Taming Rafe Animals MC book 7

Chapter Three.

If the photo works it's of Raphael. 

After dinner, the man who had taken her cleaned up the table and Tess had to admit the food was delicious. He lead her to the small bathroom and then left her alone to shower.

She stood in the small room, tears choking her throat. He had been as kind as he could be during dinner but that didn't ease her fear or him. She knew the kinds of things men were capable of and this one seemed worse than the rest.

She waited a minute then shed here jacket laying it on the sink, she took off her heels and dropped them on the floor. Next, she untucked her dress shirt from her skirt and began unbuttoning it, one button at a time. She lay the satin shirt on the sink and then undid her belt and shimmied out of her pencil skirt laying it aside.

Standing in only her panties and bra she started the water and reached inside to feel the temperature.

She refused to look down at her own body, she couldn't' stand to see the bruises she knew were covering her hips, thighs, and waist.

She wanted a shower, she needed a shower more than she needed anything else. She shed her underclothes and stepped into the hot water letting it wash her clean.

She stood under the burning water until her skin was pink and almost raw from scrubbing then she forced herself to climb out. She wrapped in a fluffy white towel and was wondering what to wear when a soft knock interrupted her thoughts.

"I have some clothes," He called from the other side of the door.

She hesitated but had already checked the bathroom and realized there was nothing she could use as a weapon.

She opened the door and he was standing there, offering her a pair of grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt.

She carefully took the items from him, mumbling a short thank you. She waited for him to get cruel, waited for him to push the door open, force her onto the cold tile floor. Waited for his bruising hands and his teeth biting into her flesh but it didn't, he carefully closed the door and was gone.

She pulled on the pants, skipping her panties and instead threw them into the trash. She bundled up her bra and other clothes after pulling on the t-shirt.

She stepped into the main part of the cabin and looked around until she saw the man leaning against the fireplace, making it a point to not look at her.

"Thank you," She said, the words were sour to her tongue, thanking the man who kidnapped and would most likely kill her.

"Get some sleep," He replied.

"Are you at least going to tell me your name?" She asked.

"Why?"

"So I know who the man is that's going to kill me...I think you owe me that much."

He didn't reply and at first, she thought he was going to ignore her. He stared into the fire, the light from the flames making his scar stick out more that ran down his face.

She swallowed past the lump in her throat refusing to cry in front of him again and started back towards her room.

"Raphael," He said.

She stared at him a minute longer and then going into her room and closing the door. She looked around and then pushed the small end table against the door. She wasn't stupid enough to think it would keep him out but it would at least make enough noise to wake her up.