After a long second, he holds out my cell, and I take it. Letting out a long breath, I pray Matt hasn’t found the tracker. It’s not common for the Lords to use them. It should be mandatory if you ask me. But then again, I actually love my wife.
Then without another word, he turns away from the bed and picks up his jacket off the couch and exits the room.
“Ryat—”
“Give me a hundred,” I interrupt Gavin. After a long second, he concedes.
“I’ll need an hour.”
“You’ve got twenty minutes!” I snap. I lie back on the bed, and he too turns and storms out of the room, and my father-in-law follows him.
I unlock my phone and go to the app. “Please, please, please,” I chant. When I see the red dot, my eyes start to sting, and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Laying my head on my pillow, I sniff. “I’ve got you, Blake. I’m coming.” Then I pull up a contact and press call.
BLAKELY
SITTING IN THE middle of the bed, I rock back and forth. I’m pretty sure I’m starting to go insane. I’ve cried until I made myself sick to my stomach. Multiple times. Over Ryat jumping in front of me and slamming me into a door to be a human shield. Now—I’m pissed at him. So, fucking angry that he allowed Matt to win and left me behind.
Getting up from the bed, I walk to the adjoining bathroom to use the restroom. This is my life. Loneliness and boredom.
It makes me wonder if this is what Ryat felt like those days he was in jail. But only he knew he’d be released when his job was done.
Me? I’m in for life. And my mother plans on ripping my baby not only from my arms but my actual body. I can’t allow that. I won’t. I have a plan, but I’m not sure how I’m going to execute it. And if I try and fail? What will they do to me then?
Finishing going to the bathroom, I go to the sink and wash my hands. Drying them off, I go back to the bedroom for another long afternoon of staring at the wall. I don’t even have a TV. I’m guessing that’s so I have no idea what is going on with the outside world.
Exiting the bathroom, I yelp when I see Matt standing by the side of the bed, inspecting my breakfast. I had to pretty much shove it down my throat. I’m not hungry, but I won’t starve my child.
He turns to face me, and I take a step back into the bathroom. Chuckling, he walks over to stand in the doorway, his large frame now blocking my only exit.
Great, Blake! Real smart. “What do you want?” I demand.
His blue eyes drop to my bare legs and run up over my thighs until they reach the bottom of my shorts. Then over my shirt. “I think you know exactly what I want.”
I shake my head. “My mother …”
He reaches out, wraps a hand around my neck, and shoves my back into the wall to the right. His body presses into mine, and the fact that I can feel his hard dick inside his jeans makes me want to vomit again. “Your mother isn’t fucking here!” He smiles down at me. “Plus, I can come inside you and not have to worry about knocking you up.”
I whimper, my hands trying to pry his away that’s wrapped around my neck, but it’s not working.
Leaning down, he runs his wet tongue along my face, and I gag as tears sting my eyes.
“You know. I pretended to be repulsed by your fixation of being raped.”
“It’s called forced-sex fantasy …” I grind out through clenched teeth. “Asshole.”
“No.” He shakes his head once. “I’m talking about rape, Blakely. Because I’m going to make you cry.” His eyes narrow on mine. “You’re not going to enjoy it or get off on it. Not like you did when I watched Ryat kidnap you from your apartment and then again in the woods.” He snorts. “I’m going to fucking hurt you, beat you, and humiliate you.”
My stomach sinks at the thought of what he’ll do to me if he gets the chance. And how whatever he has planned could hurt my baby.
“But I will give you a head start.” He lets go of my throat and takes a step back.
I sag against the wall, sucking in a breath while rubbing it.
“Just because I know how much you like the chase.” His eyes drop to my chest.
“I won’t …”
“Ten minutes,” he states, lifting his arm and looking down at his watch.
“Matt!” I snap. “I’m not going to …”
He backhands me across the face, knocking my head to the side. I gasp, my hands coming up to the wall so I don’t run into it.