Betrayed (The Worshipped Series Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page A

marathon. He slowly turns to me, my hand suspended mid-air from trying to reach him and I can’t help myself. I scream. 
    I’ve seen my fair share of blood before. Working in the medical field, you tend to see blood. I’m not scared or shocked of all the blood coming from the creepy driver, or all the bullet holes in his chest. I am terrified of the look on Josh’s face. I have never seen such rage, in a person before, and for the first time since I’ve met him; I feel horror and terror. Will he turn on me next? I manage to take a stumbling step away from him. I look back at the car door that is still open and I think the keys are still in the ignition. If I could just get close enough, maybe I could jump in the car and drive away from all this blood and death. But seeing the look on Josh’s face, makes my feet stay planted where they are.
    Is he even thinking straight? I’m not so sure. I stand as still as a person can. I don’t even breathe for what it feels like minutes. Josh stands over the lifeless body, either admiring his handy work, or he is in shock himself. I don’t want to say anything, because honestly, what the fuck would someone say in this situation? I just witnessed a murder. I don’t know if I should be looking for a phone, and calling the police. Should I be running for my life? So many thoughts are racing through my mind, and I don’t know which to listen to. 
    I exhale slowly, hoping it doesn’t bother Josh in his murderous daze. Does he even know I am still here? I think my heart is going to jump out of my chest when Josh turns towards me. I put my hand over my throat, and take small steps to increase the distance between us. Josh, snaps from his daze, lunges and takes hold of my wrist, before pulling me to him. I am inches away from him, and my breathing is becoming out of control. I don’t understand this stupid connection he is pulling out of me. He just murdered a man right in front of me, but instead of feeling scared right now, I feel the heat coming off his body. I can smell his masculine scent mixed with his body wash. I feel his cock against my stomach. What is wrong with me? I should be trying to get out of his grasp. I should be kicking and screaming. He is close enough that I can see the blood splatter on his face and clothes, but for the life of me I have no idea why that is not making me want to vomit. He just killed a man. That should mean something to me! Maybe he will just let me go. Just let me walk away from this hell he has brought on me. I can only hope he will see that this isn’t right. 
    “Let go of me,” I tell Josh. It is meant to come out strong and demanding, but instead I barely hear the words leave my lips. He chuckles at me, and starts pulling me towards his car. Well this is just wonderful. Of course he wouldn’t let me go. Bastard. 
    “I told you, you’re safer with me,” is all he says as he shoves me towards his car. “He would have made you wish you were dead from the things he would have done to you.”
    I don’t even try to fight him. It is pointless to even think of it. I know he has me, just as I know he isn’t letting me go anytime soon. A nagging thought crosses my mind, if Josh really wanted to hurt me, wouldn’t he have already done that? If he really wanted me dead, wouldn’t I already be dead? I cross my arms over my chest and look out the window when Josh starts the car. We leave the bloody mess behind us, not thinking twice about it. But I do. I need a plan. Something good, something that Josh wouldn’t see coming. 
    I am afraid he will either hurt me, or worse, I will end up doing something stupid; like fucking him like there is no tomorrow. It is so frustrating. I don’t get the way my body is acting this way. This new side of him makes me rethink everything we had. I thought I was falling in love with him. But the man sitting beside me, I hate this side of him. My brain, on the other hand, is screaming ‘run!’ That’s