Page 18 of Cruel Proposal
The door opens, and the guard steps out.
I shove her inside, enjoying her shocked gasp.
My hand slips out of her hair as the door shuts behind us.
She could try and get to the weapons before me, but I don't think she's stupid enough to try it. Not when I'm paying attention to her and what she's doing.
"Emilio?" Summer rushes over to him, her hands cupping his sweaty face.
Interesting.
I resist the urge to pull her away from him, instead leaning against the wall and crossing my arms, wanting to see where this is going.
She taps his cheeks. "Emilio. Come on. It's me."
His eyes open, and a small smile pulls at his lips.
Looks like the blood loss is starting to get to him. Shame. I'm going to have to arrange for a transfusion so we can keep the fun going.
"Didn't think I was going to see you again." Emilio forces a smile.
"Oh, for fuck's sake, don't be dramatic. I only cut two fingers off. You're not bleeding out that badly. Just wait until I get to the rest of you."
Summer whips around and glares at me. "You're not going to put another hand on him. I don't know what the fuck you think you're doing, but it's not going to be this. He doesn't deserve this."
I stalk around the room, glancing at the chains hanging from the ceiling. In a flash, I grab her and haul her over to them.
She fights me, but I pin her to the wall with my body.
"I'm going to fucking kill you," Summer says, venom in her voice as I wrench one hand above her head.
"You're welcome to try." I lock the shackle around her wrist before reaching for the other.
The second I step back, her leg comes up, foot aimed right for my face.
I smack it out of the way before grabbing it and locking her ankles in the shackles on the ground.
Emilio tries to turn around in his chair to see what's going on, but he can't. "Stop. You don't have to hurt her."
I stand up, inches away from Summer. "Want to tell me why you and the spy sitting right there seem to care so much about each other?"
"He was my first boyfriend," she says, as if she thinks telling me the truth is going to help anything.
It only makes me more annoyed. And I hate the fact that knowing they have this connection annoys me.
But I can use this. I can make her pliable, show her that I'm not a man to be fucked with. Nothing I've done yet has seemed to scare her enough, but this might work. This might be all I need to get through until the auction.
After that, she's going to be someone else's problem.
I go to the weapons lining the table, picking up a hammer. "I've heard that breaking your knee hurts like hell."
Emilio pales as I slam the hammer into the side of his knee.
There's a sickening crunch that fills the room.
Summer's screams echo off the walls, drowning out the sounds of his groans.
Humming, I move to the other side of his body, lining up the shot and taking it.
