In which an exchange student falls into the hands of a dangerous man.
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Brazen and bold Freya Cannon finds herself signing up for a study-abroad opportunity presented to her by her college counselor. When her and her close friend Mia learn that...
WARNING. This chapter is considerably dark and is NOT recommended for most audiences. Depictions of gore/murder take place. Look for "***" to skip past these parts.
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***I USED HIS GUTS to hang him.
I meant every word I said earlier. That if that fat fuck even dares to imagine touching a single hair on Freya's head, I'd beat his face in so hard that his next generation will feel it.
And so, beating I did.
I kept Freya on lockdown with some of my best men, kept her supplied with all of her favorite foods and movies. Hell, not like she needed any of that when Damian and Santi refused to leave her room anyway. I had to manhandle the two of them just to give her a few minutes of alone time.
Not only that, but she started therapy sessions with one of Spains most renowned psychologists. All in the comfort of her own bedroom. She swears that she's fine, but I don't believe that for a fucking minute. How could she be?
She was kidnapped, threatened, and only the Lord knows what else Massimo spewed her way. All empty threats of course, because he hardly made it two miles off of my property before I was ramming my Aston Martin into his car and pivoting him into a ditch. I made sure to do it in such a way that would leave my pretty girl unharmed.
I've never felt that sort of bloodlust before. A sort of blinding, blood boiling hatred that takes complete control. I've been mad many times, but the moment I saw Freya's frightened face in the back seat of his black SUV, I lost all control. It was like something in me dissipated, like my humanity snapped.
All I could see was red as I stormed over to the car. I had to give Freya a quick glance just to reassure my own self that she was okay. When I saw that she was fine, otherwise falling in and out of consciousness, I continued to the front of the car and ripped that perverted bastard straight from his seat.
He was already bleeding and I swore to the storming clouds above. Because I wanted to make the first cut, I wanted to inflict pain all the way from beginning to end.
A few gunshots to his leg, a few punches to his hideous face. It wasn't enough, I knew it wasn't, but it was enough for right then. I had to make sure Freya was okay. Did he hurt her? Did he touch her?
Fuck, it felt like my heart was seconds away from bottoming out. I can't ever stand seeing her anything but her typical fiery self. And in that moment, when I gently pulled her from the car and laid her in my lap, I think I felt my heart break.
I've never felt something like it before. The sharp, dull ache in my chest, the tears clouding my waterline, the helplessness strangling me at my core.
