Brick Brick (Knights Corruption MC - Next Generation, #4) - S. Nelson Page 0,104

the thought of traveling back to the farm, and while I didn’t want to leave her side, even after she told me to, I needed to eradicate Dutch from the face of this earth.

And I’d make sure he suffered until his last breath.

45

I’d never been so lost inside my own head before, every emotion I’d ever experienced battling with the next. My attempts to surrender to the darkness didn’t work, and I drifted in and out of sleep, the line separating my nightmares from my foggy reality blurred until I barely recognized what was real.

I heard Addy before I saw her, my eyes shut tightly until I couldn’t stand the void any longer.

“I need you to eat something, honey.” She perched on the edge of the bed; a bowl cradled in her hands. The aroma made my stomach rumble, but devouring whatever contents were inside was the last thing on my mind. All I wanted to do was close my eyes again and try to forget, at least for a little while. Even as the wish formed, I realized I’d never be able to escape what happened to me in that place. The marks on my body and my soul tethering me forever to those men in the worst way possible.

My stomach flipped and I covered my mouth quickly before pushing Addy out of the way, rushing to the bathroom as best I could without tripping over my feet. Crashing to my knees, I gathered as much of my hair as I could to one side, bracing myself over the toilet with my free hand. My body wanted to flush out the contents of my stomach, but dry heaves were the only expulsion I could manage. I pressed my cheek to the cool floor tile after I was sure nothing was coming back up.

Addy had found an oversized T-shirt in one of the bedroom’s closets, the soft material hiding my nakedness.

“Come on,” Addy urged softly, hoisting my limp body from the bathroom floor. I wanted to fight her, to beg her to leave me alone, but my exertion had been depleted.

As I passed the large vanity mirror, I refused to look at myself for fear I’d see one of them behind me.

In front of me.

On top of me.

Inside me.

The soft thick carpet cushioned my feet on my trek back to the king-sized bed, my body folding under the covers Addy held open for me. I welcomed every slice of physical pain because it forced my brain to refocus. She retook her seat next to me and reached for the bowl once more.

“I’m not hungry.” I rolled onto my side, looking out the large window, nothing but black night staring back at me.

“You have to eat something.”

I shook my head even though I didn’t think she saw the motion. Minutes of silence passed before she stroked my arm, but instead of accepting her gesture of comfort, I flinched. Would I ever allow another soul to touch me without fear?

“Okay. I’ll leave this here in case you change your mind.”

The soft click of the door closing was the next sound I heard. My eyes fluttered closed, needing the solace of sleep to soothe me, even though my heart thrashed against my rib cage at the thought of not being able to control my mind from drifting back to that place.

46

On the ride back to the farmhouse, I managed to calm myself down enough to focus on what needed to be done. What happened when I was eighteen couldn’t be classified as an accident, per se, but beating a man to death certainly hadn’t been planned. But this time was gonna be different.

My encounter with the piece of shit who dared to put his hands on Zoe would be purposeful. I’d look him in the eyes when I tortured him. I’d hear him beg me to stop. But I wouldn’t, not until his heart ceased to beat.

After killing the engine, I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, images of Zoe bombarding me. While I didn’t want to picture what they’d done to her, I needed the full impact of my rage to resurface. Without it, I feared I’d end up killing Dutch quickly, and I couldn’t let that happen. He needed to pay dearly. I wanted him to experience the horror, the pain, and the despair he inflicted on her.

A knock on my window startled me, my eyes locking on Marek, who stood outside the driver side door. He stepped back