Page 52 of Sacred Vow

“Zephyr, you dumb bitch,” he spits, stepping into me and rearing back before cracking his palm across my face, sending blood spurting from my mouth.

“FUCK! Ever since you showed up, he’s pushed me away.

Then after that fucking party, he refused to talk to me.

Won’t take my fucking calls. Won’t see me. And it’s all because of you.”

I spit a mouthful of blood on the floor before scowling at Jordan, my mouth tingling with pain. “Are you kidding me? You did that all on your own. Him not talking to you has nothing to do with me and everything to do with the fact that you’re a fucking predator.”

He scoffs and shakes his head, and as I stare at him, it finally clicks. “Holy shit. You’re in love with him, aren’t you?”

His head snaps up, and he looks at me with murder in his eyes. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

“Fuck. I’m right,” I laugh. “You never wanted to fuck me. You just wanted to touch what he had touched, be inside somebody that he’d been inside. You’re fucking sick, you know that?”

Jordan steps back into me, his deathly stare sending chills down my spine. He grips my shoulder, his nails digging into my skin. “I said,” he spits through a clenched jaw before his heavy fist slams straight into my stomach. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

My loud gasp rips through the room, his punch instantly winding me, and I struggle to catch my breath as hot, pain-filled tears spring to my eyes. And I decide at this very moment that if he’s going to take me out, then I’m going to go down swinging.

“You know he fucks like a goddamn machine,” I say, still gasping as my arms scream for relief. “After knowing him barely three seconds, he already had that thick cock buried inside my pretty little cunt. How long have you known him? Ten? Fifteen years? How far have you gotten with him?”

Jordan’s hand violently cracks across my face again. “STOP IT!”

“He’s a fucking beast. You should see the way he gets down.

The way his body rolls with each thrust. It’s fucking perfection.

But you know that, don’t you, because you’re a sick bastard.

I bet you watch him fuck, don’t you? Wishing and waiting for your turn, but guess what?

It’s never going to come. He’s never going to want you, especially not now. ”

Jordan puts his hands to his ears, pressing hard to drown me out as he madly paces the small cellar. “SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP.”

I laugh, realizing he’s a full-blown psychopath, and while I know I should keep my mouth shut, that wild part of me keeps me going, wanting him to hurt.

“It’s almost ironic, don’t you think? Both you and your crazy mom, you’re doing all of this so you can get the Di Rozé men right back where you had them, but after today, after taking the one and only obstacle out of the way, neither of them will ever want anything to do with you again.

You might as well start digging your own grave, right next to mine, because you’re never going to get him.

Not now, not ever. You never stood a chance. ”

Jordan lets out a sickening roar, and before I can even comprehend what he’s doing, his fists are pummeling into my body, the sound of the chain clanging above rocking through my ears. His fists slam into my body one after another, each delivered with a loud grunt as I cry out in agony.

My body breaks and bleeds under his attack, and all I can do is hang here like a fucking boxing bag and take the abuse. When he finally tires out, he stumbles back, falling against one of the bunk beds and dropping onto the bottom mattress.

His knuckles are bloodied, and he struggles to catch his breath as every inch of my body aches, desperately wishing I could crumble to the ground into a messy heap and cry.

Jordan just sits there, staring at the ground as the seconds turn into long, drawn-out minutes.

The silence is heavy, and as the pain quickly exhausts me, my eyes grow heavy, but when his sharp, barking laugh tears through the cellar, they spring back open, hoping like fuck he’s not about to hit me with round two.

“It’s funny. After he started fucking Chloe, I was actually going to let it go. At that party, I did want to just talk, but then you had to go and act all high and mighty, and I just . . . snapped. You were a dead bitch walking from the second Zeph punched me. From there, it was all about timing.”

I scoff, not having the energy to come up with some snappy retort about what happened at that party.

We’ve already covered that shit. “Timing, huh? You make it sound like this was your grand plan. But it seems to me you’re just the muscle man, fulfilling your mom’s dirty little tasks.

You don’t even see it. You’re her little yes-man puppet, and she’s the puppeteer. ”

“You don’t know shit about my mother.”

“I know she’s clearly just as delusional as you are.”

“No,” he scoffs. “Delusion is thinking that someone like Caesar Di Rozé is ever going to love you. You’re nothing to him. Just some little toy.”

“You sound like your mother. Did you guys share notes? Should I just expect the rest of this to be a copy-paste of everything she already said, or do you have some original content?”

Jordan laughs. “Fuck, I’m really going to enjoy ending your life.

I think I’ll take my time. Maybe video it for all your eager fans.

I bet Zephyr and Caesar will really enjoy watching that one.

Your own little snuff film. You know what kind of cash I’d get for that?

I’ve already got offers from the thousands of assholes online who’ve been waiting for you to be taught a lesson. ”

My brows furrow. Taught a lesson? Why is that ringing a bell?

“Still haven’t figured it out, have ya?”

The Vag Destroyer. I should have fucking known.

It all makes sense now. I could never work out why this mysterious asshole online held so much hatred for me, why he was so cruel in his messages, wanting to teach me a lesson when he knew nothing about me, but all the pieces are finally coming together. It’s been Jordan all along.

“Caesar’s going to find you, and when he does, you better run. He will destroy you until there’s nothing left.”

Jordan gets back to his feet and lets out a breath. “Maybe,” he says, shrugging his shoulders. “But by then, it’ll be far too late.”

He steps into me again, his gaze sweeping up and down my body in disgust. “Once Mom and I worked out that you were the same bitch fucking with both of our lives, it was all so easy. We found out everything we needed to know about you in seconds. Your real name. Your address. Your fucking shoe size,” he tells me.

“But now, none of it matters anymore, because you don’t matter.

Once I’m through with you, nobody is even going to miss you. They won’t even remember you.”

I spit in his face. “You’re wrong. And it won’t even take long for you to realize it.

The second people find out what you’ve done, you’re going to lose it all.

You think they’re going to worship you? Tell you that you did good with a pat on the back?

You’re kidding yourself. You think Zeph hates you now? Just you wait. He will despise you.”

His fist slams into my stomach again, and if I could, I’d double over and die right here on the cold concrete. “Zeph will be fine. Once I get rid of you, and any other bitch he wants to fuck around with, he’ll eventually see I’m all he needs.”

“That’s your grand plan. Huh? Kill anybody who dares to step in the way?”

“Seems to be working just fine so far.”

I scoff. “You’re missing one key component.”

Jordan smirks at me as though I’m an idiot for suggesting that he hasn’t completely thought this through. “And what’s that?”

“A fucking pussy. Zeph is as straight as they come. The little pin dick you’ve got inside those jeans isn’t going to do shit for him. He eats pussy like it’s his favorite meal, so unless you’ve got one of those hiding inside your pants as well, you’re shit outta luck.”

Jordan backhands me, and it’s almost comical the way the blood flies from my mouth and splatters across the wall.

“You don’t know a damn thing about what he needs.

You’ve known him for three fucking seconds.

I’ve been by his side for thirteen goddamn years.

It’s just me and him, always has been. There’s not a fucking day when he’s out of my sight.

Classes. Dates. Even when he took you two bitches camping. ”

He pulls away, shaking his head as if struggling to comprehend something. “I still can’t fucking believe it,” he says, pacing the cellar like a maniac again. “He took you to our spot . Fucked that bitch right on the shore at our lake. ”

“Wait. What? How do you—Did you follow us?”

“I AM EVERYWHERE THAT HE IS,” Jordan roars.

“I told you, Natalie. I don’t allow Zeph out of my sight.

I was there the whole time. I watched you from the woods, helping him put his tent up, teasing him with a threesome, and talking at the water.

” Jordan looks back at me, disgust sweeping across his features.

“He should have let you drown in that damn lake. Would have made all of this a shitload easier. I wouldn’t have had to race home and trash your apartment.

I wouldn’t have had to smash your head in with a baseball bat.

I wouldn’t have had to do any of this. He would have just come crawling straight back to me, but here we are. ”

My mind reels with everything he’s telling me.

He was there the whole time, watching us on our camping trip, watching as we sat around the fire, teasing Zeph, watching as we played around in the water, laughed and splashed each other.

Watching as we had the time of our lives.

And suddenly, those memories don’t seem so happy.

I feel more violated knowing that than when his fists were pummeling me.

How fucking messed up can one man be?

“It got you hot, huh?” I question, unease racing through my veins. “Watching Zeph fuck Chloe on the sand? Were you jerking off in the woods?”

Jordan moves like lightning, his hand slipping into his pocket before something sharp presses against the base of my throat, his eyes wild with rage.

“I’ve had just about enough of your shit, Natalie,” he growls, his blade dancing across the base of my throat before trailing up over my face.

“I hope you’re ready. This is going to get messy. ”