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I patch myself up with the fresh bandages Dr. Cottingham left behind, then limp back to bed. I toss back two aspirin and don’t bother changing out of the wet shorts. My head hits the pillow, and the last thing I think before I pass out—

Maybe I broke through to her.

Just a little.

CHAPTER SIX

SOPHIE

I still can’t believe that arrogant, possessive biker had the nerve to lock me in a fucking cell—for four days.

Four.

Fucking.

Days.

Today, he just waltzes into the torture chamber to collect me like he did nothing wrong. He deserved that kick to the chest for leaving me locked in his personal jail cell. When he caught me trying to escape and kissed me, then pulled me up into his arms I thought he’d take me to bed, and we’d cuddle. He tricked me and held me captive in his basement.

A part of me is happy he came for me. I just thought he’d come sooner. Like later that evening. But when I saw Tonya I knew he wasn’t coming. It hurt. It hurt so badly knowing he threw me away.

Deep down I knew he locked me up not just for attempting to run but because he truly wants me in his life.

Mavis was clearly in pain, and he still bathed me and washed my hair. His strong fingertips working my scalp felt amazing.

But I couldn’t let him see how badly I needed him just then. How much that touch undid me.

Now, I sit in the steaming bath I dreamed about from the moment I was thrown into that cell. My body aches like hell. My limbs are sore, my arms weak, and my ass? Feels like someone beat it with a hammer. Numb after night one. But at least here, in this heat, I can pretend it’s fading.

Why didn’t Tonya tell me he was hurt? He looked pale, unsteady. Bandages wrapped around his side. And still… he came for me.

Almost an hour later, I finally climb out of the tub and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes look darker, more hollow than I remember. My curly hair is piled into a bun, conditioner still soaking in. I wrap the towel around my body and step out of the bathroom.

A neat stack of clothes waits on a plush gray chair.

On top. One of his t-shirts.

I glare at the sleeping beast on the bed. Still wearing those soaked shorts like the stubborn biker he is.

No way in hell I’m wearing his shirt.

I find clothes in the closet I’d gotten off the rack. I slip into a pair of lavender leggings and a yellow tank top. Naturally, my hand curls around my wrist where the zip tie was.

When I emerge from the closet, he’s still asleep.

Good.

I step out his bedroom and close the door behind me. A part of me doesn’t want to leave him. I can tell he’s really going through it. I peer over the balcony. Legos has his arm wrapped around Tonya. He stares at her lovingly while her fingers twist in his long black strands. He’s so intimidating. Who would’ve guessed a man like that could find love?

“Sophie, you, ok?” Tonya asks glancing up at me.

“Yes,” I’m going to sleep.”

I continue down the hallway and into a spacious guest bedroom.

“Sophie?” I turn to the voice.

“Yes?”