Angel Blackwood(88)

He climbs off of me and grabs one ankle. Before I know it, I’m being dragged back to the little cottage. I try latching onto the long grass. My hands are getting ripped to shreds, but I won’t stop fighting him and calling out for help. I try kicking with my free leg, but it doesn’t deter him.

I can feel the grass and sand going up my shirt, and the burn on my stomach and sides as I scrape across the ground. The memory of Drake’s first beating floods my mind, I can’t help but feel petrified and so I try even harder to latch onto the long grass. Anything could happen to me once I get into that cottage.

The long grass vanishes from my fingers and soon I’m being pulled over shorter grass, softer grass. We’re nearing the cottage. Chelsea continues to argue with Drake about details of my impending death, but Drake only grunts and growls in response.

The tight hold on my ankle drops and my foot falls to the ground. I reach forward grabbing at the grass trying to get away, but a hand grasps my shirt and pulls my up and into a standing position.

“Get inside now!” He growls into my ear. I try to get out of his clutch again, moving to kick between his legs, he anticipates it and instead I hit his knee. This only causes more pain on my end and I stumble over.

He grabs my hair and walks me into the little cottage, entering the living room he throws me to the floor. I look down at my hands and my suspicions are right, they’ve been torn up by the long thick grass. I hear the sound of a chain sliding against the floor. Looking up, I find Drake looming over me. Before I register what is happening, he has my left foot cuffed, chained and wrapped around the base of the built in table in the kitchen.

“Drake, let me go! Jax will find you and he will punish you for this!” I yell out to his back which is now facing me. He pauses his steps and turns to look at me over his shoulder.

“Jax doesn’t give a shit about you,” he spits out, continuing to walk toward the fridge. He pulls out a beer, opens it and drinks it until it’s completely empty before letting out a loud belch.

Disgusting.

“So what’s the plan of action, baby? What are we gonna do with her?” Chelsea keeps her eyes glued to me as I sit on the floor. I look around trying to find some kind of weapon or something I can use, but all there is in this dilapidated cottage is books and dust.

“We, are not going to do anything with her. Lexi and I have to make up for lost time, we have some catching up to do.” He licks his lips.

Chelsea looks at him, hurt evident on her face. “What? You said that we were going to get rid of her? That’s why I helped lure her here.” She looks back at me as understanding hits.

“You were never going to kill her, were you? You still want her.” Her menacing eyes find mine and she leaps at me.

“You bitch! You can’t have him! I won’t let you.” She elbows me in the nose as she comes down on me. I block my face with my injured hands, but she manages to grab my hair and scratch my chest with her talon like nails.

Seconds later she is ripped from me.

“I don’t want him! Just let me go and you can have him all to yourself!” I scream loudly, feeling my voice break. I back away as far as the chain on my leg will allow until my back hits the side of the sofa. “I don’t want him,” I say softly, looking into her eyes.

My eyes find Drake. I can see the anger in his eyes, the tremble of frustration in his shoulders and the fury, as his hands fist and flex as if he needs something to hit. He stalks slowly towards me and I turn trying to get as far away as I can away from him wishing the chain on my leg would give a little more.

He yanks at my hair as he climbs over me, and I scream out in pain.

He looks down at me snarling with black eyes.

“This would be a whole lot easier if you changed your attitude,” he sneers.

“What happened to you, Drake?” I whisper, feeling tears falling down my cheeks. Long gone is the boy next door that I used to love, he’s a completely different person now. There is nothing gentle or inviting about him.

He blinks his eyes as he looks down at me. “Was wondering when those tears were gonna fall.” He wipes one away and sucks the same finger. “It’s about time. You’ve been holding out on me, Lexi,” he chuckles, shaking his head.

He’s lost his damn mind for sure this time.

“I’m getting out of here. When Alpha figures out what we’ve done.” Chelsea’s voice has Drake’s head whipping around to look at her. A growl escapes his lips and it has me shivering under his tight hold.

“You will leave when I tell you to leave,” he says coldly.

“I don’t have to stand here and listen to you.” She moves towards the door.