

“Thank you.” I answered coldly. “But I’ll be leaving.”

“Oh?” His brow rose. “Where will you go?”

Where will I go? I took a step backwards, ignoring his question. He was too bold. Too fucking forward. It was none of his goddamn business where I was headed. I closed the door and ground my jaw as I strode toward the bedroom once more. There was only one place to go, wasn’t there?

Home.

Chapter Nineteen

ANGELICA

On your knees,Angelica. Show me what a good girl you are.

I closed my eyes, trying to push away that voice in my head. But I couldn’t. Instead I heard him clearer than ever before. Flickers of a memory rose up, stealing me away from the safety of my bedroom and plunging me back there, to that place where they…where they…used me.

“You don’t have to be worried, he’s not sending you away.”

I lifted my head, finding Gabe standing in the open doorway of my bedroom. I didn’t even see him open it, nor did I see him watching me. I was still held there, in that dream…and that place.

“For now.’ I said quietly. “Until he changes his mind.”

Gabe pushed off the doorframe and strode in. “And you think that’s going to happen?”

Beep.

My cell chimed. “Maybe.” I answered, then glanced at my cell.