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When I’d spanked her.

Again.

I was a sadistic as fuck man.

With her sleeping soundly, it was time for me to try to do the same. Yet I couldn’t leave the room.

I’d managed to open the door. I’d stood quietly, every muscle tense.

But I couldn’t walk out of her room.

Maybe I just wanted to watch over her. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust my soldiers. I did. They were highly trained and skilled, several skilled marksman comparable to any American military special unit.

But I was antsy, more concerned about her than I had been with anyone over the years. That did say something.

Maybe too many things.

I took up a perch in the chair near the bed, making myself comfortable. The weapon would remain, but there was no need to place it in my hand. No one was getting in this house without my knowledge.

At least the chair was comfortable, the room cool with a light breeze flowing in through the crack in the open door. She seemed to love the fresh air. I’d need to remember that when I altered the system.

Windows and doors could be isolated, but she’d need to embrace she couldn’t leave her bedroom exterior door open on a regular basis.

I leaned my head against the back of the chair. As usual, I was overthinking everything. It wasn’t always one of my best traits, even if I was detail-oriented.

Within seconds, I realized my eyelids were heavy. I rubbed my eyes once again, the dryness burning both. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d slept for more than an hour or two at a time.

I closed them, hoping a few seconds would help. She made no noise sleeping, but the consistent rise and fall of her chest allowed me to feel more at ease.

What was I going to do with her?

I honestly wasn’t…

CHAPTER 15

Alexandra

“You can’t run, little girl. I will find you. You fucked with the wrong people.”

No. No. He couldn’t find me. He would kill me. I ran and stopped, repeating the cycle. The forest was dark, the air so humid that perspiration was dripping from my face, stinging my eyes. I had to get away. How had the monster found me?

I dared take another fifty steps, tripping over a pile of debris.

His laugh floated through the air, the crunching sound of the thugs’ boots coming from everywhere. They were all around, ready to capture me. What was I going to do?

I had to think.

Hide.

If I could find a place to stay hidden for a little while, the bastard would eventually grow bored. Yet he’d heard my single muffled moan as I’d tumbled to the ground. I had to change directions. When I did, the trees thinned out just enough that the full moon could easily find its way streaming through the trees.

I was more cautious, my leg hurting like a son of a bitch from scrapes and bruises. But I kept on. Night sounds were enough to terrify me, crickets and frogs singing as if for their master. I had to ignore. Ignore. Ignore!

“Don’t you know what happens to bad girls who see things they shouldn’t have?” His laugh was even more ominous, as if he already knew the outcome.

It wasn’t looking good for me.

My throat was strangled as I zigged and zagged, forced to plant my hand against a tree so I could rest for a second.