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But Nick and I?
We’ve always shared our hearts. I knew he had to hide who he loved, and later, he knew I was doing the same.
“Why Jace?” Nick reaches up, tousling my hair as he answers Viv, “Because you’re getting the sweetest king.”
“Sweetest?” Looking at Vivian, I remember where we are and why we’re here. “Just remember how sweet I am when you see how savage I can be.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
VIVIAN
Two guards stand beside a thick,metal interior door. With Jace’s nod, they unlock it, letting it creak open on its hinges.
The rotten smell hits me first, followed by the sight of the almost-naked man chained to the far wall as lights flicker on.
They buzz, blinking to life like David’s swollen eyelids.
His wrists are shackled in long chains, secured to the concrete wall. He’s lying on a bare mattress on the floor, a humiliating orange bucket beside him.
That’s the smell. One of the guards removes it, and the other replaces it with an unused one.
Immediately, it’s fresher in here.
An empty tray with a sandwich crust and a knocked-over plastic cup rest beside David as he scrambles to his feet, his shocked stare finding focus on us.
The guards must’ve fed him before they put the red ball gag in his mouth. David’s drooling over it, screaming with his glare aimed at me.
But it’s hard to take him seriously in his cartoon character boxers. I never could. Why he thought dressing like a petulant boy attracted adult women always confounded me.
But now?
Who cares?
I twiddle my fingers. “Like what you’ve done with the place. It’s giving très-fuck-you vibes.”
Zar snorts, and Nick glares as David shrieks at me. It’s all garble and drool.
Jace saunters over to the metal table against the left wall. On it lie David’s clothes, neatly folded. His suitcase from Florida zipped open for inspection, his phone and pink corduroy fanny pack resting on top.
But that’s not what Jace goes for.
He starts to unroll a black leather knife bag, revealing an array of sharp metal implements that widen my eyes.
“Wow, David.” I have no filters, only victory in my voice. “You’ve really pissed off the wrong man this time.” Snapping my fingers, I point at Jace. “Correction: that’smybig, hotman who has a few questions for you.”
“Furrrrr uuuuu,” David drivels.
Whoops, he didn’t think that slurred slur through.
Jace walks over and back slaps his face so hard that it sounds like he broke one of David’s teeth.
Eerily calm, Jace vows, “Speak to my woman again that way, and I’ll cut your tongue out and make you eat it.”
David whimpers as Jace grabs a shiny knife from the table before returning to loom over him. Skimming the sharp blade over David’s childish underwear, Jace sneers, smiling. “Nod if you’re my bitch now.”
He slices open David’s boxers, his shriveled dick falling out as David nods, pissing himself a little.
My heart starts racing.
