Free Deliverance for Amelia by Bonny Capps Page B

You’re to smile. You’re to be excited. We are going vacationing as two people in love. If you do not act as such, I will not hesitate to tie up the poor bastard and cut him up in front of your beautiful eyes.”
    She sucks in a breath before I smash my lips against hers. Her body trembles against my chest. She’s so small, so frail. It takes everything in me not to bunch her dress up to her waist and fuck her against the wall.
    I pull away, smiling deviously at her breathless state. She can pretend that she doesn’t want my touch, but her fluttering eyelids and quivering lip say otherwise.
    I wrap an arm around her waist and escort her out the door. I activate the alarm and lock up before we slide into the limo. Once Mr. Kingsley closes the door, I reach for the champagne resting in the ice bucket and pour us each a flute. She looks surprised as her fingers wrap around the stem.
    “I thought this was a reason to celebrate, especially since you’ll be seeing your father again.” I say.
    Her mouth drops open, “My father?”
    “Yes, my love. He’ll be joining us in Cabo.”
    Her eyes travel to the window as we pull away from the drive. Finally, she responds.
    “I don’t understand. Why will my father be there?”
    I smirk, “We have rumors to live up to. See,” I lean in and press my cheek against hers before whispering into her ear, “You’ve missed the point. You are mine. Your father has… let’s just say… gifted me you. He’s begun the rumors. The lies. In order to save himself, he’s sacrificed you. You will not escape me. If you try, I will kill everyone that you hold dear – starting with him, and then your mother… and then, your precious Grandma June. I will make you watch every second.”
    I pull away and am pleased to see her fear clouded gaze. Tears are rising to the surface, begging for escape.
    Her body wretches with a sob, and then the waterworks begin.
    Minutes pass.
    “W-why are you doing this to me? I haven’t done anything to you. My father’s sins are his own. I played no part in any of it.” She whispers once the tears begin to dissipate.
    “Because, I want to.” I respond coldly, feeling as though no other explanation is necessary.
    “My father would never sacrifice me. He wouldn’t.” She says.
    “You’re here, aren’t you? He’s a mayor for god sakes; do you not think that he wouldn’t send his men in here in an instant if he wanted to?” I respond, snapping my fingers dramatically.
    All she does is nod slowly, trying to absorb the information that she just received. The rest of the ride is quiet. She sits impassively. Her eyes are blank, lacking any type of emotion. I assume during weeks that she’s been in my company, she knows not to fight me. She can’t fight me. Ever. She’s mine - it’s a simple fact, and after what I’ve just disclosed, she will stay in the palm of my hand.
    Like a good little slave. I’m not done surprising her yet. Her fate burns in my pocket as we speak.
     
     
     
     

Chapter Twenty-Two: Amelia

     
    I STARE OUT THE WINDOW of Gabe’s private jet. As we fly above the clouds, I’d like to feel free, as I normally would have. Before my entire existence was swiped from under my feet by murderous hands. I used to look down at the scattered clouds hovering high above the green and brown patches of earth between bodies of water and feel as though I was a bird in flight. Not any longer. In order to be a bird, you must have wings. If I had wings, I would be free. No. No I wouldn’t. If I had wings, he would clip them. If I had wings, I would still be caged.
    I didn’t think that my heart could hurt any more than it already did. This stranger has stripped me bare. He has taken my body. He has nearly taken my mind, making me forget the pieces that make me unique. He plays me like a marionette. I thought pain was watching someone’s life being stolen away right before my eyes. I thought pain was having my basic human rights stripped