“Turn it off,” I scream, but he continues to flick through one naked picture after another focusing on my different parts of my body.
It makes me sick, so sick I and violated I jump up and punch the remote out of his hand.
When he turns I slap him so hard my fingers rake over his cheek and draw blood.
He growls and lunches for me but I dodge him and try to make a run for it threw the door.
But I don’t make it.
I was never going to make it.
Just like always, Jude is too fast, too strong, too wicked for me.
He grabs my shoulders and yanks be back to him, then he grabs my hair so hard it rips and my scalp feels like it’s dislodging from my head.
The scream that tears from my throat echoes around the room and feels like it’s coming from my soul.
When he slaps me in my face I scream again and break down.
“Fucking little bitch. You won’t do that again. I’m going to enjoy punishing you. I’ll take you back home, and execute Amy and her family in front of you. Then I’ll find your mother and do the same. That will get us started off on the right foot.”
“No, please. Don’t hurt them. Please Jude, don’t.”
“My dear Olivia, I’m afraid their deaths are inevitable, or I wouldn’t be Jude Kuzmin. Come I have a special room is ready for you. one with chains and whip to beat your ass into submission. It’s time fuck you and remind you who owns you. It’s not Aiden Romanov.”
Oh God, I can’t bear it. I can’t.
He pulls me through the door, with his hand gripped in my hair.
I stumble on the stone floor nearly tripping over and because of that pulling my hair even more. We walk on to a raised platform, walking past several offices with computers set up on banks of desks. From the outside of the building I assumed the whole place was a house. A house that was heavily guarded with men carrying serious artillery. That gave a prison effect. Now it’s clear from the rooms we pass that other people work here. There are people inside now, men and women working like it’s an everyday job. These people work for the Order, as normal as they look they work for them. I wonder in what capacity. Some look at us and turn a blind eye.
I suppose they must be used to seeing a man practically shoving a woman around and carrying her by her hair.
We continue down a corridor where that looks more like a person’s home. It’s carpeted unlike the stone floor and there are flowers in exotic looking vases and paintings on the wall.
When we get to the end of the corridor an elderly man rushes up to us with a little boy.
I fix my gaze on the boy because he looks familiar. He must be about eight or nine years old and his face …
His face although so young looks just like Aidan’s.
He’s the spitting image of his father. There’s no way that this isn’t Aiden’s son. And it would fit that he is because we’re in Brazil and a place that belongs to the Order. Everything fits.
“Aleksei,” I mutter and the boy looks at me.
“How do you know my name?” he asks and Jude snarls.
“Get him out of here,” he barks.
“I can’t. He’s back. Aiden’s back.”
Aiden is here?
Please God let him save us.
“What do you mean he’s back?”
“He’s back with more men and the gates just opened for him. The camera picked him up going down to the facility. The doors down there just opened automatically for them without a security pass.”