Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
The beep of the door as the keycard is swiped near it makes my breath freeze. My lungs burn as I watch the team enter the hotel room.
Fully expecting to see yet another pawn in Henry's game, I'm breathless when I see Henry sitting on the sofa in the room as if he had been expecting us all along.
"Get your fucking hands up," Bandera growls. "Someone cover her up with a blanket."
Rage swirls deep inside my guts at the sight of Morgan on the bed, completely naked and strapped down like a hog ready for slaughter.
"What the fuck did you do to her?" Bandera growls as he pulls Henry from the sofa and slams him to the floor on his stomach.
"Nothing she didn't beg me for," Henry says.
I don't know how Bandera restrains himself. If I were the one putting him in cuffs, I'd have my hands around his throat and wouldn't relent until his face turned blue.
"Piece of shit," Bandera growls as he climbs off Henry's back and forces him to stand. "Don't even look in her fucking direction."
I refocus on Heathen as he works to untie Morgan's arms and legs. The sight of the irritated skin at her wrists makes me mad enough to spit fire.
"We need to get you to a hospital," Heathen says, his tone even and professional.
"I d-don't need a hospital," Morgan says with a sob.
"Morgan," Heathen says. "If he—"
"He didn't," she interrupts. "He didn't."
"Thank fuck," Wren whispers, his voice swirling around me in the conference room, making me feel even more out of touch with what's going on.
I feel like I should be there with her, but I'm the reason she's in this mess to begin with. I wouldn't be surprised if the woman never wanted to lay eyes on me again. I wouldn't blame her either.
Chapter 37
Morgan
I'm trembling more now that the Cerberus guys are in the room than I was before they arrived. Shame and guilt fill me from the soles of my feet to the top of my head even though I'm a rational person and know that I've done nothing wrong.
"You're gonna be okay," Ellis assures me as he works to remove the restraints, first at my hands before moving to my feet.
I grip the blanket I was handed to my chest the second my hands are free, hating that every man in this room has now seen me completely naked and splayed out on this fucking bed.
Tears streak down my face as my legs are untied, and I can't resist curling into myself against the headboard as I watch Bandera cuff Henry and drag him from the room.
"Your clothes," Ellis says, drawing my attention.
He's standing on the side of the bed with my belongings in his hands.
"What happens now?" I manage, keeping my eyes on the door in fear that Henry will somehow break free and come after me again despite Ellis and Whiskey being in the room with me.
"He'll go to jail," Ellis explains.
"And me?"
"Tell me what you need, and I'll make it happen," he says, and I can hear the truthfulness in his voice that he'll do anything in his power to give me what I ask for.
"He didn't hurt me," I whisper, my hands trembling as I grip the blanket under my chin.
"Morgan," Ellis whispered. "He hurt you."
His words make me sob even harder because he's right. I may not be covered in bruises or visible wounds, but I haven't made it out of this unscathed. I can only imagine what the lasting trauma from something like this is going to look like.
"Get dressed so we can get you out of here," he says with a gentle smile before placing my clothes on the end of the bed and turning his back so I can climb off the bed with some dignity.
As if choreographed, Whiskey turns as well. Their care in this situation goes a very long way in helping me start my journey of forgiving them for the interrogation yesterday.
My hands tremble as I close myself into the bathroom, and turning the lock on the door takes several tries. I eye the shower, the overwhelming feeling of being unclean, making it nearly impossible to dress, but staying here longer than I have to would be much worse.
Ellis, Whiskey, and Twisted are all standing in the room when I leave the bathroom, and thankfully, this time, it's Ellis who steps forward, his arm extended for me to step into instead of Twisted. I'm grateful to the man for his help after the Halloween party, but knowing he has feelings for me, it seems like him comforting me now would be inappropriate.
"Where are we going?" I ask as Ellis wraps his arm around my back and escorts me from the room.
Thankfully, Henry is nowhere to be seen as Ellis guides me toward the elevator, the other two guys flanking us as if they're protecting some dignitary from another country.