7 Degrees of Alpha (a collection of seven new BWWM, Alpha Male Romances) by et al Phoenix Daniels Sara Allen Page B
Authors: et al Phoenix Daniels Sara Allen
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head. How the hell was he supposed to stay outside when Val could be up there? Plus, that bat shit-psycho maniac could be doing anything to her! He dashed the thoughts out of his mind and tried to concentrate. He would stay where he was told, only because he was a police officer, and that was his job, but he didn’t have to like it, and there would be hell to pay if he could have been up there doing what he knew he should be doing like getting his woman out of trouble, and kicking asses.
The first wave of officers would go in and secure the entrances, and then the second wave would move into the second-floor apartment, break the door and secure the individuals inside. It was easy in theory, but so many things could go wrong. Jones didn’t want to think of what could go wrong… not when Val was involved.
Once he got her out of this, she would be lucky if she got to leave his apartment for the next fifty years!
****
Val awoke, her limbs stiff and unresponsive. Damon had tied her to the bed, and she assumed that the lack of movement had caused her arms to seize up. She tried to move her right arm, hoping to ease the pressure from the awkward position that Damon had forced her into. Val had begged him, pleaded with him, not to tie her to the bed, but he had slapped her across the face and told her to shut up. She’d looked at him murderously while he laughed in her face and tied her tighter to the bedposts.
Val’s arms were stretched so widely across the bed that her fingers had swollen where the cord dug into her wrists, causing the blood to flow sluggishly around her hands. If she didn’t get free soon, she knew she would suffer significant damage; not just mentally, but physically.
When Damon came into the room, she didn’t know if he came to gloat or torment her. Either way, she turned her head away from him.
He laughed at her defiance. “You know you love me, Val.”
Val didn’t reply.
Damon shoved a plate at her. “Eat!”
Val snatched back the first response that hit her tongue, deciding to show him it was impossible for her to comply, due to her bonds. She shook her flaccid hands at him, causing him to sigh and remove a blade from his pocket. Val drew back in fear as far as she could go, which wasn’t far with her strapped down position, making Damon laugh at her as he cut the ties holding her to the bed.
“I never imagined you to be like this, Damon,” Val told him quietly.
“What? You thought I was a nobody? I'm a somebody, Val. You just didn’t wait around long enough to find that out.”
“Sorry, I don’t do Criminal Minds trivia. I don’t do criminals either, for that matter.”
“Poor, Val!” He shook his head at her as he stood over her, looking at her in disgust. “You don’t know shit! You think you're intelligent, but you're just like all those other bitches; good for nothing more than a quick lay, only ever good enough on your backs. Man-strife; that’s what you women are. Only ever giving a man trouble.”
Val rubbed her wrists, trying to encourage blood to move through her aching fingers. She wouldn’t answer him. His words could only hurt someone who gave a damn, and she didn’t give a fuck what he thought of her; her only goal was to get out of this shitty apartment.
“D!” Miles shouted, “Time to get the fuck out. 5-0!”
Damon looked shocked for a second, scanned the area in the bedroom before darting over to the window, and then moved the curtain away swiftly.
“Shit. We’re gonna have to call off our little party for now, babe. Time for your man to leave.” He leaped across the bed, grabbed Val by the hair, and pressed his mouth over hers aggressively. Val struggled against his hold. Clamping her teeth together against the intrusion of his tongue.
“Later, babes. I thought that we could be together forever, but seems like it’s not to be. It was nice knowing you. You know what they say about burning bridges, well, I’m all for burning my bridges,
The first wave of officers would go in and secure the entrances, and then the second wave would move into the second-floor apartment, break the door and secure the individuals inside. It was easy in theory, but so many things could go wrong. Jones didn’t want to think of what could go wrong… not when Val was involved.
Once he got her out of this, she would be lucky if she got to leave his apartment for the next fifty years!
****
Val awoke, her limbs stiff and unresponsive. Damon had tied her to the bed, and she assumed that the lack of movement had caused her arms to seize up. She tried to move her right arm, hoping to ease the pressure from the awkward position that Damon had forced her into. Val had begged him, pleaded with him, not to tie her to the bed, but he had slapped her across the face and told her to shut up. She’d looked at him murderously while he laughed in her face and tied her tighter to the bedposts.
Val’s arms were stretched so widely across the bed that her fingers had swollen where the cord dug into her wrists, causing the blood to flow sluggishly around her hands. If she didn’t get free soon, she knew she would suffer significant damage; not just mentally, but physically.
When Damon came into the room, she didn’t know if he came to gloat or torment her. Either way, she turned her head away from him.
He laughed at her defiance. “You know you love me, Val.”
Val didn’t reply.
Damon shoved a plate at her. “Eat!”
Val snatched back the first response that hit her tongue, deciding to show him it was impossible for her to comply, due to her bonds. She shook her flaccid hands at him, causing him to sigh and remove a blade from his pocket. Val drew back in fear as far as she could go, which wasn’t far with her strapped down position, making Damon laugh at her as he cut the ties holding her to the bed.
“I never imagined you to be like this, Damon,” Val told him quietly.
“What? You thought I was a nobody? I'm a somebody, Val. You just didn’t wait around long enough to find that out.”
“Sorry, I don’t do Criminal Minds trivia. I don’t do criminals either, for that matter.”
“Poor, Val!” He shook his head at her as he stood over her, looking at her in disgust. “You don’t know shit! You think you're intelligent, but you're just like all those other bitches; good for nothing more than a quick lay, only ever good enough on your backs. Man-strife; that’s what you women are. Only ever giving a man trouble.”
Val rubbed her wrists, trying to encourage blood to move through her aching fingers. She wouldn’t answer him. His words could only hurt someone who gave a damn, and she didn’t give a fuck what he thought of her; her only goal was to get out of this shitty apartment.
“D!” Miles shouted, “Time to get the fuck out. 5-0!”
Damon looked shocked for a second, scanned the area in the bedroom before darting over to the window, and then moved the curtain away swiftly.
“Shit. We’re gonna have to call off our little party for now, babe. Time for your man to leave.” He leaped across the bed, grabbed Val by the hair, and pressed his mouth over hers aggressively. Val struggled against his hold. Clamping her teeth together against the intrusion of his tongue.
“Later, babes. I thought that we could be together forever, but seems like it’s not to be. It was nice knowing you. You know what they say about burning bridges, well, I’m all for burning my bridges,
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