\[Rosco’s POV\]
The world fades in and out as I feel myself being lifted off the chair I sit on and dragged across the room and into another. When I’m released, I feel something soft and fluffy beneath me.
Just to my right, I can hear muffled conversation, but due to the ringing in my ears, I can’t quite make out what is being said.
Fuck, how could I let this happen when I knew better than anyone what Nadia was capable of? I was being kind, and when whatever the fuck was running through my veins disappeared, I was just going to kill her and have every fucking doctor and chemist figure out what the hell was needed for Denali.
With this thought in mind, I wait until the world starts to come back into view so that I find I’m in a bed and my wrists and feet are cuffed. Standing at the end of the bed is Nadia, who is now dressed in skimpy lingerie.
Behind her, standing by the door, is a photographer and videographer, and I immediately understand what is happening here. She was trying to get a second chance at the plot that didn’t work back then.
“Haven’t you already learned?” I growl around the dryness in my mouth. “This won’t…”
“Just wait,” she beams, climbing onto the bed and taking her place beside me. “There’s something you should see.”
Frowning, I begin to fight as she reaches over, grabs a remote off the bedside table, and clicks the power button. Immediately, a TV in front of us turns on, and I find myself staring at Denali as she lays motionless in a bed with nothing but a blanket covering her.
“What did you do?" I growl, trying my damnest to break free of the cuffs that cut into my skin. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“You love her so much because she is so innocent and pure,” Nadia responds, climbing on top of me so she is strattling me. “So if I destroy that which is pure and she becomes tainted, you won’t want her anymore.”
Destroy… What the fuck did she mean by destroy?
As this thought flashes through my mind, the door to the room Denali is in opens, and Alexander comes walking in. His movements are shaky, and his face is flushed. If this were any other time, anyone would assume that he was drunk, but it was easy for me to tell that he was drugged.
“RELEASE ME!” I roar as Alexander slumps onto the bed with Denali and begins to take her in. “YOU’VE GONE TOO FAR THIS TIME!”
“Relax,” Nadia purrs, running her claws down my shirt so she can rip it open. “Don’t you realize this was the way it should have been from the very start? Denali should have been with Alexander, and you should have been with me.”
Gritting my teeth, I continue to pull against my cuffs, and when I feel the bones in my hand beginning to break, I pull harder.
“Don’t think about it,” Nadia whispers, catching my intent. “Outside of this building are thousands of reporters waiting for your appearance, and if you don’t stay here and cooperate, your wife’s sex tape will be all over the news and the internet.”
To prove her point, she nods toward the TV so that I can see that someone is also with Denali, holding a camera.
Fuck! I once again fucked up, and now Denali was in trouble, but if she was there, where the hell was Marty? How could he let something like this happen unless...
“What did you do to Marty?” I hiss. “Where the hell is he?”
“Who?” Nadia asks, cocking her head to the side. “Oh, do you mean the babysitter you left for Denali? I’m sure he is somewhere in the heavens by this point.”
A giggle of delight escapes her lips as she speaks, and I feel Fabian stirring, ready to attack. Not giving two shits what the outcome was, I let him take control, and when he manages to pull one of our hands free, he sits up and wraps our teeth around Nadia’s shoulder.
Letting out a shriek, she turns to the men behind her and nods, indicating they can start rolling, but I don’t care. They could record this all they wanted. If my assumption was right, then Denali was somewhere in the same building that I was. Or somewhere nearby. There was no way that Nadia would let her go too far in case her plan went south.
Taking control again, I lift my quickly healing hand, wrap it around her throat, and squeeze.
“Tell those bastards with Denali to stop Alexander!” I growl as Nadia’s eyes widen with shock. "Otherwise, I’ll fucking kill you right here and now!”
When the words leave my lips, multiple men surge into the room and grab me, freeing Nadia from my grasp.
Snarling, I begin to fight against them while eyeing the TV, where Alexander is now on top of Denali, kissing down her body while his hands pull at the blanket covering her. Once it is out of place, my biggest fear is confirmed.
Strengthening my attempts to break free, I throw one man aside and then go for the other, but before I can manage to fight them all off, a needle is being stabbed into my neck, and once again, the world around me begins to fade, and I know that I’ve truly made the biggest mistake of my life.
\[Denali’s POV\]
My body is so heavy when I start to come to. So heavy that I don’t think I can move it. Or was it actually heavy, or was there someone on top of me making it feel that way? I didn’t know, but something about the situation left me uneasy.
Slowly, I begin to pry my eyes open so that I’m left staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling. Frowning, I let my gaze travel down until it came to rest on the far side of the room, where two men with cameras stood recording.
Heart-hammering, I feel soft kisses being placed against my skin. Eyes widening, I snap my gaze to Alexander, who is attacking my skin with his lips.
“Alexander!” I hiss, attempting to move, only to find that my body won’t move. “STOP!”
For a moment, Alexander’s glazed gaze comes to rest on mine, but from the animalistic need I see there, I know that he isn’t in his right state of mind.
“Aelxander,” I repeat, hoping that he will snap out of it. “Please stop! You know as well as I do that this isn’t right!”
True fear begins to claw its way through me as he continues to watch me with that same gaze, and when he lowers his head and takes my nipple into his mouth, I know that he doesn’t understand me.
Swallowing down the disgust I feel over another man doing such a thing to me, I continue to fight against whatever it is that is in my system, but with each passing minute, I remain unmoving.
“NO!” I hiss as Alexander's lips and tongue begin to travel toward my pussy. “THIS HAS TO STOP!” I shriek, unwilling to let any other man than Rosco touch me there. "NOW!"
As the words leave my lips, I feel an explosion of power, which sends Alexander toppling, but before I can think too hard about what it was that just happened, a coppery taste fills my mouth before blood explodes from my lips and pain races through me.
Gagging, I turn my head to avoid choking on the blood that is quickly bubbling up my throat while Alexander climbs off the ground and wobbles his way toward me once more.
“STOP!” I roar, feeling that same power explode again. “STAY BACK!”
I don’t know where this power is coming from, and I don’t care what the consequences of using it are as long as I manage to keep Alexander away, but once again, that fiery pain races through me before my nose begins to bleed along with my throat. Even if I wasn’t sure where the power was coming from, one thing was becoming clear: this power didn’t come without a price.