I repeat myself. “Get your dirty as fuck hands off me.”
“Or what?” he laughs. “You wouldn’t do it. You’ve had four years to fight back and you’ve never even tried, and you know why? Because you love it.”
I raise a brow, letting him see the wicked torture in my eyes that the last four years have caused me. “You don’t think I’ll do it?” I question. “Think again.”
I flick my wrist and the sharp blade sails across his throat, cutting a shallow groove, not deep enough to cause any real damage, but enough to sting like a mother fucking bitch, enough to have Damian high-fiving me while Slade spanked my ass for a job well done.
His eyes go wide as he throws his hand to his throat. “Fuck,” he roars, rushing across the room and grabbing an old shirt. He holds it to his throat and I watch as he panics over a little paper cut.
“You’re going to pay for that,” he warns me.
I let out a frustrated groan. “Fuck me,” I grumble, dropping down to the bed and teasing him with the knife in my hand. “You big shots really need to come up with some new scare tactics. Do you know how many times Lucien has used that line on me? It’s getting really old.”
“He clearly never got through to you. When I’m through with you…”
“What? What could you possibly do to make me conform? Hit me? Well, guess what? Lucien beat you to that? You could shoot me,” I say, drawing up the bottom of the robe to show my scar, “but Lucien beat you to that one too. Which only leaves throwing me down on the bed and raping me until I bleed.” I suck in a sarcastic breath and cringe. “Sorry…that option has been tested and tried and guess what? It didn’t work.”
Marcus narrows his eyes. “You’re lying,” he growls, unsure of himself. “Your virginity was part of the deal.”
I laugh. “How could you be so naive? Do you honestly think Lucien would raise me for thirteen years and not expect something in return? You saw the way he would watch you touching me. As if he could resist trying it for himself. You got fucked over while I just got fucked.”
Marcus strides over to me only stopping when I throw myself to my feet and hold out the knife that he now knows I won’t hesitate to use. “If I find out you’re lying…”
“Call him,” I suggest with a smug grin. “Ask him for yourself how he stole my virginity in my bedroom, took what was rightfully yours, and laughed about it, laughed at you.”
His jaw clenches again and I hold in my laughter, loving the lie. I mean, Lucien certainly raped me but he didn’t get the pleasure of taking my virginity. I made sure of that, but Marcus doesn’t need to know that.
Fire burns in his eyes. He’s furious and I love how he’s a puppet on a string, so easy to manipulate.
“Ask yourself,” I whisper, leaning in and pressing the tip of the knife to his chest, warning him not to move. “Why do you think I ran six months ago? What could have been so bad to make a little girl run from her home? He tore through me, stole my virginity in the blink of an eye.”
Marcus steps back before turning and storming over to the side of his room. He grabs a bottle of whiskey and takes a shot before his anger gets the best of him and he launches the bottle against the wall, watching it shatter into a million pieces.
“FUCK,” he growls, grabbing another and throwing that too, having an expensive little tantrum.
He strides back over to me, this time not giving a shit about the knife as he grabs my wrist and storms toward the door, pulling me along.
I struggle to keep up with his long strides, especially as he races back down the stairs. I stumble behind him, but he’s relentless, not for a second releasing his grip. I fall down the last few steps on my knees but he drags me along until I’m able to scramble to my feet.
Within seconds, he’s pushing through the internal garage door and throwing me against an Aston Martin. His hand slaps hard across my face and before I have a second to react, the door is opened and I’m thrown in.
Marcus drops down into the driver’s seat and doesn’t even wait until the garage door is completely opened before hitting the gas and flying up the longest driveway I’ve ever seen.
We get onto the main road with Marcus grumbling to himself and within the space of twenty minutes, we’re pulling into an all too familiar driveway, that has my chest sinking.
Chapter 14
The gate opens for Marcus’ Aston Martin and without wasting a second, he flies down Lucien’s driveway, making sure to mark it up with his fancy-ass tires.
This isn’t good. I was all for fucking around and angering him, but coming back here, no. I never wanted to step foot onto this property again. I thought marrying Marcus meant the end of Maria and Lucien for me. Sure, there would have been the occasional business meeting that would have seen Lucien in Marcus’ home, but this…I can’t.
Marcus comes to a screeching stop at the top of the driveway and instantly leans over me. He tears open the glove compartment and shoves his hand in, fishing around until he pulls out a small revolver.
My eyes widen as I tighten my grip on the knife. Shit is about to go down.
“Out,” he spits.
Seeing as though you don’t take a knife to a gunfight, I clamber out of the Aston Martin and hurry toward the front entrance. There are far too many stairs for me to manage in my exhausted state but it’s no issue for Marcus as he grabs my wrist and pulls me along, not caring when I trip over my sore feet.
His fist thumps loudly against the hardwood of the door. Once. Twice. Three times, but he’ll never get an answer. Maria and Lucien’s room is way over the other end. There would have been an alert that we entered through the gate but with how exhausting the day has been, they would have slept through it. I can guarantee that they have absolutely no idea that we’re here.
I’m torn. Marcus wants to go all out at Lucien with a gun and I’m kind of excited about that, but what happens if that gun is turned on me afterward. I’m used goods. He doesn’t want me now. Am I a loose end that he needs to deal with? Should I just start running in a zig-zag, hoping he has a shitty aim?
Fuck. I don’t know.
I have my knife and I know where at least fifty percent of the guns are hidden in this house, that’s assuming they haven’t been moved in the past six months. My bedroom was completely overhauled to minimize the accessibility to anything that could be used as a weapon so it’s possible everything else was too.
Coming to the realization that I need to know the outcome of this, I let out a sigh and nod to the third pillar. “The second brick from the bottom is loose. There’s a spare key,” I tell him, officially becoming an accomplice of this shit.
Marcus doesn’t waste a second and finds the key before jamming it into the lock with such ferocity that the whole door rattles on its hinges. I hash in the alarm code and a second later, he throws the door open and instantly hollers through the big house, his voice echoing off every wall. “GET YOUR GOOD FOR NOTHING, SLIMY ASS DOWN HERE, LUCIEN VALENTINE.”
There’s a noise and some banging coming from upstairs before Lucien’s face appears over the railing. “What is all the commotion?” he roars, pissed to have been woken. His facial expression turns to curiosity as he realizes who stands in his home before caution overtakes.