Laced

Laced - Chapter 57 (A Quiet Rage)

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Zayn's POV

With so much to do, and such little time, I got out of bed at five-thirty. It was still dark outside - the sun had not risen yet.

It didn't even matter that I didn't get a wink of sleep last night, and that I got up feeling just as tired, if not more, than when I had gone to bed.

What was I thinking, threatening her with the gun to get back inside the car?

Oh, right. I wasn't.

Nothing that I did yesterday was thought out. I reacted purely out of instinct, purely out of fear that I'd lose the only person I had grown attached to.

I'd been consumed by the irrational fear, so consumed that nothing else mattered at the moment.

But now, it did.

Fuck.

And now, I was so completely consumed by my thoughts that I hadn't realized I had already undressed and stepped into the shower.

Fuck.

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By the time I went downstairs and headed into the dining room, it was already almost six-fifteen. There were only a few of my slaves, some just walking in, others already seated and patiently waiting In a quarter hour, breakfast would be ready, but I wasn't going to fucking wait.

With a snap of my fingers, one of the uniformed servants that stood in the corner of the room appeared by my side.

"Yes, Master?"

"Get me breakfast, now. I don't want to wait." I ordered, taking a seat in my chair at the end of the table.

"Yes, Sir, right away!"

Truth was, was not that I didn't want to wait. I just wanted to eat and get the fuck out of here before Abby showed up.

When my breakfast arrived, I scarfed is down in minutes, paying no attention to the flavor. The room was filling up now, everyone taking their seats as they were individually served by the servants.

I couldn't help but look away when I saw Abby step in the dining room, and make her way over to her chair - the chair directly next to me.

One glance at her direction, and I immediately regret looking at her. She looked exhausted, tired, and overall drained. Her cheeks were tear stained, her eyes red, and her shoulders drooped.

She didn't say anything as she stiffly pulled her chair out from under the table and took a seat, and I couldn't help but feel like I was drowning in dread and guilt.

I quickly stuffed the last bit of my omelette into my mouth, and stood up and out of my chair. I had way too much shit to do today to be drowning in guilt. No.

I walked out of the dining hall without another word, earning a few stares on the way, but I paid no attention to them.

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In my mind, I made a list.

Amber's prize.

Jillian.