Sick For Them

Her Crazy

Chase POV

We walk away from her to talk. This entire situation is f*ck*d *p. So much for it being quick, easy and straightforward. She’s a f*ck*ng crazed one, mocking us and begging in a way that is saying don’t save me. She’s drunk. She wasn’t meant to be drunk.

“So now what? If we don’t use her to get it back, we look weak. But if what she said is true, we’re not getting it, they will happily take her back in pieces,” I don’t like this. He used us to solve his f*ck*ng problem.

“We can’t send her back,” Blake argues. I know that he’s right. It won’t look good. We need to find some use for her, so it seems like we did more than bring her here for a quick holiday.

“Got to agree with Blake. Carl used us to escape her. We throw her out. What’s to stop him from hurting her?” Jax looks at me.

“Are you joking? Who gives a sh*t if he hurts her. This isn’t on us; the only reason I agree to her staying is so we don’t look weak.” I argue, and Blake grabs the back of my neck.

“You need to calm down, please. You’ve been stressed since it was taken; it’s nothing.” Blake says as he moves closer to me. Panic floods through my body, and I knock him back. My eyes go to her, and she’s watching. She’s f*ck*ng watching.

“Really?” Blake looks at me, hurt. Sh*t. “I touched your neck; you’re acting like I f*ck*ng dropped to my knees in front of her,” Blake stares at me, hurt.

“We don’t know her; we can’t risk it,” I argue, and Blake’s eyes widen in hurt.

“I could understand if I tried doing something, Chase. I didn’t. I was trying to calm you down,” he turns and walks off.

“F*ck*ng hell Chase, suddenly you’re worried at home about people seeing?” Jax looks at me.

“I panicked. I’ll apologise. We don’t know her, though; how can we trust her not to repeat what she sees?” I look at him, and he knows I’m right.

“See what Chase? Blake holding the back of your neck as we talk? It was innocent, speak to her. See who she is, what she does, everything. Then we will show her to a room until we fix this. I’ll speak to Blake,” Jax turns and leaves. I’m not heartless; I don’t want people to know.

Grabbing a chair, I sit and face her.

“Who are you, Dhalia?” I ask and wait, watching as she chews on her lip. Her face is showing she’s considering her answer. It’s not the face of her planning to lie; it’s the face of someone who is lost. Someone who doesn’t know themselves. My eyes drop to her legs and slowly move across her body.

She’s beautiful. Her thick thighs make me want to bite them and wrap them around my waist. Shaking the thoughts from my head, I sit back.

“You’re struggling to work that out there, aren’t you?” I ask and watch her nod. It shouldn’t be a tricky question to answer. Not at all. Does she honestly not know who she is?

“What would you like to know, Chase?” F*ck, the way she says my name makes me so d*mn hard.

“You said he wasn’t your dad. You said that the whole wedding is arranged. Explain that.” I want to know more.

“That’s all there is to it. I turned eighteen, and I was told he wasn’t my dad. We had never been close, and I moved out at fifteen. I got a job and worked to live by myself. Didn’t hear f*ck all from him until I hit twenty-one.” Her face pales, and I watch her breathe deeply. “The f*ck*r got me sacked. Whenever I got a job, it was gone within days because he made them fire me. That’s when he propositioned me. S*x to keep my latest job, I spat at him, called him a sick f*ck and walked away.”

Her words are fierce. Something inside of me snaps, and I swear if there was ever a time I wanted to beat someone to death, it’s now. Her own father? Using power to try and get s*x from her?

“How did you manage to live without a job?” She can’t have it, so did she eventually give in?

“He offered me another choice. An arranged marriage with Carl. He was happy for me to walk after we had married. He just wanted to ensure that his deal went through. Carl’s dad wanted Carl and me to marry for that deal to go through. To lock the families together.”

Sh*t. I stare at her. She had three choices. Agree to sleep with him, agree to the marriage, or refuse. Then what? Starve to death, be on the streets? She took the one choice that was the least painful.

“Carl isn’t a bad guy. He has his affairs but doesn’t raise his hand to me. I work, I live my own life. We live our own lives. To start with, we were a couple; now we’re just two people living together.”

She shrugs like it’s nothing. It’s everything, but then again, it’s her life, something she has gotten used to and lived. She’s twenty-four, and Carl is a prick. Arranged marriage or not, she is stunning, and he decides to f*ck other women and then get her killed? Or at least hoped we would.

We rarely kill people, which he didn’t know. He clearly has no idea about us at all.

“Can I have some water?” She smiles at me, and I squint at her. Water?

“You want water?” Of all the things she could ask for right now, she asks for water.

“I drank a f*ck*ng lot before you guys took me. It’s wearing off, my throat is dry, and I’m sobering up to this f*ck*d *p reality, so yes, water,” her words are louder, and I move to unfasten her.

“Don’t try to run, okay?” I look up at her, and she nods. “We need to figure sh*t out; if you run, it means little to me, but considering your soon-to-be husband did this, knowing there’s a chance you would die, it means he wants you dead.”

As much as I don’t want her here and finding out about us, we’ve got no choice. I’m also a f*ck*ng sucker when it comes to a damsel, and she is a damsel. Fierce, crazy and a fighter, but still a f*ck*ng damsel. Once I’ve removed all the rope, I get ready for her to try and run. She doesn’t.

I watch as she stands, and I walk out with her following. Going through, I get into the kitchen and grab her a bottle of water from the fridge. Holding it out, I watch as she takes it.

“Thanks,” she mutters and looks down. I watch as her fingers slowly stroke along the condensation of the bottle before opening it and taking a large gulp. She moans slightly, and I, for some reason, watch the roll of her throat as she swallows. She puts the lid back on and leans over the island.

“If you want me to do a real video, say. However, it will be a wasted effort. My stepdad wanted to gain from me, so paying for me to be rescued isn’t gaining anything—not when he’s already signed that deal.” Her words are flat, and I know it’s pointless.

As soon as I heard about her situation, I knew nothing would work to get what I wanted and needed. I glance up seeing Jax walking over. I want to ask if Blake is okay, but that will make her wonder why he wouldn’t be.

“I see you got free of the chair,” Jax smirked, and she nodded.

“I did. It went from me being tied to a chair, hoping for a strip tease, to, well, this.” She throws her hands up and waves them crazily. I fight back the smirk and frown at her.

“The Third door on the right. You can sleep in there tonight; tomorrow, we will discuss things,” Jax explains. I watch her nod and walk off. The sound of the door closing has me looking at Jax.

“Is he okay?” I ask, knowing that it is pointless.

“Rather than ask me, go speak to him.” His words have my eyes flicker to the room she is in. “You’re f*ck*ng paranoid she will see? What would she see if she walked in? You talking?” He glares at me, and I get I p*ss*d him off by hurting Blake.

He walks around the island and stops beside me. My body tenses. “F*ck me, go back in the closet, just remember when you do, you push us into it as well,” he turns and storms out. The sound of his door slamming has me groan.

He wouldn’t understand.