Page 37 of Cruel Possession

I turn my phone off and stuff it back into my pocket.

The family can blow up in the group chat all they want. It’s not going to change anything, and I don’t have the time to deal with it.

We wouldn’t be in this position if they all just listened to me for once.

Logan glances around like he’s half-expecting me to jump out at him, his eyes wide and his breaths coming in quick bursts.

He doesn’t see me, though. If he did, he would be running the other way.

He’s never been anything but a coward.

Although, it looks like he’s getting some balls if he’s running around with packages out in the open like this.

New York’s finest, my ass.

Zoe’s breathingchanges a little after midnight, becoming shallower as she starts to stir more. She lets out a low groan as I open the windows, letting the chilly night air flood the room.

Her eyes flutter open, and she looks around the room, mumbling to herself like she’s trying to get the words out but can’t quite do it—which could also be due to the tie in her mouth.

I took the blindfold off, but decided to leave the gag in so I didn’t have to listen to her try and manipulate me until I was ready to deal with her.

She keeps mumbling against the gag, and I’m sure most of those are threats.

Good.

I want this to stay exciting.

“Having fun?” I grin and sit on the ottoman at the end of the bed, thinking about cracking the top open.

I doubt she’d complain much about the toys inside. At least, once she is coming she won’t.

But that’s a game for later. When I’m trying to make her pliable and easy to get along with. That’s not what’s happening right now, though. Not yet.

And then her gaze locks on me.

Her face becomes a mask of fury, and if I didn’t know better, I would think that she’s mad at me.

I smirk and stand, unbuttoning my sleeves and rolling them up. “Morning, princess, time to play a game.”

Chapter Twelve

ZOE

I tugon the restraints at my wrists, not liking the look in his eyes one bit. There’s something predatory about it.

I can’t stay here. I need to get out. I need a weapon, but what?

I take as deep a breath as I can with the cloth in my mouth.

Drool dribbles down the side of my face, and I wriggle. My ankles are chained too.

I’m not in the cell anymore, though. I’m in a bedroom. His bedroom?

Aiden sighs as he stands at the foot of the bed. “I don’t know what you think it is you’re about to do, but stop trying to look for a way out of this.”

Stop holding me captive, then.

I hold up my middle finger. Though I may not be able to speak, he should understand the meaning easy enough.