His Friend, My Living Hell

Kell

ch force it slammed against the wall, jo

ppening, he had ripped the blankets off me and hauled me out of bed. The sudden movement s

nches from mine, his breath hot with

gasped, clutching my aching side

mall and sharp. It was one of my own diamond stud earrin

. "The place was ransacked. There was blood everywhere. She

disbelief. "Julian, this is a setup.

ing. Stars exploded behind my eyes as my air supply was cut off. He truly believed I was capa

e," I choked out, my

t longer before flinging me away. I col

he said, his voice a low, terri

guards appeared, dragging a whimper

yan. They had brought

?" I screamed, scra

nds behind his back, forcing him to stand at the very edge. Below him, the city lights swam dizzily. A car

towards him, grabbing the hem of

ts bumper nudging Bryan's legs, pushing him cl

as cold as the grave. "Admit you had som

th it!" I wailed, my heart shattering into a mill

orcefully this time. I heard a sickening crack, and Bry

o count, his voice ca

reaming down my face. "I'll say wh

llow, mirthless sound

ngine roa

led me forward. I scrambled to my feet, ignoring the fire in my ribs, and ra

harp with alarm, a flicker of pan

s too

vehicle slammed into me. The impact was a brutal, bone-shattering explosion of force. I

blood. A thick, warm stream

disbelief. He gathered me into his arms, his hands tremb

the speaker. "Mr. Pena, we found her! We found Ms. Barron! S

She wa

had done crashing down on him. He had tortured me, broken my

my brother, who was now being untied, the

of his men, his voice strained. Then, int

g me. Again.