Twisted Bonds.

RIN POV

Falling in love with him? It would be a mistake coated with sin and lust. 

The kind that rots you from the inside. One you regret the second the rush fades.

My phone buzzed. 

“You took the pill yourself. We just made you forget that part.

And left the part where you tripped. You aren't the first,” the message on my phone read.

I scrambled to my feet, my forehead damp with sweat and my heart pounding against my ribs.

Thorne’s brows knitted together, eyes narrowing with a flicker of hesitation as he tried to make sense of the sudden shift. 

He didn't speak, but his gaze lingered on me- sharp and searching- daring me to explain myself.  

“You should get that look now, fun is over and I'm tired of seeing you. Go to the balcony," Thorne said, his voice blunt and sending cold chills down my spine.

I thought we were having something from the bond that was growing.

Forbidden and twisted, but it was still there. This isn't making sense, I need a different breath of air. 

Not wanting to say a word to him, if anything, I wanted to get as far away from him.

I ran out of the room and the only thought going through my head was....Run. 

I had no place in mind. No direction. Just beautiful buildings and flowers staring back at my shallow and broken self.

As if subtly mocking me. And what I had become.

 Fuck that, I had no money with me. Just an aching cock, blurry sights and migraines that won't quit. 

“You aren't safe from them, nor are you safe from me," a message from Thorne. 

I groaned out loudly like an enraged bull, throwing my phone to the wall to stop him from sending more crazy texts. 

I felt used. Useless. 

Remembering how they had looked and spoken of me, they were right.

I'm not good enough. Never will be.

My body felt like it was a battlefield he had scorched and left smoking.

I began running down the road, and it looked familiar. 

I looked around, and it was silent and lonely. The darkness made it feel more gloomy, but I recognized Atticus’s house from some yards away. 

Skipping in as the security guards let me in without any hassle due to my status.

 Only if they knew I had lost everything and I was an ocean deep away from their status.

Walking straight into his room, and I stopped when my instincts kicked in.

“He's here. I will keep him calm and trusting untill the extraction.” 

I didn't need a soothsayer to tell me I was the he Atticus was talking about. 

But who was he talking to? And why? 

I waited until he had ended the call, and walked in behaving like I had heard nothing. 

I needed a place to stay, even though I no longer felt safer here. 

“Ah! To what do I owe this visit? Did it work?" He asked, and I chuckled, as I fell to the nearest sofa with tiredness suddenly clouding my eyes. 

“Water," I whispered, my heart felt like I had taken gulps of burning lava. 

Dry and choking.

“Here," he said, handing me a bottle of water.

And that was the last thing I saw as I disappeared into a comforting darkness; deep but soothing after all that had happened today. 

There was a cold wind. Cold, sharp, and biting at my skin. 

The lights pierced my vision like I was staring straight at the goddamn sun.

My head ached like fire licked through every nerve.

I tried to lift my head – reflex. But my arms wouldn't move.

“There's no need doing that, your hands are tied. Literally," Atticus's voice rang, and I squinted my eyes trying to get accustomed to the brightness. 

There he was, standing, looking at me with no expression on his face and a glass of wine in his left hand.

 He smirked as he got up from the high stool beside the mini bar. 

“What the fuck are you doing, Atticus? What has gotten into you?” I yelled.

 He chuckled and his Adam's apple danced up and down. 

It looked exactly the same way Thorne’s looked like when he was above me, while drilling me.

I winced as I tried to forget about that while I was in a situation like this.

“You see. You are really reckless like they say, very reckless and in the bad way," he smiled.

But the smile on his face disappeared as he faced the stairs leading up to his balcony.

I followed  his eyes and I saw the object of his suspense. Xender.

Disgust, hate and anger filled my body when I saw Xander laughing as he walked towards me.

Each stride, dangerous and reminding me out what happened in the kitchen. 

I clenched my fists as I struggled with the cuffs. I wanted to punch his face.

To get that mischievous and subtle grin off his handsome face. 

A handsome walking devil. 

“Atticus, get me the fuck out of these chains. Don't let him touch me," I spat, my voice sharp with fury but trembling at the edges.

Atticus turned his gaze away with a sad look on his face. Like he was in terrible pain. 

“My hands are tied, I tried to save you. But I couldn't let them take my family…..”the sound of the gunshot stopped him mid-confession.

And he dropped dead, with a bullet deeply rooted in his wide opened eyes as blood gushed out.

“Sorry about that, he was spoiling my entry and our fun. Bad bad Atticus,” Xender said, tilting his head, lips twitching into a grin as a cold, guttural laugh spilled out—too slow, too pleased.

 The sound twisting my guts with disgust. 

“Now where were we?" He asked, pocketing his gun as he walked forward.

I hated that I was getting hard for this fucker, but my cock rebelled hard like it hadn't learned damm thing!

His cold tattooed hands pressing my chest , ignoring

my winces as he pulled hard on my nipple.

Pain mixed with pleasure.

“That's not what you said to someone who have been through your thighs with your cock once in their mouth. Right test dummy?" 

Test dummy? What test? 

"You don't get this, do you?”