Quintessentially Q

The doctor stood, snapping his bloody gloves off, giving me a sad smile. “She’ll survive. Now that she’s warm and in a healthy environment her body will heal.”

He gathered his things and headed for the door. “I’ll come back and check on her in a few hours.”

I never took my eyes off Tess. “You forgot one thing.”

He raised an eyebrow, looking at his unconscious patient. “What?”

I pointed at her neck. “Cut it out.”

His wide eyes met mine. “Excuse me?”

He probably thought I’d gone mad. I sure sounded like it.

“She has a tracker in her neck. That’s how they found her. I want it out. This f**king instant.”

“In order to do that, I’ll have to make an incision. I’m not sure we should, given the state of her body.”

I shook my head. “You’re not listening to me. Now, doctor. I won’t ask again.” I let some of my anger show. I was ready to order him at gunpoint if that’s what it took. I’d already lost her once to f**king stupidity. I wouldn’t do it again.

He gulped. “Fine. But I want you out of here.”

“Not going to happen.” Giving him a consolation prize, I headed to the far end of the room and sat in a wingback. “I’ll sit right here and won’t say a word, but I’m not leaving her.”

The man sighed, heading back to the bed. “You sure don’t make a happy working environment.” He reached for his bag of tricks and placed a green medical cloth on the mattress by Tess’s neck before laying a sterilised packaged scalpel on top.

Snapping on fresh gloves and opening the scalpel, the doctor brushed Tess’s hair away, ready to begin.

She never moved, deep in sleep, and it took an eternity for the doctor to drag the sharp blade down Tess’s neck.

I gripped the armrests until one of the leather studs popped and material tore from its seams.

Blood.

Her blood.

My mouth watered to taste, then a wave of nausea filled me. You’re a sick f**k. You’ll never taste her blood again because you’ll make it your life work to keep her safe from any more pain.

I would protect Tess from me. I would care for her, tend to her, but never love her the way I needed. Never again would I hurt her.

The thin trickle of red as the doctor inserted a pair of tweezers into her neck sent me reeling back to the warehouse.

“Stop!”

“Never,” I growled, digging my blade deeper. The knife sank through his ribs and I sawed through cartilage, sweating with effort. I cleaved him open inch by inch; he screamed louder with every slice.

I cut a hole in his motherfucking chest and licked my lips the moment he died.

The feel of his hot wet cavity as I pulled out his heart, rebirthed me to something monstrous. His heart grew cold while resting on my palm.

My first and only thought had been: I have to give this to Tess.

“What do you want me to do with it?” the doctor asked, clanking the tiny tracker into a surgical tray, shattering my daydream.

Shooting to my feet, I rushed toward him and grabbed the tray. Tipping it upside down, I let the life-ruining device land in my open palm. Streaks of warm blood stained my clean hands.

The doctor curled his lip in distaste, but didn’t say anything.

I couldn’t wait another moment. Striding to the door, I found Franco in the corridor. The poor man looked f**king beat. Eyes hollow, face gaunt, and a wiry edge that would petrify anyone if they’d known what he’d done to the ra**st last night.

I’d seen the remains. I’d stepped over dismembered fingers, toes, and c**k while holding a bleeding heart in my hands. We were a nasty pair of work, but through killing together we’d been granted a kind of peace that we wouldn’t get if the pervert was sentenced to jail. We gave them fair justice. We ended it.

“Is she doing okay?” he asked, looking at my clenched hand.

“Yeah, the doctor is stitching her up now. I need you to stay with her till I get back. “Vous, ça va?” You good? I couldn’t remember the last time any of us slept. It wouldn’t be much longer till we all crashed and burned.

“No. I got it.” He passed me, slapping my shoulder. “Pleasure working with you, Mercer.”

“Likewise.” I gave him a tight smile and headed down the stairs.

I managed to keep my calm all the way through the house. I managed to smile at a few of the girls we’d rescued from Rio as Suzette and Mrs. Sucre arranged temporary staff to make sure they all had rooms and whatever they needed.

I kept walking at a normal pace right out the front door and away from the house, but the moment I was away from view, I ran.

I f**king bolted across the grounds, heading toward one of the many outbuildings at the back of the property. Birds flew, squawking in indignation, and the freshly mowed grass filled my nose with freshness.

Skidding to a stop outside one of the many converted barns where my father’s priceless cars rested, I punched in the pin on the keypad and entered the hushed world of mechanics.

I hated these cars and never used them. I didn’t want to sell them either, as in my mind locking them up in a garage was a way of sticking it to my father one more time. Plus when I got angry, I liked to take my rage out on the pristine panelling and immaculate upholstery.

I beelined for the back of the garage, toward the overstocked toolroom where any builder would’ve come in his pants with the top-of-the-line gadgets.

Bending, I placed the blood-smeared tracker on the concrete floor and paced toward the rack where all the hammers hung. I selected the baddest, heaviest sledge hammer from the rack and turned to face the electronic nightmare on the ground.

Howling, I swung with all the rage trapped inside and brought the wrath of the hammer on top of it.

It smashed into a billion teeny tiny fragments. It turned from small to microscopic dust, but I didn’t trust its evilness was truly dead.

I hit it again and again and again. I swung until my back ached and sweat poured under my shirt.

All I could see was Tess tied to the bed in Rio. Her sweaty, sickly skin. Her protruding bones and dilated pupils. Her agony was caused by this shitty piece of technology.

Vous avez tout pris de moi! You took everything from me!

I hit and hit. Growling, straining, cursing.

It wasn’t until I had a crater the size of a bowling ball in the concrete when I finally conceded it was no longer operational.

Breathing hard, I dropped the hammer and let it rest where it landed. The last two and a half weeks caught up with me in a rush and I stumbled against the wall. My head swam with tiredness; my bones screamed for a bed.

You can rest. Tess is safe.

I f**king thought she was safe last time, and she wasn’t.

You’ve hit that wall. You have to rest.

I let my body crumple to the floor and bent over my folded knees.

For the first time in my life, I let weakness consume me and I grieved. Grieved for what I lost when Tess was taken. Grieved for myself for what was stolen.

Because one thing was for sure.

Tess had changed.

And I feared I’d never get her back.

Chapter 16

Tied to a rack or down on my knees, it’s you my master I long to please. Own me, take me, you can never break me…

The first thing I did was scream.

Sleep left me, dumping me into a world of severe pain. My finger, my ribs, my…neck. It was too much. Too much!

Then the bugs scurried from their hiding place, taking refuge in my skin, chewing me from the inside out. Maggots wiggled in my hair, termites bored through my legs.

I screamed as if my soul wanted to escape. I screamed as every single hellish thing I’d lived through crushed me with the force of a logging truck.

Unsurvivable guilt suffocated me, latching around my brain and heart, squeezing me to hell. Those girls. What I did. I couldn’t live with myself.

“Shoot her, slut.”

“Beat her harder. Harder!”

“I’m gonna f**k you next, cunt. Oh yeah, I’m gonna split you in half.”

“See, Tess. No one wants you anymore. Die already.”

“I’m always here for you, Tessie. Don’t give up.”

“You ruined everyone’s lives, Tess. You deserve to die for your crimes.”

“You’re strong, precious, but that’s her blood under your fingernails.”

I couldn’t breathe. I can’t breathe!

“Get out. Get out. Get out!” I bolted upright, then immediately fell back down again. My ribs stabbed me and I saw stars, tripping into faintness. Wet coughs grabbed my lungs, drowning me even as guilt pushed me further into madness.

Drugs. I needed drugs. I needed something to dull this murdering emotional agony. I needed the smog to take me far, far away so my mind didn’t crack.

“I want to die. I deserve to die. I hurt them. All those birds. I did it. I did what they asked. Give me something. Anything!”

Hard pressure landed on my shoulders; my eyes wrenched open.

“Shit, Tess. Calm down.” Q’s tortured gaze met mine. Seeing him only sent me spiralling into more madness.