Chapter 129 Undone - Miguel POV
I groan when I come to, my head splitting wide open from a headache that I've never experienced before.
What the fuck happened?
The last thing I remember was planting Ben's phone in the dining room.
That motherfucker.
He probably spiked my drink while I left the room.
He wouldn't do anything sexually to me, would he? I'm his brother, that would be taking it too far, even for him.
But even as I'm thinking that thought, I realise I'm still fucking naive. Of course he would do something to me.
I turn on my side, carefully feeling if my asshole feels different, but it seems that I'm unharmed. At least on the outside.
I find the cloning phone and my gun on the bedside table, and I carefully check if every bullet is accounted for, because why would he drug me if not to rape me?
Even the gun seems untouched, so why?
The door to my childhood room opens and Samuel walks in, pausing slightly when he sees me sitting upright.
He's carrying a tray, and he puts it down next to my gun, before straightening and clearing his throat.
"I'm assuming you have a headache this morning." Samuel says formally, meaning he knows fucking something. "I'm a little disappointed Miguel, I thought you were smarter than leaving a drink unattended, especially around Catherine."
The room suddenly feels too small, and my lungs constrict, the air struggling to filter through.
"What are you saying?" I'm scared to even hear the answer. It's been ten years since I've escaped this hell-hole, I told myself I would never be in that position again.
Yet, here I am.
"Let's just say you should be glad I decided to check up on things, and came in here before she did what she planned."
And in that statement lies so many answers to questions I always had.
Samuel knows that Caroline sexually abused me. That means he chose not do anything about it.
He must read the accusation in my eyes before he sighs deeply. "I only have two eyes and two hands, Miguel. Don't ever make unnecessary errors again."
He turns around and walks out, leaving me fucking furious. At myself for being fucking stupid, and at him for not protecting a child when I needed him.
And at Caroline, who thought she could fuck with me again.
I have the urge to go looking for her, and grasp her neck and twist it in one single move so she falls over and die, and taking all my nightmares with her.
But I have to think of the endgame here.
Madison.
She's all that matters.
I dodged a bullet, and I won't put make myself vulnerable like this again. This is just affirmation that these people are snakes just ready to strike, and I refuse to be their victim again.
I hastily drink the pain killers and water Samuel brought me, before quickly getting dressed and getting the fuck out of the devil's lair.
Samuel nods to me at the door as he hands me my coat. "Don't ever come here again unless your father is here. Enjoy the rest of your weekend."
There are so many things I want to say to him, insults to be thrown, but I calmly take my coat and leave.
Lucille looks like she hasn't slept a wink when I knock on her hotel room.
"Where the hell have you been! I almost gathered a search party!" She exclaims, her worry palpable. "What the fuck happened!"
I take the phone out of my pocket, fury brewing in my veins and the headache refusing to budge.
"It doesn't matter. I got the clone." I'm not about to lay all my trauma at her feet, I'm still pissed off at myself for allowing it to happen.
I don't want to wait any longer. I want Ben dead and I want Caroline crying at his grave. I want her destroyed. I want a front row seat to watch her crumble, I just have to figure out how do I kill Ben without making it look too suspicious.
I can see Lucille wants to ask more questions, but she just purses her lips and nods, taking the phone from me and taking a seat behind her laptop.
"I'm going to take a shower, I will be back as soon as I'm done." I go to my own room, checking my phone for any messages or calls from T.J., getting my hopes up that Madison will have left me something.
But of course there's nothing from her, and I quickly get in the shower, jerking off because my dick is rock hard. Whatever shit that bitch gave me was obviously something to get me aroused too. The climax feels unsatisfying, and my dick is still hard. How the fuck am I supposed to walk around with an erection the whole day?
I try masturbating again, imagining that I'm fucking Madison instead, her ballet legs spread wide while I hammer into her. This time I cum a little harder, and my dick deflates enough so it doesn't look too suspicious when I join Lucille.
"Could you find something?"
She's typing away on her keyboard, her fingers moving fast. "He has security codes on everything, so I'm just trying to bypass that, just give me some time."
I should let her work, I know that, but I'm feeling extremely antsy after last night. I've tried being patient, and it clearly did not work.
I need the necessary intel, so I can figure out my next steps.
"Whooooaaaa!" Lucille exclaims, and I hurry to stand behind her.
"What?"
She presses play on a video, her face scrunching up in disgust at what is happening on screen.
It's disturbing.
And it's exactly what I need to ruin Ben's life.