Take Me Once, I'll Bleed You Twice novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115

Wait. Ah, fuck. She remembered where she’d smelled this before; it was Hendricks fucking scent, wasn’t it? Had her sense of smell gotten better within the last hour or something? Dammit, dammit, dammit.

She slammed her finger on the button to lower the window but nothing happened. A couple more attempts proved just as futile of course they’d child locked the windows. She would bet good money they’d engaged the child locks on her deor, too, preventing her from jumping out while on the highway

Yep. She was seriously fucked. The last thing she wanted was to bask in Fuckface’s stench for hours, especially because it caused her to relax without even realizing it. She needed to stay alert, stay sharp, but her body didn’t want to cooperate.

Pulling her feet onto the seat, she hugged her knees to her chest. So long as she focused and didn’t space out, she could prevent herself from doing anything incredibly stupid. Okay. She had this. She could do this.

Think about Riaghaire, she told herself, only to remember what Donovan had said. The vampire was probably dead. As in deart-dead. Thinking about it made her heart hurt but, it was either think of that or Hendricks.

She chose to wallow in her own misery.

By hour three, Beatrice felt like she was going crazy. Being wracked with grief while relaxed was definitely not something she ever wanted to experience again. It was giving her a serious case of whiplash and her head really fucking hurt by the time they pulled up to a gas station.

Hendricks, who hadn’t so much as glanced her way, was up and out before Tweedledick had time to put the vehicle in park.

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Beatrice loathed that she was annoyed Hendricks hadn’t paid any attention to her the entire drive, which was absolutely ridiculous. She didn’t want tam to that was literally what she’d been wanting from the start – and yet she hated that he’d treated her like… like… well, like she acknowledge her existence wasn’t even there!

She lowered her feet to the floor with a groan. Sitting curled up like that for hours meant she was one stiff human. A stiff human that really, really needed to pee. Except, all the wolves had stepped out of the vehicle without so much as a howdy-do in her direction, leaving her locked inside.

Fucking. Great.

Scooting over to the other side of the seat, she tapped her knuckles on the window to get Tweedledick’s attention the other two were doing who knew what inside. “What?,” he snapped.

he was putting gas in the vehic

“You can either let me go pee or enjoy smelling it the rest of the drive,” she told him, trying hard to sound polite. The last thing Se needed was pee herself because she’d pissed off the big bad wolf. Ha. That was almost a good pun.

and stared a

it was thin, more of a windbreaker than a jacket really She watched as the wolf pursed his lips for a moment before let out a sigh. He moved to the back of the SUV and popped the trunk where he offed anwond for a minute before coming back to the door. In his hand he held a jacket through the window. “You need to wear this if you go inside.”

What the hell. “Why?”

His hesitation was visible. “You have bruises on your arm and neck.”

Huh? Oh, right. Dumdum had chocked her out and dickface here had grabbed her arm in a vice grip. This was definitely a them problem. She didn’t care ii people saw her bruises and they only cared because it made it look like she was being abused

Beatrice couldn’t really decide if this could be classed as abuse. It was definitely fucked up but, generally speaking, they’d never laid a hand on her… until

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Today wow Hendricks had marked her and she had been referring to that as rape so… But abuse still felt wrong Wait, why was she making excuses for

them? This was abuse, goddamifit.

If only her thoughts made sense.

Sighing, she agreed to his demand. He opened the door and shoved the jacket at her, which she pulled on and zipped all the way up. There was a brief moment where she debated making a scene in the gas station – the more attention she drew, the better her chances of getting away from the wolves would be but at the same time, they could literally just toss her over a shoulder and book it or knock her out. Or say she’s off her meds and paint her as insane She couldn’t decide if being thrown in the funny house would be better or worse.

Okay, she was thinking about this far too much. Right now, at this moment in time, she had to focus on getting to the restroom before her bladder expinded.

Beatrice hustled inside, the Beta wolf not far behind. She didn’t bother looking left or right, only taking note of where the restrooms were and heading in

that direction.

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