Forbidden (Blood Ties #7)

Wrong.

Wrong…

WRONG.

He was a liar. And by the looks of him, a shit fucking boyfriend as well. IfIwas her lover, I’d make sure she wasn’t trying to cross a goddamn street in the middle of a downpour on her own…not dressed like that.

No.

If she was mine, she’d be right where she was.

At home.

With me…

Always with me.

I walked up to the dead body of Michael DiAngelo and looked down at those wide unflinching eyes and the spider veins across his cheeks before I let my gaze drift down. He was fatter than his photos, thick around the middle. I fought the wave of revulsion. A man like him with a woman like Helene?

It didn’t make sense.

You have the wrong g—

Those words nagged at me. Something didn’t feel right. Still, I pushed it down as the image of her face rose. She was still handcuffed and naked in my bed. It was time for me to fix that.

I stepped over the splayed body, making sure I didn’t touch a thing and walked out, shouldering open the door as I went. I tucked the gun against my back and climbed into the car.Get back to her…get back to her…

Christ, I’d never felt thisfucking desperate.I started the engine, peeled out of the street, and floored it to get home.

Streets blurred.

Cars I didn’t give a shit about.

I didn’t see them.

I didn’t see anything.

Only her.

I stabbed the gate button, pulled into the driveway hard, and then the garage. The bitter smell of the new engine filled my nose as I climbed out and closed the door behind me. My footsteps echoed as I entered the house. I couldn’t hear her…I couldn’t…

“MOTHERFUCKER!”she screamed. The sound bloody, violent, and raw.

I stopped at the end of the hallway. My breaths were out of control, as was my pulse.You have the wrong…you have the wrong…

I took a step, then another, stopping in the doorway. She was kneeling on the bed, her arm stretched as far as the cuffs would allow.

“Ihate you,”she spat, her eyes wild with fury.“I fucking hate you.”

“I know,” I answered. Just seeing her was the calm to my storm. Just knowing she washere.“I also know there’s no rescue mission, Helene. There’s no one to save you. No one knows you’re here.”

She flinched, drawing in gulps of air.

I moved closer, glancing at the clothes I’d brought, now strewn across the room. It was almost like fate that the piece I wanted was closest to the bed. “So, this is how this will go. You will wear the clothes I provide you, or you will wear none at all.” She never flinched when I lifted my hand and fisted her beautiful hair. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Eat a fucking dick.”

The corner of my lips quirked as desperation roared inside me. I was a madman…consumed by lust. I lunged, yanking her head backward until she toppled and fell back onto the bed. “I think you have that mistaken. That role is specifically foryou.”