Page 33 of Fight
“Do you make it a habit of talking to yourself?” Tommy asks, making me yelp in surprise. I’m proud that I didn’t scream, because that would have been unacceptable and really embarrassing. “Here’s a towel and some of my clothes to change into. I’ll be back later.”
“Wait!” I yell out as I band my arms over my breasts and pussy. The glass is a special glazed texture so I know he can’t see me, but having him on the other side is uncomfortable for me. “Do I need to worry that your mate is going to beat the shit out of me for being here?”
Not that I plan to be here for long, but I want to know if anyone else is going to be around so I can convince them to let me out of here.
“No mate, Bluebell,” he grunts. “There’s food in the kitchen. Make sure to eat whatever you want. Don’t get any ideas about leaving. If you’re a bad girl, I’ll electrify all the handles.”
Fuck, could he really do that? With that he’s gone, and I close my eyes in frustration. I want to throw a tantrum, but again, I don’t want to show weakness or how pissed off I am. Since he’s gone, I sit on the tiled floor to shampoo and condition my hair, because my muscles are shaking from the effort of standing.
God, I feel so weak. Opening my eyes, I work on cleaning my hair and detangling it with my fingers. The water is cold by the time I finish washing it while on my knees. Leaning into the stream of water is the best I can do right now.
A huge yawn makes my jaw crack as I pull myself up to turn off the water. Opening the shower door, I snag the towel and dry off. Stepping out, I forget that I was beaten up before I look at the mirror.
It should be fogged up, but the alpha turned on the fan before he left.
I wish he hadn’t.
My lip is split, and my right eye is swollen and dark with a bruise. It’s kind of a miracle I can see anything out of it. There’s cuts all over my body both from the knife the men used on me and the broken glass.
Picking up the long-sleeved T-shirt Tommy left me, I find myself wishing it was Augustine’s. My soul is crying out for him. I know he’s got to be a mess right now, and my body is a time bomb as I get closer to my heat.
A lone tear slips down my face as I pull on the shirt. Even the boxers the alpha left me are giant, and I finally growl and leave them on the counter.
What I wouldn’t do for panties right now.
I can’t believe my body is reacting to the alpha dick’s words earlier. I’m fiercely annoyed by it, because I’m rarely moved by a “good girl”. I’m going to blame it on my injuries. I’m vulnerable and in pain, otherwise I’d never perfume for some stranger.
Yep, good try.
Shaking myself, I leave the towel on the floor, forgetting about it entirely when I see a new toothbrush on the sink. Groaning, I open it with shaking hands. My mouth feels like something died in it and probably smells the same way. The scent of mint permeates the air as I open the toothpaste, and I moan as I wet my brush and shove it in my mouth to clean my teeth.
God, it’s akin to a religious experience. I would dance in place if I knew it wouldn’t hurt right now, but my muscles wouldn’t appreciate it. Finally, my teeth are clean, my tongue scrubbed of the gross feeling of scum, and I rinse and spit happily.
So much better.
Yawning again, I put everything away and look down. I really want to pick up the towel, but it hurts too much. Slowly, I bend, whimpering as every ache in my body makes itself known. I can’t see a hamper, so I hang up the towel, noticing that Tommy took my wet shirt when he came in.
He’s such an odd alpha. I don’t really know what to think about him. All I know is that things aren’t adding up, and I need to know why. I drift out of the bathroom to explore, testing every window and door, grumbling as I notice that there are cameras all over and the only way to unlock the doors is by fingerprint.
“Paranoid fucking alphas,” I mutter, yawning again.
Shaking my head, I notice there are a few blankets on the end of a sofa, and it looks inviting. I won’t go back upstairs right now, because the idea of climbing those stairs makes me want to cry. Climbing up on the sofa, I pull all four blankets over me, burrowing underneath them.
Maybe I’ll find a knife when I wake up and stab him until he lets me go. Yup, that sounds like a good idea for a more awake Cerenity.
My eyes are too heavy to keep open, especially since it’s dark and warm under my blankets. It was much too bright while I was walking through the house. If I want to figure out a way out, I have to be able to run when I find the right time.
Chapter Eight
TOMMY
It kills me to leave my house, but I have to. When she perfumed, the most delicious scent of apple pie permeated the air, overpowering the scent of garbage and it threw me.
Mine.
My chemistry changed when I locked onto the little omega in front of me. It didn’t matter if she was banged up and her blue hair was matted, she was the most beautiful woman in the world to me.
It didn’t keep me from dumping her in the shower under a cold stream of water and bossing her around though, because she didn’t acknowledge my being her scent match.