Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6

S he really needed to stop screwing up her life, Jill decided as she kept her face buried in the pillow that she currently had a death grip on while she waited for the excruciating pain tearing through her stomach to stop and-

“Hold her down,” came the bored command that barely had time to register when she suddenly found herself roughly rolled over.

Before her back touched the mattress, four sets of hands were pinning her arms and legs to the bed while another large hand grabbed hold of her jaw and gave it a squeeze, giving her a choice, open her mouth or risk getting her jaw broken.

“Let’s get this over with before we go over the rules,” came the bored command that drew Jill’s attention to the large man with short dark hair standing by the bed, watching her through silver eyes as the hand holding her jaw gave it a warning squeeze that left her with no choice but to open her mouth and-

Tore a muffled scream from her when a long feeding tube was suddenly placed in her mouth and the hard plastic tip was pushed down her throat, threatening to tear her throat apart while Jill was forced to lay there, struggling to pull her arms free so that she could grab the tube before it could-

A pained gasp was forced back down her throat as the sounds of the bones in her arms snapping in two echoed throughout the room only to be followed by a scream that was cut off before it had a chance to really begin as the tube was forced another inch down her throat. The hands holding down her legs tightened in warning, letting her know that they would break her legs next if she moved again. Frustrated tears rolled down her face as she was forced to lay there while the tube that felt like sandpaper grinding against her throat was pushed another inch, tearing her throat open as it went.

Before they finished pushing the tube down her throat, someone was attaching a funnel to the other end and-

Destroyed every last hope that this was just a bad dream as she was forced to watch two men slice open bags of blood and pour them into the funnel. She felt her stomach drop as she watched the blood race down the tube seconds before she closed her eyes, unable to watch the blood coating the last few inches of the tube before it made its way down her throat.

Warmth spread throughout her stomach and chest seconds later before making its way to her spine, leaving a tingling sensation behind as it raced to her bones, shot up her neck and into her skull, over her shoulders, down her hips, and finally, made its way to her fingertips and toes, causing the bones in her arms to snap back into place, sending a fresh wave of agonizing pain down to her hands only to disappear before it reached her fingertips. Even the throbbing pain left behind from the tube shoved down her throat was gone, leaving Jill lying there, slowly exhaling as she was forced to face her worst nightmare.

He’d changed her.

“Let’s go over the rules, shall we?” came the coldly murmured words as the tube was pulled out of her throat, leaving her gasping for air.

“You do what you’re told when you’re told. It’s that simple,” he began as Jill opened her eyes and-

Had her back bowing off the bed as a scream was torn from her throat as the metal cuff wrapped around her ankle sent agonizing pain tearing through her leg as the hands pinning her to the bed suddenly let go. Just as quickly as the pain started, it stopped, leaving her struggling to catch her breath as she curled up onto her side and glared at the man that she was really starting to hate.

“If you don’t…” he said, letting his words trail off as he raised his hand so that she could see the phone in his hand and tore another scream from her as she reached down to tear the cuff off her ankle only to grab hold of the sheet instead when the pain doubled, leaving her gasping for air.

“Your cuff is made from titanium and the metal sensors that are pressing against your skin are made from silver to ensure that every last surge of electricity makes its way into your body whenever you do something to piss me off,” he began, sounding bored as she took in the man before her from his neatly combed hair to the tailored suit that he wore before she shifted her focus back to the silver eyes watching her curiously and found herself wondering what he was. “We’re on the fiftieth floor with the only exit heavily guarded. The floors and ceilings have been soundproofed, so you can feel free to scream your head off for help that’s never going to come.”

Since she already knew that it was pointless to scream for help, Jill looked past Logan’s henchman, expecting to find Logan sitting in the chair across the room watching her, looking bored only…

He wasn’t there.

Neither was the chair, Jill realized as she glanced to her right to find the remains of the chair lying in front of the wall that it apparently destroyed. Frowning, she took in the rest of the room, noting the hole in the wall where someone had driven their fist from the looks of it, the destroyed nightstands by the bed and the hole in the wall where the remains of a camera now hung.

“Where’s Logan?” Jill asked as she took in the rest of the room, wondering why Logan wasn’t handling this himself since this seemed like the kind of thing that he would enjoy and-

“What did I tell you about pissing me off?” came the quietly murmured question as she was forced to grab hold of the sheet as searing pain tore through her leg.

“Any attempts to remove your cuff, refuse to eat, or do anything to piss me off will result in me forgetting to take my finger off the button,” he murmured absently as he considered Jill for a moment before his gaze flickered back to the remains of that camera. “I think a demonstration is in order, don’t you?” he drawled as he glanced back at her and-

Tore another scream from her, and this time, it didn’t stop.

It didn’t stop when the chain attached to her cuff dragged her off the bed or when her back hit the floor as every muscle in her body seized up and every bone in her body felt like it was about to snap in two. It didn’t stop when a fresh scream was torn from her lips when her heart threatened to explode in her chest as she was dragged across the large bedroom and into the pitch-black closet or when the closet door slid shut behind her, leaving her trapped with memories that

Boston, Massachusetts

“The camera?” Logan said as soon as the demon stepped into the room.

“Is being replaced now,” Tomas said while Logan settled back in his chair as he waited for the small black square that should have been fixed by now to start working.

“It should have been replaced as soon as I gave the fucking order,” Logan drawled on a bored sigh as his gaze flickered to the rest of the small images filling up his iPad. He watched as men came and went with new furniture to replace the furniture that he’d destroyed, the cleaners make quick work of the mess he’d left behind while others carried ladders, tools, and paint into the bedroom that he still couldn’t fucking see.

“Gray said that he had his hands full with your guest,” Tomas said, dropping down on the couch with a heavy sigh.

“Has she been fed?” Logan asked, allowing himself one last glance at the screen before he shifted his attention back to his laptop and waited for the list to finish updating.

“She tried to fight it, but he eventually managed to convince her to eat,” Tomas said after a slight hesitation.

“How?” Logan asked as the list finally finished updating.

“He had to use the feeding tube,” Tomas said as he helped himself to the book that Logan left on the coffee table.

“Any problems?” Logan asked, scrolling through the list, making sure that Jill’s name hadn’t made a reappearance and absently noting that most of the occupants of the Williams mansion were on the list.

“He said that she was nervous, but once he was able to get blood in her that she calmed down and was able to relax enough to go into the closet and wait while everything was fixed,” Tomas said as he tossed the book back on the coffee table. “This isn’t like you.”

“Meaning?” Logan murmured absently as he scrolled to a stop on a familiar name.

Kale Quinn.

He took in the bounty on the shifter’s head before shifting his attention to the left to see who’d posted the bounty and sighed. Fucking Vane. He knew better than to go after Kale, Logan thought as he scrolled down the page and took in the fifty-million-dollar bounty on the one thing that was going to bring him one step closer to ending this.

“You don’t normally make a habit of taking in strays,” Tomas said, making Logan’s lips twitch as he clicked on the name of the woman that was going to help him destroy Kale.

“No, I don’t,” Logan murmured in agreement as he typed in his username and password.

“What’s different about her?” Tomas asked, sounding genuinely curious as Logan raised the bid on Kale’s mate by ten million dollars.

“I need you to find out something for me,” Logan said instead as he closed the laptop and focused his attention back on the iPad.

“What do you need?” Tomas asked as Logan focused back on that black square as it flickered back to life.

“I need you to find a way to remove my mark before you hand her back over to the Sentinels.”