I knew he’d never hurt me.
This situation is entirely different.
Ever since I met Ren, all he’s done is hurt me. The fact that I have no clue about his motives and goals is keeping me on my toes.
“Maybe I can douse Quarterback with water so he can watch you bouncing off my dick.” He grins. “What do you think?”
I swallow past the lump in my throat and adopt my firm tone. “You said you’d get him a doctor.”
“Bossy. Why am I not surprised?” He has a subtle accent when he speaks in English, one that’s similar to Mom’s. Which probably means that he’s originally from Japan.
But that barely tells me anything about him.
I widen my stance and stare him in the eyes. “You promised to get a doctor.”
“Only after I fuck you while you moan and scream. Especially the latter.”
The sick bastard is smiling at the thought of making me scream.
He reaches a hand out and when he touches a strand of my hair, I flinch back like I’ve been electrocuted. “Why are you acting so disgusted when we’re about to have fun?”
“I’m not doing it unless you get him a doctor.”
“That’s not the deal.”
“It is now.” I cross my arms over my chest. “How do I know you won’t leave him to die after you get what you want?”
“You don’t, which is the entire point.” Ren has a subtle grating way of talking. He does it slowly, almost methodically, with a permanent smirk on his lips.
It’s like his purpose of existing is to get on people’s nerves and provoke their nasty side.
“I won’t do it unless he has medical care.”
He lifts a shoulder. “Then he’ll just rot and die.”
Frustration bubbles in my veins and my heart shrinks behind my ribcage. If I don’t do it, I have no doubt that Ren will leave Sebastian to die. If I do it, there’s no guarantee that he’ll get him help.
I suck in a deep breath through my nose and choose the only option I have. “Fine, I agree.”
He licks his lips. “Are you sure? I’ll make sure Quarterback receives footage at some point in his life. Could be in a week or two. A year or a few. But he’ll see you fucking someone else while he’s passed out in the adjoining room like a weak, little bitch.”
I can’t control the moisture that gathers along my lids, but I use that as a strength instead of a weakness. “The only weak, little bitch here is you, asshole. You shot him so he’d become defenseless and now you’re using manipulation to get your limp dick wet. Do whatever you want, but I’ll make sure my dad knows about this. And when he kills you in cold blood, I’ll get footage of it and watch it for years to come.”
I tremble, my hands balled into fists on either side of me. I fully expect Ren to tackle me to the ground and rape me, then kill me. Or maybe the other way around.
Instead, he bursts out laughing, his head tipping back. The sound is so loud that I jump.
“You’re a Hitori, after all,” he says once he finishes his psychotic fit of laughter, slightly shaking his head. “Now, come on.”
“Come where?”
“You’ll see.”
I plant my feet on the ground. “I’m not going anywhere with you unless you tell me why and where.”
He leans over so fast, I don’t have the chance to push back. Then he grabs me by the arm as he peers down at me, his face mere inches from mine. “You don’t really have a say in it, now do you? Follow me quietly and without asking questions unless you want to open those legs here and now.”
I frown. Does that mean if I follow him, I don’t have to open my legs? Or maybe I’m reading too much into things.
Twisting my arm, I attempt to get away from him, but he tightens his hold until he cuts off my circulation.
“Let me go!” I strain.
The sound of a door opening makes me freeze. I stare in the opposite direction and completely forget about Ren and his savage grip.
The man who nonchalantly leans against the doorframe is the last person I expected to see in this place.
Though it all makes sense now.
He’s the one who talked to me through the door a few days ago. At the time, I couldn’t exactly identify him, because he sounds more aristocratic and composed when he speaks in Japanese than when he does in English.
“You heard