Broken Minds by Marissa Farrar

Author:Marissa Farrar
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Dark Romance, series, kidnapping, Billionaire Romance, captive romance, millionaire romance, serial killer, complete series, Bad Blood, Marissa Farrar, kidnapped, enemies to lovers, revenge romance
Publisher: Warwick House Press
Published: 2020-03-10T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

I must be losing my mind, letting Hayden Vale into my head and body like that. And heart, too? Could I ever let him into my heart? This was wrong on so many levels, but I couldn’t change the way he’d taken over my thoughts, and the way my body reacted every time he was near.

I was sticky and sweaty from the sex, and though my hands were still cuffed, I needed to take a shower. It would be awkward, but it needed doing. I figured the metal could get wet. At least Hayden had torn off the t-shirt. I couldn’t help the smile that touched my lips. I had the feeling he’d probably enjoyed doing that.

He had the boat back now, so we’d be moving off the island soon.

The idea filled me with a combination of anticipation and dread. I hoped to get away long before ever coming face to face with my father, but the possibility of seeing him again made me panicky and lightheaded. I was terrified of what my reaction would be, and I knew the main thing I was fearing was that I’d feel something that resembled how I’d felt about him when I’d been a child. I’d loved him so much growing up. He’d been the fun, easygoing one, always tickling me to make me laugh, or sneaking me treats after Mom had said no. I knew it was all an act, of course. He’d been very good at hiding what he really was—a coldblooded killer. It was part of what made him good at what he did—his ability to make people love him—and that didn’t stop when it came to his family. We were part of his guise; I saw that now. People saw him as a safe, reliable family man, who kissed his wife often in public, and who was happy getting on the ground to play with his children. And we’d played along, his willing victims.

My anticipation came from the possibility of freedom and also knowing I’d be spending time with Hayden. The cuffs still around my wrists told me I shouldn’t be wanting to, and reminded me that he was my captor, not my friend, but I couldn’t deny that there was something alluring about him.

I went into the bathroom and stepped beneath the shower. Quickly, I realized there was no possibility of washing properly without getting the handcuffs wet. I guessed it didn’t matter. The cuffs would dry quickly enough, and they seemed expensive, so I doubted they’d rust. I hoped I wouldn’t be wearing them long enough to find out. The handcuffs were my own fault, anyway. If I had never tried to escape, I wouldn’t be wearing them.

The thought jarred me. I shouldn’t be thinking like that. Being kidnapped wasn’t my fault. Wearing handcuffs wasn’t my fault either. I’d struggled for so many years believing I’d been to blame for what had happened with my father, and just when I finally thought I’d beaten the guilt—or at least was making an effort to beat it—Hayden Vale came into my life.

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