The Wrath of Cain (The Syndicate, #1)(9)

“There is so much shit you have no motherf*cking idea about. It’s a damn good thing you’ve been in Canada all these years. Better yet, you were smart enough to change your name, although when I finally found out where you were it killed me not to come after you and bring you back were you belong.”

He almost sounds hurt, even regretful. I’m not buying his bullshit. An unsettling feeling begins to well up inside of me. He found me, and he never came for me?

“Y-you knew where I was?”

“Fuck, yes, I knew where you were. I know every f*cking thing about you. I know how many men you have f*cked. I know where you went to school. I even know where you buy all those lacy, sexy as hell bras you have a fetish for. And one more thing, I sure as f*ck know you aren’t engaged. You’re my goddamn wife, so yes, I know every motherf*cking thing there is to know. And to answer your other question, they all know I’m married. A few of them even know what you look like.”

His body pushes into mine, his mouth lingering at the base of my ear. Oh, dear lord. He is hard. I’m talking steel hard, and way the hell bigger than I remember him being. The distraction nearly causes me to miss his next words.

“They were all told if you ever came here to let you in. And to never let you out.”





Chapter Three


Calla



“What?”

I am transfixed by horror. Cain is out of his damned mind if he thinks I am staying here in his den of illegal activity. I writhe free of his firm hold and slap him across the face, the sound echoing loudly in the room. He flinches slightly, backing away and giving me enough room to breathe. My chest heaves up and down with uneven breaths.

“You can’t keep me here against my will, Cain. What the hell is wrong with you? Good God, have you been doing the drugs you sell? Because you are f*cked in the head if you think I’m staying here with you while all this shit happens right in front of me. Besides, my dad will come looking for me soon. I’m done talking to you. I’m leaving.”

He grabs my arm, bends, and hoists me into the air, his other hand planted firmly on my ass as he throws me over his shoulder.

“Put me down!” I shriek, kicking and doing my best to inflict damage with my stilettos while dangling upside down.

“Shut your mouth, Calla.”

He’s too strong for me. I still try and put up a fight as he retreats across the floor. His strides are quick as he takes us outside, the gravel crunching underneath his black boots.

“Cain, don’t do this. You have no right!”

I see the legs of several men and hear them calling out to him about getting some. He is getting nothing from me but a kick in his damn nuts when he puts me down. I’m getting tossed around like a rag doll.

“Help me, you f*cking *s!” I scream.

Cain chuckles.

“No one is going to help you. Now shut the hell up, or I will tape your mouth shut and tie you to my f*cking bed until you do as you’re goddamn told.”

Before I can retort, he abruptly stops at the sound of a shrill voice behind us.

“Cain, what the hell are you doing?”

Emerald. Even though I am hanging upside down, I know it’s her by the desperation in her voice. I feel Cain swivel around.

“Can someone get this cunt the f*ck away from here?”

“No!” she wails. “Damn it, Cain, what’s going on?”

“Don’t tell me what the f*ck to do. It’s none of your goddamned business. Now f*cking leave before I have you thrown out.”

Oh, my God, if I didn’t hate her so much, I just might feel sorry for the bitch. Without another word to her, Cain turns his back and strides away, leaving her standing there shouting and cursing the both of us.

I have no idea where we are going until I feel and then see him climb a few steps. Panic sets in. Memories flood my mind from the one and only time I was in this house. I start to pound on his back with everything I have to get him to release me.

He continues across the front porch, ignoring the beating I am inflicting on him. Once we’re inside, he stomps up the stairs. My heart is beating frantically. Finally, I cave and give in to my raw emotions, and I start to cry.

“Please, Cain, don’t do this. I’ll beg if I have to.”

Still nothing from him. I screech through my tears when he tosses me onto his bed. He pulls my shoes off, tossing them behind his back. My expensive Jimmy’s hit the wall with a little thwack. I’m sobbing now, and scared.

“Stop crying. I’m not going to hurt you.”

He’s gentle when he squats down in front of me. I refuse to look at him. My anger at myself for being so weak consumes me.

“Let me go, Cain. You don’t want me here any more than I want to be.”

The bed shifts when he sits down next to me. I stay still, for the first time admitting I’m scared of this Cain Bexley I do not know. All kinds of f*cked up scenarios are invading my head. I should have brought my dad with me. No one knows where the hell I am.

“You’re shaking.”

A warm, rough, calloused hand settles on my knee. I flinch from the contact.

“Listen to me for just one minute. There are a few things you need to know.”

I keep my head bowed down, my hair shielding him from seeing my face as I watch my tears land on my skirt one by one.