Page 22 of My Crazy Killers
“It doesn’t matter anymore. Now we’re out of there, we don't have to play his sick games anymore,” she says with more fire than I expected.
“Is that how you got these marks?” Pete asks, gesturing to her back.
“Yes. First, he asked Jagger which of us would get five lashes. He chose them for himself.”
We all turn our heads to Jagger, and I nod in silent thanks. We all would have done the same thing, but I am pleased he was able to spare her from that. Although she still got marked somehow.
“Then he asked me the same question.”
“Shit, angel. You should have given them to Jagger,” Pete says gently.
“Are you crazy? Look at his back! Imagine how much worse it would be if he had twice the amount. No, it had to be this way. But that's why we knew we had to get out of there.”
“How did you manage to escape?” Elias asks as he sits on the edge of the bed beside her.
“Sergei, he was one of my guards. He gave me the key to Jagger’s cuffs.”
Even Jagger lifts his head when he hears that, looking confused. He clearly didn’t know this piece of information.
“Why would he do that?” Elias asks her.
She shrugs. “I have no idea why he helped us when he did.”
“Then you gave the key to Jagger?” Dex asks, moving the story forward.
“Yeah, I snuck it to him at breakfast, and a little while later I found him outside my window and let him in. We waited until the shift change out back to make our escape. We saw cameras around the perimeter, so we had to loop back through the yard. That’s when you guys found us.”
“We’re all here now so you two can rest and recover,” Elias tells her before glancing over his shoulder at Jagger, who nods in approval.
Wren reaches her left arm backward toward Jagger, and when she finds his hand, he wraps his fingers tightly around hers.
What they went through must have brought them closer together. But that’s not what causes a strong surge of jealousy to spike through my system.
Kneeling on the bed, I lean between them and grab her hand, tilting it so I can get a better look as I ask through clenched teeth, “What the hell is on your finger?”
CHAPTER TWELVE
WREN
My jaw drops open, but nothing comes out. I snap it shut and swallow the lump in my throat. It doesn’t help that I’m lying in bed on my stomach, topless and unable to move, while multiple sets of eyes stare at me, waiting for a response.
I wasn’t sure how to explain this, especially not without hurting anyone’s feelings.
“You’re still wearing it,” Elias says quietly. When I tilt my head toward him, I see him staring over my body at my hand still holding Jagger’s, the one still sporting the engagement ring he put on me.
“Did that come from you?” Dex asks Elias.
“Dude!” Pete says in disbelief. “I can’t believe you proposed to our girlfriend!”
My cheeks heat with guilt for wearing it. Would they think I cheated on them? Jagger knew the truth, and he wasn’t upset. Of course, he never got upset with me.
“I didn’t!” Elias says in defense.
“You didn’t?” Sly asks, moving around to stand where Ican see him. His arms are crossed over his chest, and he doesnotlook impressed right now. “So, you didn’t give her that engagement ring that’s on her finger right now?”
My hand tightens in Jagger’s, and he strokes his thumb across the back of my fingers in silent comfort.
“I did. But I didn’t propose. I just sort of…”
