Chapter 117

Ella

*Author’s Note: Hey everyone, I know many of you have been dying to see what happens to Ella and her men next and trust me I really want to know that too, but unfortunately I’m really struggling with a tiny bit of brain fog here. LOL. And while it may not be a good enough reason as for the delay I’m just finding it really hard to focus, especially on this book here. For while, yes 40-ish chapters don’t feel like the end, it’s the matter of fact that Ella is pregnant and we’re dealing with a psycho half-brother as well. And thus because of that I can’t bring myself to rush these last few chapters. And as much as I would love to just whip out chapters like I have in the past I’m really struggling with these last few so please be patient with me and I will post them when I can. Lot of Thanks, ~ Linda.*

~ Next Day ~

When finally waking up the next day I couldn’t help but feel a mild wave of relief when I noticed Nicholas wasn’t in bed with me. For having his body next to mine the entire night made things a little more awkward then they should have been.

My body still chained to the bed while I’m forced to wait for someone to come and release me. My mind now on Reece, Caleb and Dylan. My thoughts on them and if they were okay. My heart quick to clench until the sound of a door opening catches my attention. My breath stopping within my chest as I move to see who it was. James.

James clearly smirking as he moves to enter the room. “Good Morning Princess. Sleep well?” Suddenly annoyed by his voice and his presence do I choose not to answer. James clearly amused by what he saw.

“Aww, don’t be like that baby” smirks James. His face clearly looking better after Alanna had pummeled him that day in the Hospital. My heart squeezing at the thought of my guard.

Alanna… please be okay, please.

James continuing to enter even without permission. James soon moving to sit down next to me while my eyes moved to glare. James clearly amused even as he moves to speak again. “Now then. Is that anyway to show gratitude to someone whose here to help free you?”

Then, as if to prove his point does James move to hold up a key. A key in which my eyes take in. A key that would allow me to escape if I played my cards just right.

A plan now formulating within my mind as I continued to lay upon the bed. My eyes still on James even as he moves to unlock my bindings. His hand quick to unlock my wrists and then my ankles.

My hands moving to rub circulation back into them. My arms having been stationed above my head the entire night didn’t bold well with my body.

“Now then, now that your free I shall let you shower and change. Once dressed you shall follow me down to breakfast. Resist and we’ll kill your little fuck toys.”

At the mention of Reece, Caleb and Dylan do I move to comply. A piece of me already knowing they would too if I let them. Nicholas having made that clear the night before when he talked about murdering my parents.

A piece of me now itching for a slice of revenge. A revenge best served cold if one caught my drift. The need to return the favor rising. James moving from upon the bed but not from the room as I move to head straight for the other. My hands quick to shut and lock the door behind me.

Not wanting to risk James entering the room for a show or worse, join me. My hands moving to cup my belly. Tears rising at the thought of my babies. My twins. Don’t worry my little ones, mommy will protect you. Promise.

With that in mind, do I move to strip off all of my clothes. My feet soon heading for the huge walk in shower. My mind already deciding as I move to climb in. A need to remove Nicholas’s scent from along my body as I do.

~ 45 Minutes Later ~

Upon finishing my long needed shower do I move to grab a towel. My hands quick in wrapping it along my body. Suddenly remembering that in my haste to leave the presence of James that I somehow forgot to grab clothes.

A groan rising within me as I’m forced to leave the safety of the bathroom. My hands carefully unlocking the door. My head soon moving to peek out only to frown. James still within the room. Annoyance soon rising as I debate about leaving. James quick to spot me, which causes me to pause. A flinch slowly rising.

“You done there beautiful?”

Quick to resist the urge to roll my eyes do I move to walk out of the room. Not caring if I answered him back. My feet quick to carry me towards a huge walk in closet. Surprise rising within me that there were actual clothes inside of it.

What the?

A part of me wondering how they managed to do it. My emotions getting the better of me. My mind now back on Reece, Dylan and Caleb. A lone tear falling along my face as I try to push them away.

My heart clenching at the thought of them once more.

“Reece…” I whisper. Unaware that James was behind me until he moves to spin me around. His hands holding me tightly as he moves to glare directly at me. His facial expression showing me that he had been listening.

“Never speak of them here. Do you hear me? There nothing but Irish fools. While you are Bratva. A Bratva Princess. And you belong to the Russian. Not to them!”

Panic soon filling my chest at how low and deadly his voice had just gotten. A feral-ness now within his eyes as his Russian accent moves to seep through. My heart stuttering at what I was seeing.

Rage. Pure unadulterated rage. His lips quick in finding mine as I struggle to shove him off of me. His hold over me tight. My mind aware of the bruises he’d leave behind in his wake. James quick in pinning me to the wall of the closet.

A growl leaving his lips. His lips hovering just over mine. “I have half a mind right now to bend you over and fuck you. Right here, right now. But I won’t. At least not yet anyways. No, I’m going to enjoy this first.”

A lone shiver rising within me. The thought of him fulfilling that promise a bit scary. A small whimper rising as James moves to smirk. His eyes still on me as he does.

“Yes… Perfect. That’s it. Fear us. Hate us. Because in the end, you’ll crave us just as much as we crave you.”

A stray thought rising upon hearing those words. “NO” I move to say back. My eyes narrowing. “I’ll never crave you. NEVER. Nor will I crave Nicholas. I’d rather much burn in hell then let you two ever touch me again.”

A dark laugh soon filling the space. “Oh, you’ll regret saying that sweetheart.”

And with that said, James moves to force himself back upon my body. My body now pinned between him and the wall. My towel quick in falling to that of the floor. My body naked as I continued to stand there helplessly.

My mind hoping and praying that this was nothing, but a bad dream and I’d eventually wake up