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C h a p t e r T h r e e »»————> W e a k n e s s <————«« Ryder Capra
"Fuck!" I scream as her small body collapses in mine. Her tanned skin grows colder quicker than she should. Her face slowly goes pale, the blood that colored her large cheeks under her eyes drains last.
"Goddammit Sofia!" I press harder on her wrist but blood still seeps through her wound.
It's bright red, meaning she hit a vein. Why did she have to cut so deep?
Fuck.
Fucking hell Sofia!
Guilt and pain lashes through me like violent currents during a raging storm at sea.
I shouldn't have hit her. I know that. I'm never violent unless I need to be. I have also never captured a woman before. Fortunately this is new to me. I never wanted to hurt a woman.
My father never had seen any reason to kidnap and torture a woman, let alone a woman who believed she had nothing to do with our business. Poor girl has done nothing, but I need her to fear me, no matter how bad it stings.
I need her to not see any hope in me, I cannot have her big brown eyes stare at me, longing for an escape, expecting I will slip up, because I don't. I never have and never will. That is how I am so successful, so trusted with my father. I run this operation, and he knows it. He may be the boss as of now, but soon he will realize that that will not last long.
This business, a dark, and sinful business at that, is power. I am power, and I crave it.
I pick up her body and rush upstairs, laying her down on the ground, I search for something to treat the wound. I grab alcohol pads, stitching needles and thread, bandages, and cut cream.
I clean her wound, the blood isn't rushing as fast. It would be really nice if it just stopped as a whole, but no. I quickly thread the needle. My fingers fumble making it 10 times harder than it should be.
"Fuck!" I scream.
I can't lose her, not now. Not yet. I just got her. I've spent too long trying to get her.
Years planning with my brother to trap her like a mouse, I won't let go, ever. I have sank my claws deep in her flesh and it will scar, decorating her skin until her very last breath.
It's too bad Kai messed up by going soft. Father was outraged by him, so disgusted with him speaking words of love about Sofia.
Truly, I could understand how he got off just by thinking about her. This business can create a lot of sexual frustration, due to very extreme lack of sexual interaction. Always too busy shoving blades in bodies, never getting a chance to stick our cocks into a moaning goddess.
The five years my brother had his hands elbow deep into her case, he lacked any form of intimacy, I on the other hand was young, shoving my aching member into any woman that brushed her ass against me.
