Love Unspoken

Quinn was flat on the ground, eyes wide with terror as she stared at Alistair. She probably had a good idea of what was coming next.

Alistair's interest dropped like a rock. He spat at Quinn, took a big step forward, and grabbed her jaw again, yanking a bottle of pills from his pocket. Quinn clamped her lips shut, eyes locked on the bottle, knowing whatever was inside was bad news.

"Open your mouth!" Alistair bellowed, squeezing her jaw so hard her cheeks turned bright red.

She tried to keep her teeth clenched and glared at him, but eventually, she had to give in and open her mouth.

Alistair dumped the bottle's contents into her mouth.

The bottle had some powder with a strong medicinal stink. Quinn had no clue what it was, but the smell made her want to puke.

He emptied the whole bottle into her mouth, then slapped his hand over her mouth and pinned her to the ground.

She fought back, scratching bloody marks on his arm.

Alistair, in his rage, didn't even feel the pain. He covered her mouth and nose, feeling the urge to smother her.

Seeing the tears in her eyes and her weak struggles only made him more brutal.

Over the years, he'd killed more women than he could count. But because Quinn was special, he'd held back a bit.

Even so, Quinn's struggles didn't last two minutes before she started to lose strength from lack of oxygen.

Her hands went limp, and her vision started to blur.

Seeing this, Alistair pulled his hand back just in time. He patted her face, made sure she was still alive, and left her alone. He stood up, dusted off his hands, and said, "I'll deal with you later."

With that, he walked out quickly, called two guys to guard the door, and went to take a shower.

Hot water hit his arm, making him wince in pain. He turned to look and saw the scratches on his arm.

He cursed under his breath.

A few minutes after Alistair left, Quinn finally caught her breath. She curled up suddenly, clutching her collar and taking deep breaths.

The bitter powder still lingered in her mouth. She tried to scrape out the ingested powder, but it didn't help much.

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She propped herself up on the ground, shakily stood up, and pushed open the window behind her. Without caring whether it was dark or not, she climbed out. She fell to the ground with a dull thud.

The mercenaries nearby heard the sound and looked over, spotting her immediately. Before she could even get up, two men were already in front of her. Quinn looked up at the two men, her gaze slowly shifting to the guns in their hands.

Suddenly, she lunged forward and grabbed one of the guns.

The man's expression changed, and he raised his hand to shoot her, but the other man stopped him and said something Quinn couldn't understand. Quinn's eyes flickered, realizing her plan had failed.

She thought, 'If one of their men accidentally killed me, Landon wouldn't blame Abigail.'

The two men exchanged a few words. One of them grabbed her arm and pulled her away, pointing the gun at the window, signaling for her to climb back in.