Sweet Retribution (Rydeville High Elite #3)(66)

“Let’s just say you’re missing the show of a lifetime. Dad, Kai, and Christian are all shouting and shoving one another. I think Kai’s actually enjoying himself. You know how much he hates those pricks.”

I snort out a laugh, swaying on my heels, as I walk awkwardly over the gravel under foot. I clutch onto the wall to help keep my balance.

“Hey, baby,” a voice says on the other end of the earpiece. “Where do you think you’re going?” Rick switches off the feed, and I’m glad because Isabella is every bit as annoying as her younger sister. I’ve watched her blatantly flirt with my father all night, and now he’s disappeared, she’s turning her attention to her date.

Disloyal bitch.

A noise behind me sends butterflies racing through my chest. Blood thrums in my ears as I turn around, raising my gun and surveying my surroundings. But it’s dark as shit, and there are no outside lights around this part of the building for a reason. I attempt to pick up my pace, but it’s challenging in the dark, on stiletto heels, with stone underfoot.

An ominous sense of dread washes over me, and adrenaline flows through me like lava. I’m on high alert as I totter toward the front entrance, holding onto the wall with one hand and my gun with the other, feeling eyes watching me. I’m afraid to speak into my earpiece because, if someone is watching me, I don’t want to give that up unless I have no choice.

I rush toward the doorway, almost taking a tumble in my eagerness to get back inside.

“Ms. Abigail.” Jeremy, one of the new guards hired recently, nods. He opens the door for me, and I fall inside gratefully, cursing my stupid heels. I slip my gun back into the strap on my thigh, bending down just inside the hallway to rub at my sore feet. I glance left and right, wondering which way brings me back to the party. The music from the dungeon is muted, and I can’t decipher which direction to go. The last thing I want is to take the wrong turn and end up in those hidden rooms Charlie warned me about.

Thoughts of Charlie bring a pang to my chest. Father is doing God knows what to him right now, because he sacrificed himself to save me a beating. I’m not sure it works like that. That Father won’t punish me anyway.

“Drew,” I whisper. “I don’t know which way to go.”

Radio silence. “Drew!” I whisper louder.

“Abby.”

“Kai.”

“Where are you?”

“I’m at the front entrance, but I’ve no clue how to get back downstairs.”

“Stay put. I’m coming to get you.”

“Hurry.”

The door creaks behind me, and my blood pressure skyrockets. Every nerve ending in my body is on high alert as a heavy footstep lands on the tile floor. My heart is slamming against my ribs as I slowly ease my dress aside, reaching a hand underneath, wondering why I thought it was a good idea to put my gun away.

“Hello, Abigail,” a voice I know says at my ear as an arm wraps around my waist from behind. Cool metal presses against my neck, and I go rigidly still. “I think it’s time you and I got properly acquainted, don’t you?”





CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE


“Let me go or I’ll scream,” I threaten, hating how my voice quakes a little on the end.

“Scream,” Denton Mathers says, “and I’ll slit that pretty throat.” He presses the edge of a knife into my neck. A tiny sting confirms he’s drawn blood and that he means what he says.

“You won’t get away with this, Denton.” I say his name on purpose, knowing someone will hear me.

He laughs as he turns me around, forcing me to keep pace with him as he walks down the dark hallway. “We both know I will. Who do you think sent me to get you?”

That fucking bastard. Taking Charlie out of the room was nothing more than a move on a chessboard. Father wanted him out of the way so he could get to me.

“Where are you taking me?” I ask as he shoves me down the hallway, taking me farther and farther from the music and the party.

“You want to know what it means to be an elite wife? You think you are ready for it? You think you can give us the proverbial finger by turning up dressed like that? You’re about to discover what it really means to be a part of this world.”

Keeping the knife at my throat, he lifts his free arm, kneading my breast through my corset top. “Your father’s guy did a fantastic job on your tits. I can’t wait to fuck them.”

Vomit inches up my throat, and blood is thrumming wildly in my ears as my pulse beats out of control.

He forces me into an elevator at the end of the hallway, pushing the button for the basement with his free hand. The knife never leaves my throat, and I’m terrified to move a muscle. He loosens his pants, grabbing my hand and sliding it into his boxers. I shake all over as my hand touches his hard, warm flesh. “You make me sick,” I whisper.

“You make me horny.” He shoves my hand down lower, gripping my wrist tight as he forces my hand to palm the side of his cock. “And you deserve this for being a little cock tease.”

I won’t plead or ask him to stop because nothing I say or do will stop him. It will only amuse him and make this even more fun. I’ve been around enough of these elite bastards to know that turns them on.

“Charlie will make you pay for this.”