TOO LATE : CHAPTER 41 – 50
Chapter 45
I stand up and rub a hand down my face. “For two years I still think about that night.
About what it felt like being the first person inside of her. The first person to make her come. The first person to make her scream out a name.
And every time I look at her, I love her a little bit more knowing that what happened between us will always be sacred. That I’ll get all those firsts and all those lasts.
That she would never allow another man to kss her. To touch her. To slide his thing inside of her and ruin her for me.”
I calmly walk over to Luke and squat in front of him again. “If I find out you took all that from me, Luke, she’ll be worthless to me.
Excuse me while I go upstairs to retrieve her. I think the three of us need to have a serious conversation.”
I send two of the fkers back inside to keep an eye on Luke while I run upstairs to retrieve my Sloan.
TOO LATE : CHAPTER 41 – 50
SLOAN- POV
The first thing I did after running upstairs to my bedroom was run to my nightstand for my phone. It wasn’t there. I looked on the floor, the bed, under the bed.
And then I remember Asa running up here right before dinner.
The bstard hid my phone.
As soon as I heard the shouting from downstairs, the scuffling, the crashes…I ran to my closet to hide.
Less than ten seconds later, someone pounded on the door. When I heard the words, “FBI, open up!” I was filled with relief.
I crawled out of the closet and swung open the door, but I immediately knew something wasn’t right.
The agent shoved me into the bedroom and slammed the door behind me, pointing a gvn at me. He ordered me on the bed and hasn’t allowed me to move or speak since he walked in.
It’s been a while now. Too long. I can sometimes make out the sounds of Dalton’s voice. Sometimes Jon or Kevin’s.
But not Asa’s.
And not Luke’s.
My stomach coils at the idea that Asa has anything to do with this.
But it wouldn’t be the first time he’s concocted a ridiculously elaborate scheme. It’s becoming his forte.
“Am I under arrest?” I ask the agent.
He remains in front of the door, but doesn’t answer my question.
“If I’m not under arrest, I’d like to go downstairs.”
He shakes his head no.
Fk this guy.
I stand up and try to walk around him, but he grabs my arm and tosses me back toward the bed. That’s when I know for sure something isn’t right with this whole situation.
I jump back up and attempt it again. “Help!” I scream, hoping to get someone else’s attention in the house.
He slaps his hand over my mouth and shoves me against the wall. “I suggest you shut your mouth and sit back down on the bed.”
I stomp on his foot, knowing I’m just making things worse for myself. But I’m tired of not fighting back.
His hands meet my shoulders and he shoves me against the wall so hard my head slams against it.
I wince and try to pull a hand up to my head, but he grabs my wrists and shoves them at my sides.
“You’re a feisty little thing,” he says, smiling like that’s something that’s supposed to turn him on.
Where the did this guy come from? The same womb as Jon?
“Help!” I scream again.
This time he shakes his head and says, “Don’t know how to keep your mouth shut, do you?” He presses his lips against mine and I hate men. I hate them. I hate them!
My eyes are wide open as I try to keep my lips pressed together against the force of his tongue.
I’m looking over the guy’s shoulder, struggling to free myself from him, when the bedroom door swings open.
I’m both horrified and relieved to see that it’s Asa.
What in the h’ll is going on?
His eyes scan the room and then land on us-on the guy who’s still trying to penetrate my mouth with his tongue. There’s a hand now working its way up my shirt.
I realize what a fucked up world I live in when I catch myself praying that Asa comes to my rescue, but also fearing for the moment I’m safe with him.
Asa doesn’t even take two seconds to process what he’s seeing. His eyes turn heated with rage. “I gave you one job, id!ot!” he yells, striding toward us.
Just when the guy releases me and begins to spin around, Asa lifts his gvn and presses it to the top of the guy’s head. “One job!”
Ringing.
I can’t hear anything over the ringing in my ears. The sting of liquid in my eyes—on my face. I cover my ears with my hands and squeeze my eyes shut.
No, that did not just happen.
No, no, no.
I hear the guy fall to the floor and I have to step to the side to get my left foot out from under him. “No, Asa. No, no, no,” I repeat, my hands still over my ears, my eyes still shut.
He probably thought you were a whore, Sloan,” he says, grabbing my arm. “Can you blame him?”
Asa yanks me forward and I trip over the guy on the floor. Asa doesn’t let go of my arm as he drags me to my feet and yanks me toward the door.
My eyes are still closed. I think I might be screaming, because my throat is stinging, but I can’t tell if that’s me or the ringing in my ears. I’m suddenly lifted up into the air and thrown over his shoulder.
He carries me down the stairs and the last ten seconds replays over again in my head.
This is not happening.
Seconds later, he lays me down on a bed. I’m still too scared to open my eyes.
Several moments pass and I can feel my chest pulling for air. I gasp between tears as Asa’s voice comes at me from inches above me.
“Sloan, look at me.”
I slowly open my eyes and look up at him. He’s kneeling over me on the bed, touching my face, smoothing back my hair. There are specks of bIood on his face-across his neck.
I look into his eyes and his pupils have overtaken everything. Two huge black irisis stare back down at me and it sends a shiver over my already trembling body.
“Sloan,” he whispers, still smoothing his hand over my hair. I try to look around the room, but he grabs my jaw and forces my eyes back to his. “Baby, I have some really bad news.”
I don’t think my heart can take whatever it is he’s about to say. I’m afraid if I open my mouth to respond to him, I’ll puke.
“I know about you and Luke.”
My heart crashes to a halt at that name. I fight back the flood of tears attempting to return. He called him Luke.
How does he know his name is Luke?
I muster every ounce of strength I can find and I use it to play dumb. “Who is Luke?”
His eyes scroll over my face. His pupils contract and then expand again. A slow smile spreads across his face and then he presses his lips to my forehead. “That’s what I thought,” he whispers, pulling away from me. “It’s not your fault, Sloan. He brainwashed you.
Tried to turn you against me. But his name isn’t even Carter, baby. It’s Luke. Ask him yourself.” He slips his hand under my back and pushes me up until I’m sitting on the bed.
I’m suddenly face-to-face with my worst nightmare.
Luke is sitting at a desk chair, his hands cuffed behind his back. The agony on his face speaks volumes of what he thinks about our predicament.
No.
TOO LATE : CHAPTER 41 – 50
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