Beautiful Lies (Breaking Belles #2) - Alta Hensley Page 0,53

yet, I couldn’t explain why I only wanted her lips to be the ones wrapped around my dick.

“Yes, why don’t we move on with the rest of the festivities for the night,” one of the Elders said as he took a seat next to me. “Let’s gather around and enjoy our evening movie.”

He pointed to the empty wall on the west side of the room at which a projector was pointed. All the members who had been milling around either took a seat or positioned themselves in a place they would be able to view the projected film that had just been turned on.

The sound of Portia’s screams filled the room before the image of her came into view. It took me several moments to make out what I was seeing before me.

It was Portia. There was a video camera wherever she was.

Screaming and scratching at wood above her. She was trapped somewhere.

“Let me out!” she howled as dirt fell upon her face. “Help me. Someone! Sully! Sully!”

The sound of her pounding against her wooden cage had me jumping out of my seat, my eyes locked on the image of her in misery and absolute terror.

“What the fuck is this? Where is she?” I boomed.

I stopped staring at the projection on the wall to look at the members of the Order for some sort of explanation but could still hear the cries of Portia echoing off every inch of the billiards room. Her distress reverberated off my bones as the horror of what was occurring sank in.

“Where is she? What are you doing to her?” I demanded as I lunged toward the closest Elder. I took hold of his collar and shouted, “Where the fuck is she?”

The Elder simply shrugged as he smiled at me in a taunting fashion. He knew I wasn’t going to hurt him, and even if I tried, he knew the other members would step in before I could do any real damage to the man. I considered punching him just to wipe that smug look off his face, but Portia’s continuing screams for help had me looking to another Elder for answers.

“I can’t breathe,” she cried. “I can’t breathe!”

“Tell me where she is,” I shouted. “Or I swear to God I will burn down this house right now!”

An Elder stepped forward and said very calmly, “Sully VanDoren, as powerful members in our society, we are often called upon to help others. It will be expected because of who we are and the resources we have.”

He took another step as he pointed to the screaming woman clawing at the wood above her. “It is your job to save the belle. How you choose to do so is up to you. You can choose rage and try to demand answers you won’t receive. Or you can choose a much more…” He paused and smiled. “Or you can actually help the belle.”

I quickly glanced at Montgomery who simply stared at me with wide eyes. He didn’t seem to know any more than I did, and if he did, he’d pay for not telling me. But I didn’t have time to deal with this game.

I needed to find Portia!

I ran out of the room and sprinted outside. My gut told me where she was, and when I looked off in the distance where the old Oleander Cemetery was on the top of a hill by a weeping willow, I saw torches lit up.

Sick motherfuckers put her in the cemetery to join all the ancestors of the Order.

I had never run so fast in my life as I did that moment. I couldn’t hear her screams. Which meant only one thing.

They’d buried her alive.

The burning torches lit the way, and the disturbed earth told me exactly where I needed to dig. Of course the bastards didn’t leave me a shovel or anything, so I had no choice but to fall to my knees and start frantically digging with my hands.

“Hold on, Portia,” I screamed, not sure if she would be able to hear me.

I would have kept screaming to her, but I knew I was on camera as well and the entire Order watched on as I tried to save my belle. I wouldn’t give them a show, and if I’d known where the damn camera was, I would have crushed it to pieces.

I dug and dug, struggling to breathe as if I too were buried beneath the ground right beside Portia. I made progress but not fast enough. There