Page 35 of Bedlam
“I’m not saying you are, but what month are we in?” he asks as I sit back against the soft pillow and think for a second.
“August.” I say and his eyes go wide. Walking over to me, he sits back down, taking my hand into his.
“What is the last thing you remember before waking up?” He asks, and I look up at the ceiling to think.
“I had Fight Night at the Mill. Three new guys came, one of them killed someone. I kicked them out and went home with D’mitri. Now I’m waking up here.” I say and his eyes widen as he takes another deep breath.
“Flynn, spill it. I’m so fucking confused and all these questions are flooding my brain giving me even more of a headache.” I say, rubbing my temples with my thumbs.
“Interesting, and do you remember the guys’ names that came to your event?” he asks but snaps his fingers before I can answer. “Maria, administer her some more pain medicine and have the doctor come up here and give her a once over.” He orders and I shake my head.
“No, I don’t remember their names, and I don’t want meds. I want answers. Please, Flynn. I’ve never asked for anything, so just please, tell me what’s going on.” I plead, damn near begging for him to tell me anything. He says nothing as he looks down at his watch and stands.
“I have a meeting I’m late for. Let Maria get you a shower and situated. The doctor will be up here in a few, and once I’m finished with the meeting, we will talk further.” He says, and I just want to scream but I know I can’t. Flynn doesn’t do things just to do them. The man in front of me is calculated and smart. I’ve always trusted him. Shit, he saved my life, so getting snippy with him will do me no good.
“Fine, but where is my phone? I at least want to check in with my dad and D’mitri.” I say but he shakes his head.
“You never came in with one. I’ll have one of the men fetch you one and I’ll bring it up when I come back.” He states and I nod as he leaves the room. A tear falls from my eye and I swipe it away. I feel like a prisoner in my own mind. Something doesn’t fucking make sense. A yawn escapes me as Bertha rounds the bed, pulling the blankets from my body.
“Ghlac mé cithfholcadh.” She says, taking my hand into hers as I shift my legs over the side of the bed. She helps me stand on shaky legs.What the fuck? Why is it so hard to walk?
Taking it slowly, we finally make it to the bathroom. She turns the water on for me and exits the room while I wash. Stepping under the warm spray, I close my eyes and let the water cascade down my aching body. Grabbing the loofa, I soap it up and run it over my body, noticing new cuts and slices along my torso. As I bring the sponge down lower to do my thing, I pull it back up and damn near fall to my knees.What the fuck is this?Reaching down, I feel a barbell caught in the netting of the loofa.When did I get my clit pierced? I do not remember doing that. What the hell is going on?Finally getting it undone, I finish up and step out of the shower, wrapping myself in a fluffy towel. I wipe the mirror off, and run a comb through my long hair, leaving it down to air dry as I go in search of some clothes. Opening the door, I see a pair of jeans and a shirt with a bra and panties on top.Why do I have clothes here in my size? How long have I truly been here?
Getting dressed, I stand in front of the same window Flynn was at earlier and take in the scenery, wishing I knew why I was here in the first place. All these unanswered questions are just waiting to boil over. I’m not sure how long I can hold it all in until I start itching to kill someone. I grip the nearest chair as my head starts to spin. Strong hands catch me before I fall and aman with bicolored eyes greets my vision as I take a deep breath. I try to focus while the room spins and the man in my head smiles as a whisper greets my ears, “Easy there. I think you’ve had enough for one day. You should go lay down.” I turn to look over my shoulder and the vision disappears as a tall, muscular man with blonde hair and hazel eyes helps me into the chair.
“Um, who the fuck are you?” I sass, not giving a fuck because why are his hands on my body? He laughs, taking a step back.Good idea buddy.
“Ahh, Flynn said you were a firecracker. Guess I didn’t believe the old man.” He states, smiling down at me, showcasing his dimples.Jesus, why does he have to be so good looking?
“He never lies, but again, who are you? And did anyone ever teach you not to sneak up on a lady? Sheesh.” I say, looking him up and down, and damn, he is one fine man. He stands there wearing all black trousers with a white button down and a black vest over it. A shoulder holster like mine flaps against his chest and I lick my lips. His hair is shaved on both sides all the way down to the skin with tattoos I can't make out from this angle and his straight blond hair flops over to one side, in a messy kind of way.
“You done eye fucking me yet, Gra?” He asks as he bends down to wipe the fake drool from my lips.The second that word leaves his mouth, a sense of something…almost deja vu-like hits me, but I can’t place it.I shake my head as I roll my eyes and slap his hand away, trying to hide my embarrassment with violence.
“You wish. Don’t make me ask again, because the next time won’t be with words.” I warn, raising a brow at his gorgeous face that I’d love to punch right about now.
“Mmm, I take that as a challenge. Guess I’m a glutton for punishment and want to see what you’re made of.” He chides, taking a step closer, caging me into the chair.
“You have such gorgeous eyes and a sassy fucking mouth. I wonder how you would look on your knees looking up at me while my cock was down your throat and drool falling from those sexy lips.” He says, his voice dripping with honey causing my traitorous pussy to purr. I quickly come to my senses because, who the fuck does this joker think he is to speak to me that way? I lean in, as if I’m going to kiss him, but I spit in his face and push him away as I stand, his eyes never leaving mine as he takes his two fingers, wipes my spit from his face and licks them clean.
“You taste so sweet, Gra. I’d love to get a taste of your pussy.” He groans, and I rear my arm back and punch him in the nose, reveling in the feel of his nose crunching. He stumbles for a second as his eyes narrow at me with blood dripping down his chin. I smile and walk over to my bed, climbing in as he continues to stare like a fucking creep.
“You’re dismissed, Madra.” I spit, with a smirk on my face. He growls at the nickname but stomps out of my room without another word.
Taking a deep breath and a sip of water, my stomach grumbles and my head spins once again. I lay back and shut my eyes as I wait for Flynn to return.
I turn on my side, getting myself comfortable and that bicolored eye man enters my brain as I drift to sleep, wondering who the fuck he is.
twenty-five
Warm Mouth & Bleeding Shaft
Jameson
Gasping awake, I take in my surroundings, ready to scream as I feel the cold leather straps on my wrists and ankles.I should’ve known better.Why did I let him do this to me? Why? He can never keep his word. I’m such a fucking idiot.
“Disappointment is more like it.”
“You couldn't even kill us, let alone yourself.”