Page 182 of Pucking Them
My muscles ache, but determined, I blink at the blurred door and head toward it.
I let out an oomph, as Olivia stamps her boot into the back of my head, pressing my face into the carpet. She pins me in place.
I gasp for breath. My heart is beating too rapidly.
“Are you the snake now in Eden?” She rubs my face more aggressively into the carpet. “Just relax. You look like you’re going to have a seizure. I haven’t done anything.”
What?
I kick my legs.
“You are smarter than I was expecting,” Olivia admits. “You were right about the meds. Your notes made it clear that you don’t get on well with this one’s side effects. It was deemed too high risk. It’s why I put you on them. I hoped that it wouldwreck your chances on the ice. I thought that ruining your dream would be punishment enough for what you’d done to Bruno. Having read all your notes and met you, however, I’ve realized how dangerous you are. I increased your dosage. The seizure probably won’t kill you. Won’t it be fun to find out?”
My jaw clenches.
I am shaking, unable to move.
My mind is clouded, but despite the fear, all I can think about is Robyn and Shay.
My girlfriend and boyfriend, subs, and the two people I love more than anyone in the world.
The only people I will ever love.
I have just promised that it will be forever and not a day less.
I can’t leave them. It would destroy them to be abandoned.
I regret many things in my life. If I die, the only thing I truly fear is leaving them alone.
Fear shoots through me that I’mnotmarried to them.
Panic floods me.
How could I have acted like I had endless time to work things out? If I die now, then they would be thrown out of the home that I created just for them. They wouldn’t inherit anything like they were nothing to me.
It’s wrong.
I can’t die.
I can’t leave my real family.
“No,” I mouth.
“Your issue is the need for control.” Olivia grinds her boot harder against my head. “Now, it’s been stripped from you. This is simply an experimental therapy. Sometimes, I needed to tear your brother down as well in order to build him back up again. If you survive, you’ll thank me.”
I gasp, clawing against the floor.
Suddenly, the office door crashes open.
“Get away from my husband.” Robyn sounds like a vengeful Valkyrie.
Relief washes over me.
I can’t raise my head. I can’t even see. But Robyn is here.
She’s fucking here.
A scuffle above me, followed by a screech of pain from Olivia as her boot is lifted from my head. Then the sound of furniture being knocked over.
