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Billionaire's Captive : Complete Trilogy(46)
Author: Stasia Black

I cough out a bitter laugh that has me curling over in pain.

“He’s in here. He struck out at me. He’s not in his right mind.”

I blink up blearily at the voices. The nurse is back, but this time there are two orderlies with her. Big guys.

I don’t get it at first, what they’re all doing here.

“Be careful,” the nurse warns. “He’s the one with—you know. He’s the patient.”

The two big guys hold up their hands as they approach. That’s when I see the fucking restraints they’re holding.

“No.” I start to sit up in bed, then immediately collapse back.

“We don’t want any trouble. We just want to make it safe for everyone.”

What did she tell them? That the monster in quarantine attacked her?

“I didn’t—” I try to defend myself but speaking is so painful and it doesn’t matter anyway. Their minds are already made up.

“Let me sedate him first,” the second orderly says, like I’m not even in the room. He approaches with a needle.

The fuck? They think they can just knock me out and tie me the fuck up? For how long? I’m not a damned animal. I’m still a man.

But men can speak and reason and all I can do as they approach is grunt and shake my head and try feebly to hold them back. And finally thrash and scream until it takes both of them to hold me down to shove the needle in my arm until I descend into the nightmare hellscape of my dreams again.

“Logan!” calls out the beautiful girl with the green-flecked amber eyes. “Logan, where are you? I can’t find you!” She’s surrounded by fire and reaching out blindly.

I try to call for her but I have no voice and I can’t move, I’m tied down. I’m helpless as she’s burned alive, and then the fire comes for me, burning, burning, the flame endlessly searing my body from the inside out.

 

 

Present Day

 

I jerk awake, my hands immediately going to my face, then to my hands and wrists. Free. I’m not tied to that fucking hospital bed anymore.

Fuck, I haven’t had the nightmares that take me back to that time in months. I scrub my face as I come back to myself, then get to my feet. I look at the destruction all around me and hear my mentor’s voice in my head: Dr. Knox, who took me in when I was disfigured and broken, thrown away by everyone and anyone. Don’t expect life to be fair. This rage will do nothing but destroy you. Instead, use that energy to create. If you must destroy, destroy only those who are your enemies, not yourself.

I was alone, cast away by everyone, locked away in that quarantine ward, when Dr. Knox found me. He made everything possible. He set me on my course. And for a while everything seemed so clear. I was clear. I had purpose and drive and I knew who I was.

But now?

“What do I fucking want?” I ask out loud, kicking out at a particularly large piece of vase that managed to survive, sending it flying across the floor and into the wall.

Her face immediately comes to mind.

Daphne.

I want her. I thought I wanted revenge but deep down, she’s what I’ve always wanted.

Even if she doesn’t want you back? Even if she’s faithless?

I can never trust her, not now.

But I can still possess her.

Don’t expect life to be fair. And possession is nine-tenths of the law. If she’s mine, he can never have her. She’ll be in my bed. Her ass under my belt, submitting so beautifully.

If I can’t have love, then I’ll break and enslave her to my mastery. No, she’s not done with me. She’ll never be rid of me. Not in this life or the next, I’ll imprint myself so deeply on her. There will be no escape.

I stand and pull my phone from my trouser pocket. I pull up her contact and begin my message, then hit send:

Over your previous stay, you earned back 10 of the 130 Belladonna patents I own. I’ll expect you back at the castle at sundown tomorrow to begin earning the rest back.

Almost immediately, I see the icon that says she’s read my text, but it’s more than an hour before she finally texts back, just two letters, but they’re all I need: OK.

 

 

Six

 

 

Present Day

Daphne

 

 

“I don’t understand.” Rachel sounds as defeated as I feel.

I stay bent over my suitcase so I don’t have to face her, but that just means I can’t ignore the damn ring glittering on my finger.

“If I don’t go back, we won’t have a company. Belladonna will cease to exist.”

“I can’t believe all this,” Rachel says. I told her the bare minimum, the castle, the patents. How I’ve been negotiating with Logan Wulfe, my father’s former student, to take back ownership of my father’s research.

I’ve left out the exact details of our negotiations. Especially how they involve me naked and bared to Logan’s belt.

“You don’t have to believe it. Just know I’ll do what it takes to get those patents back. Whatever it takes.” I force my cheeks to rise in a tight and tooth-achy smile. “It won’t be like last time. I won’t just disappear, I promise. I have my phone—” I hold up the cell with the freshly fixed screen. “And I’ll check in.”

“You better. Or I’ll tell the press where you are.”

My smile turns into a grimace. I can only imagine Logan’s reaction to a flood of paparazzi on his lawn.

“I’ll be fine, I promise.”

Rachel’s silence says it all. She doesn’t believe me. Hell, I don’t believe me. But Logan would never really hurt me. As angry as he was, he confined his punishment to a kinky game. A kinky game we both love to play. He wants a piece of ass, not a pound of flesh.

But he had wanted more. When he let me go, I saw the man he was, the couple we could be.

And then I threw it all away. Logan sees my actions as betrayal but I have to convince him otherwise. I have no choice. He holds my past, present and my future in his hands. I own you.

I unlock my phone and check my texts. The last one from Logan makes me shiver:

Over your previous stay, you earned back 10 of the 130 Belladonna patents I own. I’ll expect you back at the castle at sundown tomorrow to begin earning the rest back.

And my reply: Ok.

On my way. I add. Then I tuck my phone in my pocket and close my suitcase. The zipper is loud in the quiet. The sound is so smooth and unwavering, so final.

“All packed,” I say with mock cheer. “I called my dad and told him I’d be on break, but I’d check in.” Dad was so excited—he’d already heard of my engagement from my goddamn fiancé. I kept the conversation short. “I put you down as a second emergency contact in case something happens and the nurse can’t get a hold of me.”

Rachel stirs. “What about Adam?” she asks.

My heartbeat stutters. I press a hand to my chest.

“Daphne? Are you okay?”

“Fine,” I force out. I don’t have time to be sick right now. I have to be okay. “I don’t know what to do about Adam.”

I finally face her. She’s perfectly dressed and coiffed as usual, but she’s wrapped one arm around her middle and the other crossed over her chest, protecting and comforting herself. Her face is wan and pale.

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