Unbound (The Braille Club #2) by J. A. Kerr Read Free Book Online

the bathroom and returned with her robe draped over her shoulders. He pulled the covers back to let her slip into bed. He sat next to her, concerned, his hand caressing her exhausted face as sleep claimed her.
    What a day, he thought as he stood, giving Siena one last look before closing the bedroom door. He found Grace in the playroom with the twins and he slumped down on the sofa.
    “How’s Siena?” Grace asked anxiously.
    “Asleep now. Her shoulder was dislocated but they fixed it at the hospital,” said Benedict, grimacing at the memory.
    “Poor thing,” said Grace sympathetically. “Let me get you a coffee,” she insisted, “you look worn out.”
    Benedict nodded and took his phone out of his pocket and noticed several calls, all from their lawyer. He listened to his voicemail and heard their lawyer asking to contact her urgently. He went through the rest of the messages, their lawyer becoming more and more desperate. Benedict had a bad feeling; the lawyer had insisted Benedict call her, no matter when, no matter how late, just call. He frowned, not liking the sound of that, something was wrong. Tiredness overwhelmed him but he lifted his mobile.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 9
     
     
    The Braille Club, London, One Year On: The Braille Cuffs were replaced by the Braille Bracelets. They were central to the game and had been developed to be used in comfort, could be joined if required, and were easy to operate. When the bell rang it triggered a signal that deactivated all equipment and the bracelets would automatically unlock. The sensitivity of movement could now be controlled on an easy, medium, and difficult setting, but like all things within the Braille Club, the members did not get to choose.
     
    Two Years Earlier
    Guy
     
    It was the perfect set-up and neither of them was prepared when it ended. Unbeknown to them, Anna’s husband had become suspicious. He’d been following her for some time. He watched her open the door of the small rented flat to Guy. They had gotten sloppy in their contentment. Guy hadn’t seen her in almost three weeks and was desperate for the release she gave him. As she shut the door, he kissed her long and hard. Pushing her to the floor, he was inside her in minutes.
    They lay there on the hall runner, his groans and her screams drowning out the sound of a key in the lock. Guy felt the chill on his skin as the door swung open and froze. There was nowhere to hide as they sprang apart, pulling at their clothes. Anna’s husband just stood there, his face registering shock and outrage. The shame of those first minutes would never leave him. His face burned with the memory, although the events thereafter were hazier. Her husband turned and walked out. Anna started to cry but when he tried to comfort her, she had pushed him away. She asked him to leave, and shocked to his core, he complied. He would never forget the look on her face, like her life was over as she stared after her husband. He realised then he meant nothing to her.
    Guy stumbled out to his car, opening the door and sinking inside while he tried to collect his thoughts. Numb, his mind in shock, he stared at nothing. He kept seeing Anna’s face, no longer detached but full of emotion. It wasn’t this alone that bothered him, it was the fact that yes, she did love, she just didn’t love him. How could he have been so blind? Anna loved her husband, he thought, her face told him that and more. A tear rolled down his cheek as his heart constricted. The pain caught him by surprise—it was deep and intense. His body trembled as his shock increased. The pain of rejection magnified as his mind played the scene over and over. He remembered Anna’s face clearly as he’d tried to comfort her. It appeared twisted and full of…he struggled to identify the emotion but then realised the truth. Hate. Her face had been filled with hate as she had shoved him away. He doubled over, clutched his stomach, and closed his