Chapter 5

Jax

The moment the blindfold came off, I gasped, trying to catch my breath. 

I looked around and brought my hand to my face to rub my blurry eyes.

“Fuck,” I blurted when I realized I wasn’t anywhere away from the Devil. 

I was still with his men. Or actually, his man. The young man with shabby hair whom I can actually recall as Harren looked at me as another broad-chested asshole dragged me to him. 

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‎“Get your hands off me! I can walk.”

His grip tightened. “Don’t make me hurt you.” The chill of his tone iced over my resolve. 

“Are you deaf???” I hollered. “I said I can walk.” 

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‎I stumbled without the balance of my arms, throwing a dirty look over my shoulder at him.

This particular guard has been taking orders from Harren or whatever his name is. The man was bulky across the shoulders with neatly slicked-back brown hair.

“I’ll take it from here,” Harren said, and stretched his hands out. I ignored it, looking at his face. 

“This way, Jax.”

“Where are you taking me to?”

“You’ll see.”

Without waiting for me, he walked away and I followed behind him like a stubborn child. 

I swallowed hard at what came to view— a chandelier bigger than my bedroom overhead. ‎Gold light spilled from the chandelier shaped like frozen fire. 

The atmosphere thickened the moment we walked in and my pulse quickened.

It wasn’t exactly from fear, but from the sense that this was a place where control lived.

‎“What am I doing here?” I asked, trying again with a question he hadn’t answered before. 

Harren huffed an exasperated sigh and moved closer but I stepped back. ‎“Don’t fucking touch me,” I hissed.

My wrist still hurts from where the other dude held me.

 “Go in.”

“What?” Is there some other room inside this one?

“Don’t let me repeat myself.”

“Fine, okay. I’ll walk!”

I took five strides and ‎there he was. 

Charles Wade. 

My stomach dropped to my toes but I swallowed hard. 

He was sitting right there and a blonde knelt right in front of him like she was worshipping his dumbass. 

“You wanted to see me,” I blurted. “What do you want?”

He scoffed. “Straight to the point, I see.”

I looked at the blonde again and then back at him. “Yes. I don’t like to beat around the bush.”

“Others call it foreplay,” he teased and his eyes narrowed slightly. “You’re not one of those, are you?

“Oh, what gave me away? The fact that I’m not kneeling at your feet or the fact that I still have a functioning brain?”

“Careful,” he snapped. “That mouth might get you in trouble.”

“Let me go. Nobody wanted me.”

“Oh yes, nobody. But I bought you.”

“And I don’t know why you’d do that. Don’t you have something you want to use your money for? Maybe change her wardrobe?” I added, looking at the blonde who was barely in any clothes. 

“Careful.”

“I’m not scared of you.”

“You should be.” He paused. “You know? I asked for you to watch me fuck my hoes but there’s been a change of plan. I’ll watch.”

“Watch what?”

“You.”

I paused. I could barely understand what he was saying but then he clicked his fingers, and the blonde actually stood up and walked away.

The door closed behind her and I realized it was just the two of us.

“Don’t make it any harder.”

“Charles.”

“Master,” he corrected. 

“What??” I said with a small laugh. “I mean, I’m not one of those fucking girls who’d do that shit with you.”

“Maybe not.”

He took one step forward, slow but deliberate, then another, his eyes never leaving mine. 

Each step seemed to have a message but as he closed the distance between us, I retreated.

One step back.

Then another.

“Why am I here????”

“You said it yourself. Nobody wants you. Not your father, not your sister, and certainly not my investors. You’re worthless. A slut who knows no love.”

“That’s a fucking lie! I have a loving family, asshole.”

“Don’t talk back to me again or you won’t like the way I react.” He’s so calm, it pisses me off. 

“Let’s get one thing straight, Jax—you’re not here because your sister is pregnant. I paid her to send your worthless ass to me.”

In a split second, I raised my hand and slapped him across the face so hard, pain burst over my palm and shot down my arm.

I was breathing hard now. I could feel a rush of anger taking over me and I just needed to release it. This was the only solution my brain came up with but now… I’ve just realized it could cost me my life. 

Charles’ eyes darkened and a muscle ticked under his stubbled jaw. I had expected him to grab me and smash my head against the wall. To strangle me until I was no longer breathing but instead, his hands reached for my chin and lifted it. “I kill for fun, Jax… do not engage me.” 

I gulped down the lump in my throat unsure of what my fate was. 

“No one can save you from me.” It wasn’t an empty threat and I could see it in the way his eyes darkened.

There were so many voices in my head… warning me… pushing me and just like that, I made a move.

I lunged forward, bolting in the only direction that seemed closest. I kept going but I didn't get far. 

A sharp yank jerked me back so violently my breath snapped in my throat. 

He had my leg. 

‎"You don’t listen.”

I gasped. 

‎He grabbed my leg, dragging me back until I was in front of him, panting hard. 

His hand went to his side, fingers curling around a gun.

Click.

The sound cracked through the air.

“I’m sorry,” I gasped, the words tumbling out before I could think.

His gaze didn’t soften. “Again.”

I swallowed hard. “I.. I'm sorry.”

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‎“Good,” he admonished. “Now stand up and

‎strip.”

“What?”

He reached out a hand to help me stand, but I recoiled from it, standing on my own.

“Do not make me hurt you,” he repeated. The cool hardness of the gun went down my body and he stopped right between my legs. 

I stiffened, holding back a whimper. ‎“What are you doing?” 

There was a fucking gun between my legs, hard and cool. 

Every nerve in my body went rigid, my thoughts scattering like broken glass. 

Charles moved his hands until the cold steel was brushing over my mound. I gasped, sealing my legs together.

“Ride. I want to watch.”