touched you, I’ll fucking kill him.”
With that, Rogue dropped his hand from my neck, making me stagger on my feet before I could catch myself.
“Don’t you dare threaten him,” I said, stepping back into his space. I didn’t care that I was a good head shorter and a hundred pounds lighter than him. I wouldn’t stand for Clay being hurt.
“I don’t make threats, Scar. I’m telling you what’s gonna happen.”
“Why do you care?” I asked with exasperation, flinging my arms out. “You threw me away!”
“Exactly. And no one else gets to pick you back up.”
I stared at him incredulously. “You are so fucked in the head.”
He shrugged unapologetically. “Get upstairs in the guest room and stay there. You aren’t allowed to leave until I say. Try to defy me, and you won’t like what happens.”
Without another word, Rogue turned on his heel and strode away.
Chapter Fourteen
I paced the floors like a maniac, shuffling my feet against the plush carpet of the guest room that Rogue Kelly locked me in. I mulled over all of the things that had happened over the past couple of days, clenching the reality of my situation in my fist and then pulling at my hair when I realized just how fucked I was.
And then I grabbed a pillow, shoved it over my face, and screamed.
I pushed all of the shit that I’d been bottling up in my chest past my vocal chords, and belted out my frustrations. I screamed until my throat hurt. I screamed for the months of abuse, neglect, and torture. I screamed because at the end of it all, I still wanted them.
A knock on the door drug me out of my self pity, and I cringed when I realized I had an audience for my unhinged episode. I tossed the pillow down before turning to face the person who’d entered my prison.
Okay, now I was being melodramatic.
“Sounds like you could use some hot tea,” Bonham said while walking inside the room. He was carrying a tray, looking all domestic as he eyed me suspiciously.
“Did you drug it?” I asked. Maybe he was sent up here to put me to sleep. I hated how distrusting I was of them.
“You do look like you could use some sleep,” Bonham said with a shrug, not even denying the possibility of something being slipped in my drink.
I sat on the plush bed, balling my fists in my lap while trying to calm my pounding heart. “They would send the nice guy to interrogate me,” I said while rolling my eyes.
“You think I’m the nice guy?” he asked with clear distaste.
Bonham hated that label. I think in some ways, he wanted to be considered just as fierce as Rogue.
“Not all the time,” I replied, not really sure why I felt the need to soften the blow to his perceived ego.
He set the tray down on my nightstand and ran a hand through his blond hair, eyeing my crop top and tight pants with appreciation. “I’ve convinced Rogue to let you go, but we needed collateral that you aren’t going to say shit,” Bonham began.
My stomach dropped. “What kind of collateral?”
“The kind that brings you down with us.” Bonham took out his phone and started swiping through the photos, pausing when he got to the one he wanted. “This photo is on an encrypted server. If you should try to out us, we’ll bring you down, too.”
He turned the screen so that I could see, and I gasped once I saw what was there. It was me, at the lake with them. I was in Rogue’s bloody t-shirt, and the angle made it look like I was helping them toss the body into the water. I looked rough and angry. One look at that photo, and I’d be thrown in prison.
“It’s a good shot, right? Guess it’s a good thing that Godfrey likes souvenirs.”
“I hate you guys,” I finally whispered while trying to think of an ending that didn’t result in me going to prison. I was an accomplice, now. There was no going back.
“That’s the point, Scar,” Bonham said before reaching over to hand me a delicate tea cup. It was made the way I’d always liked it. Milk and honey. I almost reached for it, but then something about his phrasing made me pause.
“What do you mean ‘that’s the point?’ ” I asked, making Bonham’s perfect face twist into a split second of fear. “You know...that guy last night was talking about me. Is something