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Byron looked shocked then said, “He must be getting tired, my
king. He was shooting with excellent skill a moment ago.”
Reed exhaled a long breath. “Byron, would you see to his bow
and have it brought to our chambers?”
Byron took Chase’s bow then bowed to Reed. “Yes, my king.”
Reed turned to Chase. “I’ll take you back to our rooms and let you
investigate them while I’m working. I’d feel better if you were there.”
Chase nodded like a good servant and followed. Truth to tell, he
could use a nap. His body was still a little sore from his wild sex
adventures and the exercise. Plus, it was mentally exhausting to play
Reed’s submissive.
Paying close attention to the direction they were heading and his
surroundings, Chase started getting a feel for where things were. Once
they were back in their rooms, Reed informed him that he’d be
working late and that food would be brought to his private dining
room at seven that night. He’d also been informed that his closet was
now full of clothes for him.
As Reed walked out of the room, Chase had that same creepy
feeling that something wasn’t right. He needed to call Craig.
Something wasn’t right about this resort. After searching the room for
a phone and not finding one, Chase decided to see the clothes Reed
was talking about. He gasped when he stepped into the room. It was
huge and full of clothes. The colors were spectacular. Some were
solid while others had unique patterns. They all seemed fitted, like
Reed’s. Chase couldn’t figure out why Reed thought he needed so
many clothes. Surely he wasn’t staying here for a month. His prick of
a boss would be furious.
Chase looked through the closet for a good fifteen minutes before
weariness drug him down. Quickly he slid into a T-shirt and some
sleep pants he’d found in a drawer. A sigh of pleasure pushed past his
lips. These were by far the softest clothes he’d ever put on. They must
cost a fortune. Too bad he couldn’t take them home. Chase walked
out of the closet and decided to give in to the bed that had been
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calling him. Looking around for a clock, Chase was disappointed not
to see one. It must be about six o’clock. That would give him enough
time for a quick nap. If he overslept, they surely would hold his
supper for him. He crawled on the bed and within minutes was fast
asleep.
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Chapter Five
Chase woke to a rag being shoved into his mouth.
If this was Reed’s idea of fun, he was about to get his ass kicked
by the no-longer-submissive Chase. Through the darkness, Chase
made out four bodies. He struggled against the two men tying his
hands behind his back. Chase was pretty sure none of the men were
Reed, Tate, or Simon. If those wannabe fairies thought they could
share him with everybody at this resort, they were in for a big
surprise. Chase Andrew Dolan was not an easy lay.
One man knelt in front of him. “We refuse to breed with weak
little humans. Our group will show the planet how easy it is to take
you out.”
Chase had had enough. He lunged forward and head-butted the
fake fairy. Enough was enough. Attracted to Reed or not, he was
leaving. The man in front of him howled then pulled a knife and held
it to his throat. Maybe I’ll leave in a minute.
The two men holding his arms slid from the bed and pulled Chase
off with them. Chase lifted his legs and kicked out sideways. Both
men grunted and one went down. Chase shrugged free and ran for the
open door. The air whooshed from his lungs when one of the assholes
jumped him and slammed him to the floor. Pain shot through his nose.
If not for the thick carpet, he would have been knocked out. Chase
could feel blood trickling from his nose, and then the coppery taste
invaded his mouth. These motherfuckers are going to pay.
Within seconds, his broken nose started to swell. With the blood-
soaked rag in his mouth cutting off his oxygen, Chase’s world started
to dim.
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“Turn the feisty little fucker over,” a gruff voice said.
Chase groaned and choked as he was turned over.
“Oh shit. He’s suffocating.”
“Doc, realign his nose,” the gruff voice ordered.
A strong hand suddenly pulled and twisted Chase’s nose. He
gagged, and his body jerked as pain engulfed him. It felt as if they’d
shoved a red hot poker up his nose. Tears were running down his
cheeks, and blood was still dripping from his nose. Surely, this isn’t
part of the resort’s program. Fear rooted itself in Chase’s heart. If he
was in the hands of madmen, his chances for survival were slim.
Given the chance, he’d take out as many of them as he could. Chase
mentally calmed himself down. His nose was too damaged to allow
for fast breathing. Rage was crawling under his skin.
He was lifted and kicked when he refused to walk. The pain that
shot through his thigh fed the rage inside him.
The man to his left whined, “He won’t walk.”
“Then carry him,” growled the man behind him.
Chase held back a moan when his arms were wrenched upward
until his feet were a foot off the floor. Tall-ass fuckers. His head fell
forward, and in a daze he watched his blood drip onto the carpet.
One man scouted ahead while the leader followed, giving orders.
“Hurry up, you fools.”
They turned down so many halls Chase’s aching head couldn’t
keep up. Long after his arms had gone numb, they left the building
and Chase was shoved into the back of some sort of delivery vehicle.
He had counted two rows of seats. Once they were all in, the driver
took off. Chase rolled to his side and chewed on the blood-soaked rag
until he could spit the nasty thing out. With it gone, he was able to
gulp in deep breaths of air. His face hurt like hell.
Where was Reed? Had they killed him? Agony ripped his heart
apart. His hands itched to kill them all. Chase’s military training [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]