Owned by the Bad Boy(32)
Boucher curls a massive hand into a fist and walks toward me.
He’s not going to fucking hit me.
Wrong.
The fist whirls out of nowhere, sinking right between my ribs. I drop like a stone as pain explodes over my body. I gasp for breath as my knees hit the cement hard.
A deep chuckle reverberates in my ears. “No dash cam. Too bad for you.”
I can’t fight back. I can’t.
A blow crashes into the side of my face. The bastard knocks me down, agony fracturing my skull.
His voice booms in my ear. “Let Claire go.”
“Fuck. You.”
Hard leather crashes into my stomach, the dull pain making me gag.
“I won’t stop until you’re behind bars forever. You’ll never see your son, and then I take her for myself.”
I’ll kill him. I’m going to fucking rip his balls out—
I roll on my back as he shoves his hands deep in his pockets.
He’s just trying to goad you.
That sickening smile tugs at his lips as I heave on the ground, and then he turns and walks away. Whistling.
He’s a fucking dead man.
* * *
“Luc, calm the fuck do—”
“I want him dead! I want to be the one to rip his fucking throat out!”
It’s like screaming into wind. The padded walls absorb the sound. Johnny’s smooth voice crackles in my ear, the phone shaking in my hand.
“All right, calm—”
“Don’t tell me to fucking calm down! He threatened to take my son away!”
Every time I imagine my son being ripped from my arms, I want to cry out at the hole gaping in my chest. I want to run upstairs and make sure he’s still there. He’s my son. Mine.
“This cop is a fucking lunatic. No way that’s going to happen.”
Clutching my gun, I pace the small room, walking past a petrified Claire, who is frozen on the bed.
“He’ll back off. He was just trying to scare you.”
A jolt of energy hits me.
“Are you really trying to brush this off?”
“He was way out of line, but I’m not going to give you the go ahead to kill him. Are you fucking crazy?”
“He threatened my son.”
“He’s a fucking cop! If he was anyone else, you wouldn’t even have to ask. My hands are tied.”
Boucher is not going to let up.
I grimace in pain and sit down on the chair, the gun hanging between my knees.
“Look, just sit tight and don’t give him an excuse to arrest you. It’ll be fine.”
That chilling smile flashes through my mind again.
“I can’t promise that I’ll be a good boy.”
A ripple of anger runs through me when I see her fidget on the bed.
This is all her fault.
“Luc. Don’t fuck with that cop. Be smart. Luc!”
I end the call and let my arm drop to my side.
Her face shines with tears. “Luc, what’s happening? What did he do to you?”
She doesn’t deserve to be upset. I’m the one she fucked over. If that cop gets what he wants, she’ll be free.
“Your cop thinks he can take you away from me. Is he right?”
She shakes her head violently, her hair tossing from side to side. My perfect little Claire. She cries so beautifully. Doesn’t she? The deceptive little bitch.
Her arms must ache from being in those shackles for hours. I lean over, unbuckling them, and she sits up with a moan.
My scar flares. I feel something gentle on my cheek, but it sends a thrill of fear to my heart. She cries out as I snatch her wrist and squeeze.
“You want this, don’t you? You want that cop to put me away again—”
“No!”
“—So you can take my son and fuck off somewhere. It’s not going to happen.”
She yelps as I stand up, yanking Claire to her feet. Her soft body bumps into mine, and I’m sure she can feel my heart pounding like a steel drum.
“Luc, I swear to God—”
“Shut up.”
I yank her toward the suspended chains and raise her arms to the ceiling, securing the lined cuffs around her wrists. They pull her arms up so that she almost has to rise on her toes. I love the way her tits slope on her chest through the thin fabric. Her chest pulses wildly like a captured bird. I find the box filled with my toys. All of my shit was put into storage when I went away. I pick up a pair of scissors and open the shears.
Claire’s eyes go as big as saucers. She cries out as I approach her with them.
“No!”
I don’t say a word as I hook the scissors through her neckline and I cut. Her scream hits my ears, and I cut a clean line. Then I tear the flimsy dress with a quick jerk of both hands. I slice the shoulders and it falls off her skin to crumple into a heap on the ground. Her stomach muscles quiver as she dances from foot to foot. Then I slide the blade right between her tits, under the bra strap.