Page 58 of Cyber Revenge

The word echoes through my mind, low and primal. She’s mine now. Every inch of her.

Her body wears my marks. Her skin carries the faint sting of my blade, a reminder she’s given herself to me completely.

But that isn’t enough. Patrick doesn’t care about marks. He doesn’t care about boundaries.

And that’s what keeps me awake.

I trace my fingers lightly down her spine, barely skimming the fabric of the blanket.

Her body relaxes under my touch, but even in sleep… I feel the tension still lingering.

The way she curls in on herself.

The way her breath hitches every now and then, like her body remembers the fear even if her mind has shut down for the night.

That ishisfault.

Patrick did that to her. And I’mgoing to make him fuckingpay. My jaw clenches as I tilt my head back, closing my eyes.

I canseeit.

Patrick standing at her door. A smug fucking smirk plastered across his face. Lydia’s body trembling, but not with pleasure.

With fear.

Her eyes wide. Lips trembling. Patrick’s hand on her throat.My vision goes red.

My fists clench so tightly that my knuckles crack.

No. Not again.

I have to be ready. The cameras are set. The motion detectors work. But none of that matters.

Because men like Patrick?They don’t knock.

They slither in through cracks. They wait until you blink.

And if he’s desperate enough to come after her now?

He isn’t coming alone.

That thought hits me like a fucking bullet.

Patrick isn’t a lone wolf. He’s a manipulator. A narcissist who always has someone else willing to get their hands dirty for him.

If he can’t take me out alone…

He’d bring someone who can.Who?

Men I’ve trained with. Men I’ve fought beside. Men who’ve crossed the line so many times they don’t know how to come back.

I know the type. Because I used to be one of them. I suck in a breath, jaw tightening as I stare at the darkness.

Patrick isn’t smart enough to take me out himself. But if he has money, and he does, he can buy someone whois.Andwhen, not if,he calls one of them?

Fuck.

There are a dozen names that come to mind. Men I haven’t thought about in years. Ghosts from my past who’ve traded their souls for money and blood.