Tyler's Undoing (Gloves Off #1)(72)

“It’ll only take me a couple of seconds to unlock the door,” he whispered over to me. “As soon as I do, we don’t need to barge in. Let’s do it quietly and catch whoever’s inside of there off guard.”

My father started toward the front door, but I went straight to Kacey’s window. Her curtains were pulled down, but they were sheer enough to where I could vaguely see inside. She was on her bed with tears streaming down her cheeks. But that wasn’t all . . . she was f*cking tied down to her bed. Motherf*cker!

I tried to lift her window, but it was locked. My father hissed my name, and I was about to go to him when I saw Kacey’s bedroom door open and Liam enter. By the look in his hungered stare, and the way he locked the door, I knew what his intentions were.

Kacey trembled on the bed and fought against her restraints, her wrists blistered and red from the ties. The second Liam crawled on the bed and started touching her, I lost all self-control.

He was a f*cking dead man.





WHEN LIAM ENTERED and locked the door behind him, I knew I was in trouble. I pulled on my restraints and hissed with pain. “What are you doing?”

He crawled up the bed and put his hands on my calves, slowly sliding them up my thighs, lifting my dress along the way. He didn’t stop until the bottom of my dress laid on my stomach.

I felt ill. “Get off of me, Liam. Kyle will kill you when he finds out.”

“No, he won’t, because he knows he’s nothing without me,” he murmured, kissing his way up my thighs.

My legs were tied too tightly and I couldn’t close them or push him off. I was trapped and the combination of wanting to vomit and having my adrenalin pumping was almost bad enough to make me pass out.

“Fuck, you’re so hot. I’m going to enjoy this.”

When he started unbuttoning his pants, I lost it. “Liam, no,” I shouted. “Please, don’t do this to me.”

Getting to his feet, he lifted his shirt over his head and let his pants fall to the floor. He reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a condom, opening it up slowly, tormenting me. “Just relax, sunshine. It hurts more when you’re tense. Although, tense makes you tight, and I guess that’s better for me.” He shrugged.

Tears poured down my cheeks and all I could think about was Tyler. He would kill both Liam and my brother after this; he would go to jail and things would never be the same.

“Jordan!” I screamed. “Help me, please! Don’t let Liam do this to me!”

Liam snarled and jumped on top of me, slamming his hand over my mouth. “The only name you’re going to be screaming is mine, you bitch. Jordan’s not going to help you.” He pushed his arousal into my hip and I gagged.

In the next second, the door burst open and Liam was yanked off of my body and thrown across the room. I heard fists pounding into flesh and the gurgling sound of someone struggling to breathe.

I closed my eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. Jordan saved me. I felt my dress pulled back into place and then the cold bite of metal slid against my skin. My wrist was free, the tie cut away. However, it wasn’t Jordan who released me from my restraints.

“Kacey.” Tyler’s strangled voice was full of heartache and rage. “I’m getting you out of here.” He wiped away my tears.

When I could finally see him, I burst into more tears and held onto him as he lifted me up and carried me to the door. “Oh my God, I was so scared,” I wailed. I looked down at the floor and Liam was knocked unconscious, his face a bloody mess.

Tyler’s dad already had Jordan apprehended and rushed over, peering down at Liam on the floor. “I thought I told you to leave the roughing up to me, son.”

Tyler growled and held me tighter. “That wasn’t exactly easy considering what he was about to do to Kacey.”

“Then I’m surprised you didn’t kill the f*cker,” his father grumbled angrily. He squeezed my shoulder and turned my chin to face him. “Are you okay?”

I nodded, tears falling down my cheeks.

“Then you two get back to the arena. I’ll handle everything here. I think it’s time Liam pays for all of his crimes.”

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Tyler asked.

Steven cracked his knuckles and grinned. “You have nothing to worry about, son. Now go.”

Tyler rushed us out the door and down the street, where Steven’s truck sat cloaked in darkness. He opened the door and set me down gently.

“How did you know?” I asked.

He buckled me up and ran to the other side and got in. “Your brother told Paxton you were sick. When Paxton noticed Liam and Jordan weren’t in his entourage, he knew something was wrong.

“I wanted to kill Liam, Kacey. I saw him through your window and I lost it. As soon as my dad unlocked the front door I came straight for you. I don’t want to imagine what would’ve happened if I’d been a few minutes late.”

Neither did I.

My hands were shaking uncontrollably and my wrists looked like raw hamburger. I focused on trying to breathe and calming myself down. It hurt to know that my brother was the cause of it all.

“You don’t have to go with me, Kacey,” Tyler murmured, reaching for my hands. He placed his on top of mine and squeezed gently, making sure to avoid my wrists. “If you don’t want to see your brother, you can wait for me in my room.”