MC Sinners Boxed Set #1-7

~CHAPTER 19~ | PRESENT

~*CHAPTER 19*~

PRESENT

“ I didn’t talk to the fuckin’ pimp,” Spike says, taking a deep puff of his cigarette.

Cade growls at him, and Jackson pulls him back.

“Don’t play bullshit with me, Spike. You fuckin’ did talk to him.”

Spike smirks. “No, I didn’t. I spoke to his minions, who relayed his messages to me.”

“Then give us the fuckin’ minions numbers,” Cade snarls.

“Well,” Spike chuckles. “All you had to do was ask, buddy.”

The way he says it is so cold and emotionless. My heart hurts for these two men; it hurts because I know once they were so close. I wonder if Spike will ever forgive Cade? While the two are in different MC clubs, they all seem to have an unspoken truce between them. There’s not a huge hatred between the clubs, like there is with most. Perhaps that’s because there used to be such a bond, and deep down, neither of the guys truly want bad things to happen to the other.

“Don’t fuckin’ play with me, Spike.”

I put my hand on Cade’s arm, and he gives me a brief look. Spike watches the two of us for a moment, then he digs out his phone and rattles off a bunch of numbers. Cade takes note, then he turns to Jackson.

“Let’s go.”

“Thanks, Spike,” Jackson says, his voice gruff.

Spike shakes his head and then turns, heading towards the gates. Usually a Heaven’s Sinner wouldn’t be allowed in the compound, but Jackson made an exception for my safety. When Cade begins heading inside, I tell him I’ll just be a moment, then I turn and rush after Spike. He hears my boots crunching behind him, and I notice his shoulders tense up.

“What do you want, precious?”

I smile, completely enjoying the fact that he knew it was me even before I said anything. If Spike ever let me in, I imagine we could actually be good friends.

“Why are you such a jerk to him?”

He snorts, but keeps walking. I catch up, until I fall in step beside him. He looks at me from the corner of his eye.

“He deserves it.”

“He didn’t kill Cheyenne,” I dare to say.

Spike’s entire body stiffens, and he spins around, glaring down at me. “Don’t say her fuckin’ name. That name means jack shit to me now, and so does Cade.”

“We both know that’s not true. You’re as broken as he is.”

Spike lashes out, gripping my shoulder and hurling me up close. “Don’t pretend to fuckin’ know me. You’ll never know what I feel. You have no fuckin’ idea what pain is, girl.”

“I do,” I grate out between breaths. He’s hurting me, his fingers are pressing so deeply into my skin it burns. “I know because I’ve lived through pain. I know because I’ve put hate in front of feelings, so I didn’t have to deal with them. You’re not a bad person, Spike, and neither is Cade. He made a mistake; he lives with that every day. He sees her face each time he sleeps. He made a bad call, but he made it because he was trying to pull you out of a fucked up situation, that you put yourself in.”

Spike’s panting now, but his fingers ease up. “You’re dancin’ with the wrong wolves, girl. You don’t know me and what I’m capable of. Right now, you’re pushing my limits.”

“Do you think I’m afraid of you? I’m not. I’m not because I see the good in your eyes, the same good I see in Cade’s.”

He lets my shoulder go, and his eyes burn into mine. “Do you ever fuckin’ give up?”

I shake my head. “No.”

“Why me? Can’t you find someone else to try and make friends with?” he snaps.

“I could, but those people don’t need it as much as you.”

He grunts. “You have no fuckin’ idea what you’re talkin’ about.”

“Is that so? Then why aren’t you hurting me like you’ve threatened to do so many times?”

I know it’s a risk saying that, because he could very easily turn and give away my location because he wants to prove a point. His eyes flare, and his mouth forms a straight line, but something in his expression has softened just a touch.

“Don’t make a habit of hurtin’ girls,” he says gruffly.

I smile. I can’t help it. He narrows his eyes, clearly confused.

“You will admit you like me one day.”

He grunts. “Not fuckin’ likely.”

I beam at him, because I can see the amusement behind his poor attempt at a glare. I spin around, pleased with myself. I begin walking back to the compound, but before I’m too far away, I call over my shoulder to him.

“See you around, buddy.”

I don’t see his expression, but I imagine it’s one filled with confusion. Spike just needs to let his demons go. I wonder if Ciara will be the girl to do that for him? I hope so. She seems right for him. She’s got a backbone hidden behind that sweet exterior, and one day, that backbone will cause her to snap at Spike. Maybe then, they’ll make some decent progress. He feels something for her too, it was written all over his face the day we stopped by his warehouse. He’s just not ready to admit it yet. It’s coming though, and boy, will it come with a boom.

“Pleased with yourself, aren’t you?”

I roll my eyes at the sound of Britney’s voice. I turn and see her walking towards me, a snarky expression on her face.

“Do you ever give up?” I say, crossing my arms.

“You think you’ve got them all under your thumb. Little miss darkness comes in, making them all work for her affections. They’ll get bored of you eventually.”

I sigh. “Are we onto this again? Give up, you’re no more than a good time to these guys. They use you, feed you and get rid of you. They do that because you let them. You put yourself in the situation where you gain no respect, because you don’t keep your legs closed. Just face it, you’ll never be anyone’s Old Lady.”

She scowls and steps up closer, and I get a whiff of her overpowered perfume. “You’ll get what’s coming to you, bitch.”

I wave my hand and turn. “Heard it all before, move on.”

I walk off, leaving her alone. I’m tired of her shit; the girl seriously needs to move on. I step around the side of the house, and head down to Cade’s shed. I left my purse there earlier. When I get in, he’s on the phone, cursing at some poor person on the other end. He notices me standing at the door, and tones down his excessive cussing. I walk in and take a seat at his old desk. I pick up a few mags and begin flicking through. My cheeks flush when I come across some seriously raunchy articles. One of them is oral sex positions. I tilt my head to the side and feel my eyes widen at the position the couple is in.

“Yeah, call me back with details.”

Cade snaps his phone closed and walks over, stopping behind me. I hear his light chuckle when he realizes what it is I’m reading.

“Curious, baby?” he murmurs, tangling his fingers in my hair.

“I suppose you could say that, yeah. How the hell do they do that?”

“Stand up,” he orders, removing his fingers from my locks.

I spin on the chair and stare at him. “What?”

“Stand up, I’ll show you.”

I grin at him. “No way.”

“Baby, get the fuck up, and get over here.”

“No way you’re doing that to me.”

“Gonna feel fuckin’ amazing. Now get up.”

“No.”

He smirks and walks over, gripping my shoulders and pulling me up. He leans down close, brushing his lips across mine.

“Trust me, you’re gonna want to try this. Now, get your pants off.”

“Cade, you’ll never hold me!”

He gives me an arched brow, and then he leans down and grips my shorts. “Off, now.”

“Cade...”

“Sugar...”

“Yeah, I know,” I grumble, shifting out of my shorts. “Shut the fuck up.”

He laughs and turns, walking over to the shed door and locking it. Then he spins back towards me and grips his jeans, lowering them as he moves. God, why does he have to be so fucking yummy? When he reaches me, his jeans are lowered and his cock is out, hard and pulsing. My attempt at pretending this wasn’t a good thing, is now turning into complete, desperate want. I stare down at his erection, and my tongue slides out and across my bottom lip.

“Want that, sugar?”

“You know I do,” I purr.

“Then come here, get those panties off, and let’s play.”

I drop my panties without a second question. I stand before him, pussy exposed, ready for anything he’s got to give. He steps forward grinning, and huskily murmurs, “Handstand, sugar.”

I flush and bend down, putting my hands on the ground. Cade leans down, grips my ankles and lifts me, bringing my legs up. My belly is facing his belly, and my pussy is now right in front of his face. His cock stabs me a couple of times as he adjusts us, hooking my legs around the back of his neck until my ankles are locking. Then he wraps his arms around my midsection and brings me up higher until his mouth is hovering over my open, sensitive flesh. His cock is at my face now, throbbing, needy. I wrap my fingers around it, still feeling completely nervous that I’m upside down and wrapped around him, and we’re about to go for one hell of a 69 job.

“I can fuckin’ smell you. Fuck, you want me, sugar,” Cade growls and I can feel his breath against my pussy.

“Stop talking,” I mewl.

He chuckles, and leans his head down, grazing his tongue across my sensitive tissues. I groan and take his cock, feeding the head into my mouth. He grunts and the vibrations travel through my clit. I take him deeper, sliding him in and swirling my tongue around his head and over his piercings. At the same time, he sucks my clit into his mouth and flicks the end with his tongue. I open my mouth and gasp as pleasure shoots through my body. He jerks his hips, bringing my attention back to his cock. I close my lips over him again, and suck with everything I have. He returns the favor until we’re a mass of moans and trembling legs.

“Fuck,” Cade snarls, wrenching his lips from my sex. “Need to be in you, deep.”

“Yes,” I gasp. “God, yes. Fuck me.”

He gently lowers me, and I reluctantly let go of his cock. I place my hands on the floor and when he lets my legs go, I lower them down. Panting, I get to my feet and turn to face him; we’re both holding the same lusty expression. Cade lets his gaze travel the room, until he stops at a set of chains hanging from the roof.

“Go hold those chains baby, now.”

I do as he asks, walking over and reaching up, wrapping my fingers around the chains. He comes up behind me, sliding my hair from my neck and leaning down to brush his lips across my skin, I shiver and tighten my hold around the chains. Using his feet, he kicks my legs apart. His hard body is pressing against my back, and fuck, it feels good. He runs a hand down one of my legs, sliding his lips down my back as he goes. He grips my ankle and lifts it, putting it on a nearby toolbox. Now that I’m open and exposed, he reaches around and swipes his finger through my arousal.

“So fuckin’ ready for me.”

“Fuck me naked,” I whimper. “I got tested.”

I didn’t tell Cade, but I got myself tested for diseases. I didn’t honestly know after Jasper, if I would have any or not. I want to feel Cade, all of him, so it was my only option. Luckily for me, I am clean. Jasper must have covered himself when he was with other girls; I can only thank God for that.

Cade stiffens behind me, and rasps, “The pill?”

“On it.”

“Fuck.”

He grips my hips, grinding his erection against my ass.

“Been fucked here, sugar?” he growls.

“No,” I whimper, letting my head fall back and my hair tumble down my back.

“Won’t fuck you in a shed if you haven’t had it, that takes time.”

He jerks his hips again, taking hold of his cock and sliding it up and down my slick heat.

“Ready for me, baby?”

“Yes,” I cry out, desperately.

With a throaty chuckle, he slips the head of his cock into my entrance. I whimper and push my backside back, needing more. He grips my hips, steadying me while he continues to feed his length inside me, little by little. One of his hands is now pressed flat against my belly, and every now and then, he puts a little pressure on it and pushes my body back.

“Cade, just fuck me,” I gasp.

He thrusts deep, filling me, stretching me. His hand slips from my belly to find my exposed clit and he gently strokes it as he pulls his cock out, and pushes it back in harder, faster.

“So fuckin’ hot for me, baby. You feel so fuckin’ good like this.”

I groan and rasp, “Pull my hair.”

“Fuck. My dirty girl.”

He tangles his hand in my hair, and jerks my head back, pressing his lips to my exposed neck while he drives his cock in and out of my heat. My fingers are throbbing around the chains; I’m gripping them so tightly. I can feel his breath on my ear as he leans over me. It’s so intense. I feel my body rising, needing my release so desperately. I’m so close; I can feel it pulsing through my body.

“Cade, oh God!” I cry out.

“Come for me, sugar,” he growls.

I thrash, not releasing my fingers as I come hard around him. My mouth opens, and I scream. Yes, scream. Cade growls behind me, and thrusts harder, hand tangled in my hair, finger rubbing my clit. A moment later, he roars and I feel him pulsing deep and hard inside me. He thrusts his hips until every last drop has been wrung from his body. Then he slumps down, wraps his arms around my mid-section, and rests his mouth against my back.

“Fuck,” he rasps.

“That about covers it,” I whisper.

“Let go now, baby, I got you.”

I let go of the chains, and collapse back into his arms. He holds me like that for a long moment, before pulling back and spinning me around. He grazes his lips across mine, then pushes my sweaty hair off my face. He strokes my cheeks, and runs a finger across my bottom lip.

“Saw you talkin’ to Spike out there,” he gruffly says.

“Spike’s not so bad, Cade.”

“Never said he was.”

“He’ll forgive you one day. I know he will.”

“Maybe.”

Cade’s gruff voice tells me he doesn’t want to talk about it any further, so I pull back and smile up at him.

“I should go and get some clothes, it’s time for work,” I frown.

Cade grins at me. “Tough life, eh?”

I giggle. “Yeah, tough.”

“You want a lift?”

“No, I’ll walk. I need some fresh air.”

“Not fuckin’ walkin’, sugar, end of fuckin’ story.”

Well then.

“I’ll ask around, see if anyone can take me then. Most of the girls are finishing their shifts now,” I say.

He nods. “You do that, yeah? I gotta keep makin’ some calls, but you come back if you can’t get a lift, and I’ll take you.”

“Have you gotten closer to finding him?”

“Nah, seems the fucker is good at hiding.”

“It’ll come good; he’ll stuff up somewhere.”

Cade doesn’t look so confident, but he forces a smile for me anyway. “Call me when you get back, yeah?”

“Got you. I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Missin’ something vital there, sugar,” he chuckles, staring at my bare ass.

“Yeah,” I laugh. “I was getting there.”

I pull on my panties and shorts, and straighten my hair out. I lean over, kissing Cade once more before turning and leaving the shed. As I walk through the compound, I relish in the good feeling that’s swelling in my chest and spreading through my body. I’m finally happy, and it fucking rocks. I know I should ask for a lift, but Jackson’s house is close and it’s on a main highway. It will be time wasted getting a lift, so I decide to walk. It will be fine.

I head out of the compound and begin walking down the road, enjoying the fresh air. All I can think about is Cade’s body over mine. God, I can still smell him all over me. I don’t hear the car stop behind me until its engine switches off. That’s when I realize how heavily I was daydreaming. I spin around expecting to see Cade, but he’s not who I see. Instead, I see Jasper. Everything in my body comes to an abrupt stop; I’m almost sure of it. I can no longer feel my heart beating, or my legs moving. I’m just standing in complete shock.

“Well, well, bet you didn’t expect to see me?” he hisses.

Oh God. This isn’t good. Jasper has a gun in his hand, and he twirls it in his fingers. If I make a move to get my phone, it’s quite likely he’ll shoot me.

“W-w-what do you want?” I say.

“You know what I want. I want revenge.”

What can I say to that? Right now my words are stuck in my throat. I can’t get them out, even if I try. They’re just lodged in my throat, along with my heart.

“What’s that? Nothing to say to me, snake? That’s perfectly okay, because soon enough, you won’t be speaking at all.”

“Just leave me alone,” I rasp.

He throws his head back and roars with laughter. “Leave you alone? Now you’re just being funny. Get in the car.”

“No,” I whisper, trembling.

He points the gun at my groin, and I stiffen.

“Don’t make me ruin all my plans by shooting you now. I have so much to do to you first. Get in the car, or I put a hole in you right now.”

Oh God. My legs wobble as I walk toward the old van. Jasper follows me and presses the gun against my back. I close my eyes, praying someone comes past. Please don’t let him take me again.

Jasper leans over me; I can smell his stale breath as he opens the back of the van. “Get in, and if you even try and get out, I’ll scatter your brains over the road.”

I climb in, my whole body fighting against me. If I don’t get in, then I could likely die right now without giving Cade a chance to find me. I still have my phone. I can only hope I get a chance to use it before Jasper takes it away. Jasper steps back, slamming the back of the van, then he walks around to the front seat. If we weren’t on a big, open road, I’d leap out and run, but I have no doubt Jasper would put a bullet in me if I tried that. When the van lurches forward, my stomach follows suit. I wrap my arms around myself, and pray for escape. I peer out the glass in the back wishing there was a way out.

As if my prayers are answered, I see Spike and his MC club members ride up over the rise behind us. I peer through the glass, and slowly put my hands up just enough that they can see me waving, but Jasper can’t. Spike raises a hand, to indicate he’s seen me. Then he raises a gun. Oh no, that’s not a good idea. If Jasper gets killed, he could roll this van at the speed he’s going, and I’d very likely die, too. I wave my hands, shaking my head slightly. Spike lowers his gun, and speeds up, that’s when Jasper notices them behind us.

“Who the fuck is that?” he roars.

“I don’t know,” I lie.

“Put your fuckin’ hands up!”

I do as he asks, giving Spike my best ‘please, just go get help’ look. Jasper points the gun over the seat, and he aims it at me.

“Tell them to fuckin’ back down!” he orders.

I shake my head at Spike, pleading with my eyes for him to turn away. Jasper speeds up the van, and my heart begins to race. Spike gets closer. I can see his eyes now, and it surprises me to see that he looks as though he’s worried. I shake my head again, and he shakes his back, like he’s not willing to back down.

“I’ll fuckin’ shoot you. Tell them to back the fuck down!” Jasper roars.

I put my hands together as if I’m begging, and mouth over and over. “Call Cade, please. Call Cade, please.”

Spike looks torn. I can see it in his face. I am paying so much attention to him, that I don’t even notice that the guns gone off, until I see blood splatter across the back of the van window. Then I feel the deep, burning pain ripping through my shoulder. I open my mouth and scream, and my body slumps forward. Jasper shot me. I vaguely see Spike slowing down. I guess seeing me get shot made him realize Jasper isn’t playing. The bikes spin around in the middle of the road, and go full throttle in the opposite direction. I scream out in pain as my back hits the floor, sending the pain shooting further into my shoulder.

“You think I’m fucking joking, snake?” Jasper roars. “You’ll die for what you did to me!”

My vision begins going fuzzy as the pain takes over, rushing through my body like liquid fire. I can’t even hear my own screams anymore. I’m fading out.

“Shut up!” I hear Jasper roar. “Shut the fuck up.”

I feel my eyes roll; it’s all just too much. It hurts too much. I feel my lids flutter closed, before my entire world goes black.

******

I SCREAM AS JASPER hits me with the butt of his gun, again. He’s been doing it over and over, constantly. His mission is to punish me, slowly, painfully. I wish to God I had just let him shoot me on the road. I should have at least tried to run. Now, I’m here, and quite likely going to suffer a long, slow death. I spit blood on the floor as my mouth fills with it yet again. My shoulder aches. At first, it was a burning, agonizing pain, but now it’s a constant, thudding pain. I guess all the hits to my face directed the pain from my shoulder to my head.

“They’ll kill you for this,” I spit at Jasper, who’s watching me. I can almost see the evil ideas spinning in his mind.

He laughs, deep and malicious. “Won’t matter. I’ll have my revenge.”

“You’re willing to give up your life, for revenge? How pathetic,” I hiss.

“You want to know what pathetic is?” he growls. “This!”

He grips his pants, and jerks them down. I open my mouth and gasp at the sight of his mangled, purple, and scarred skin. There’s no longer any man parts. Now, it somewhat resembles a burn victim’s skin. My eyes widen at the damage I did, but I’m not sorry. I’ll never be sorry.

“Do you know what you fucking did to me?” he roars. “You fucking ruined my life. I don’t care if I’m fucking dead, so long as you go down with me.”

“You deserved everything you got,” I bark.

“And you deserve everything you’re about to get.”

He storms over, grips my hair and pulls it so hard bits of it come out. I scream and squirm in my binds. My scalp feels like it’s one fire, as each tiny strand of hair is ripped from the skin.

“Stop!” I beg. “Please!”

“No! You’ll scream until every last drop of blood leaves your body.”

He lets go of my hair, spins around and twirls his gun. “Now, what shall we start with? I’m thinking a few bullet holes, then perhaps I’ll make you pay slowly, and painfully. You think just because you removed my working parts, that I can’t hurt you the way I used to?”

That doesn’t sound good. My skin prickles, and my heart begins thudding so loudly I can’t hear myself think.

“Let me go, you piece of shit!”

I’m desperate now, and I can hear it in my voice. Begging won’t work for me though. I already know begging gets him going. It gets most sick people going; it’s what spurs them to keep up the torture. God, why can’t I just pass out? Why can’t my body just know what’s going to happen, and put me out of this misery.

He laughs again. I hate that sound. I hated it back then, but I hate it more now. “You thought you were so smart, blowing off my dick. You thought it would save someone from experiencing the same torture, but you were wrong. You only made me more determined. See now, snake, I can make it painful. Considering you were so fond of being raped, I’m thinking we’ll start with this...”

He reaches into the back of his pants, and pulls out a massive knife. The sick feeling that washes through me in that moment cannot be explained. My entire body goes numb. My eyes go fuzzy, and my ears begin to ring so loudly I can’t hear anything else around me. He’s going to rape me with a knife. He’s going to rape me...oh, God. No. No. NO! I struggle in my binds again, nearly snapping my wrists. God, come on.

Jasper laughs loudly again. “Didn’t think you’d like that idea. Keep struggling, snake, you know it only makes me want this more.”

I’m panting now, close to hyperventilating. The ringing in my ears has now become a loud roar. I am still pulling at my binds, beyond desperate to get away from him. Nothing in this entire world could possibly frighten me more than the idea of being raped with a knife. That is something you don’t recover from. That is something that destroys you.

“You destroyed me. I destroy you. Fair is fair. I could just blow off your sweet little cunt, but that would ruin my fun. I want to hear you scream. I want your blood on my hands,” he growls, then he grins. “You know, it was one of your own that gave away your location?”

What is he talking about?

“What?” I rasp.

“Britney, is that her name? Yeah, she got word to me. Clever girl she is.”

Oh, God, no...Britney did this? My whole body trembles. I knew she was capable of a lot of things, but this? She handed me to the wolves.

“Hurts when someone stabs you in the fuckin’ back, doesn’t it?” he snarls.

“Fuck you,” I spit.

“Oh no snake, I’m going to fuck you.”

He walks towards me running his fingers over the blade of the large knife. I squirm harder. I can’t survive this. God, someone please help me. Tears leak out of the corners of my eyes, and they burn as they tumble down my cheeks. My own saliva is sliding down my chin; I am struggling to breathe so much I’ve forgotten how to swallow.

“Would you look at that. I think I’ve finally cracked you, snake.”

He drops to his knees in front of me, and I try to kick out my legs at him. Growling, he drives the knife into one of my thighs. I scream. God, I scream so loudly he stumbles backwards and covers his ears.

“Shut the fuck up!” he roars.

Blood pours from the wound in my leg, and I begin to thrash. He lunges forward, holding the knife up to my face.

“You fuckin’ move again, I’ll slit your throat!”

I stop kicking, even though everything inside me is screaming at me to fight. I’m so scared; the only thing I can think about is living another moment. Jasper uses the knife to slice my pants off. I am crying heavily now, gasping and begging for him to stop. He runs the knife up my leg, drawing a tiny line of blood. I cry out, the sound is broken and strangled, like that of a wounded animal.

“I can’t wait to slide this inside you, snake. I’m going to enjoy every second watching you suffer the way you made me suffer. I’m going to enjoy every scream that comes from your mouth.”

He slides the knife up my panties, right in the middle of my sex. It’s not quite enough to cut me, but it’s enough to scare the life out of me. I thrash again; I won’t let him do this. I’ll let him stab every part of my body before he even gets close to doing what it is he plans. Suddenly, he leans back, running his fingers along the blade again, giving me a thoughtful expression.

“You know, it’s funny really. I thought of so many ways I could play this out. I’ve spent weeks thinking of nothing else. I thought about just killing you, but that wouldn’t have satisfied my need for revenge. No, it had to be epic. I liked the idea of shooting you right in the cunt, but that just wouldn’t have completely satisfied me either. Then I remembered how much you loved being forced, and your wise little idea of blowing my dick off sparked my final decision. You thought I’d never rape you again, but you were so wrong, snake. I don’t need my dick to rape you; all I need is something...well...like this hunting knife. Imagine what this will do to your insides? Imagine how this will feel lodged deep inside you. Imagine the pain as I twist it, slicing you to pieces. Nothing will satisfy me more, than to hear you beg. In fact, I think it’s time to hear that begging.”

I shake my head, and my body trembles with fear as he looms closer. He leans down, sliding the knife under my panties. I wail loudly and struggle once more. The pain is nothing anymore; it’s nothing compared to the fear ripping through my body. I’ve never been so afraid in my life. I’ve never been so helpless, so unable to control what happens to me.

“Please,” I scream. “Don’t, please.”

“That’s it, snake. Beg.”

I shake my head, forcing my mouth closed, even though all I want to do is continue begging him to stop.

“So pathetic, just like you always were. How about I make it easier for you? Because I’m such a nice person.”

He reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a few pills. I clamp my mouth shut. No way in hell he’s going to get me high for this. That will ruin any chance of escape I have. He leans forward, and grins, thoroughly pleased with himself. The sick bastard.

“Open wide.”

I keep my mouth clamped shut. Growling, he lurches forward and slaps me hard. I cry out, and as I do, he thrusts his hand into my mouth, jamming the pills down my throat. I scream and gag, spitting as much as I can back up. The binds burn against my wrists as I tug, desperate to get away. Jasper picks up the gun with a growl, and aims it at my leg, before pressing the trigger. The ripping pain that tears through my thigh has me choking on the pills as I scream. My eyes roll, and my body jerks.

“Swallow them, or I’ll shoot you again, snake,” he roars.

I swallow as best I can, now desperately wanting the pills to make the pain go away. It feels like flames are travelling up my legs, slowly burning me. I scream and thrash, God, someone please help me. I don’t want to die. Not after every breath I’ve fought for. Jasper kneels again, and shoves the knife towards my panties. No, please. I kick out, trying to hit him, maybe I can hurt him badly enough with a decent kick to the head or chest.

“Perhaps, I’ll slice your nipples off first, really get the party started.”

He reaches for my shirt, and I begin gagging again. My head is spinning, and my vision becomes hazy. I feel him lifting my shirt, and I’m powerless to stop him. I am so far beyond fight. I am just a puppet for him now, and he knows it. He reaches my bra, cutting it off with the knife. When he has my nipples exposed, he brings the blade down. I scream again, but it’s pointless, I have nothing left. I’m in so much pain; my head is so fuzzy, I am unable to do anything but scream. The cold blade presses down over my skin, and I begin to feel the intense, excruciating burn as it cuts into my skin.

“Put the mother fuckin’ knife down!”

Cade? Oh God. Cade? It can’t be. I must be hallucinating. My eyes flutter as I try to focus on the room around me. I finally see Cade, coming closer, gun drawn. Jasper moves quickly, pressing the gun to my head before Cade can get close enough.

“I’ll shoot her!” Jasper yells.

“You fuckin’ breathe, and I’ll blow your fuckin’ brains out.”

“Shoot him, Cade, so we can take him outside and teach the fucker a lesson,” I hear another voice say, but I can’t make out who it is.

“I’ll shoot...” Jasper screams, his voice high pitched.

Before he has the chance to even finish what he was saying, Cade points his gun down to Jasper’s leg and shoots. Jasper drops to the ground and rolls, screaming in pain. Cade turns to me, and rushes over, dropping to his knees. He rips off his shirt, using it to cover me. My eyes flutter closed as shock begins to set in.

“Addison, baby, wake up. Come on, don’t close your eyes.”

“Addison? Oh fuck, baby, keep your eyes open.”

Jackson, they’re both here.

“Sugar,” Cade says again, stroking my cheeks, urging my eyes to open.

“Hurts,” I wail loudly, feeling the drugs beginning to bring out my hysteria.

“I know, hush, I know.”

“She’s high.” That’s Spike’s voice.

“We need to finish this fucker,” Cade growls. “Addi baby, hey, I got you.”

“Don’t move her,” Jackson says. “She might be hurt bad. We need to check.”

Cade peers over at Jasper, who’s trying to slide towards the door.

“Fuckin’ move, I’ll blow your brains all over that wall,” Cade roars.

“Take care of him,” I hear Spike growl. “I’ll get her out.”

“Baby, you’re gonna be just fine. We’re gonna get you out,” Cade rasps, then he says to Spike. “You fuckin’ take care of her. Whatever you got against me, it ain’t her fault.”

“I’d never fuckin’ hurt her. Go finish that scum.”

Cade grips my face, coating his hands in blood. “I’m gonna be back in less than five minutes. You hang in there, baby.”

“I’m okay,” I croak. “Kill him, Cade. Make it count.”

He nods, and then Jackson strokes my face, his eyes red and glassy. Then they both turn, stand, and haul Jasper up, taking him outside. I can’t begin to imagine what they’re going to do. I don’t care either. Spike kneels down in front of me, swiping a bloody piece of hair from my face.

“You sure do know how to get yourself noticed. If you wanted this kind of attention from me, you should have just asked.”

He leans in, inspecting the wounds on my head. My stomach begins to turn violently as he begins to gently move me.

“Talk to me, precious. What hurts?”

“Everything,” I croak.

“He shot you twice, God knows what else, and you’ve lost a lot of blood. Your body is working overtime to get those drugs out of your system. We’re goin’ to get you up slowly. You tell me if anything hurts too much.”

I nod, and just as Spike’s wrapping his arms around me, I hear Jasper’s screams. They’re the kind of screams you don’t forget in a hurry. They’re the screams of torture. I jerk and begin sobbing wildly, over reacting because of the drugs in my body. My stomach turns harder, and I know I’m going to be sick.

“Hey, hey, calm down.”

“Sick,” I rasp out.

“Shit.”

Spike gently lets me go just in time. I drop forward and begin throwing up violently. I hear Spike mutter a few ‘fucks’ before he grips my hair and moves it off my clammy face. When I’ve stopped throwing up, he gently sits me back and focuses instead on undoing my hands. I can hear Jasper’s screams turn into high pitched begging. I don’t know what they’re doing to him. I don’t want to know. I hear the sound of a gun, and then everything goes quiet.

“It’s all over, precious.”

It’s all over? Years and years of abuse, of torture, of mental pain, and it’s over? It’s really over? Spike pulls me into his arms when he’s done with my binds, and stands, walking towards the door. Cade meets us at the entrance, covered in blood. I don’t even want to know how he got that much blood on him. I croak out his name and he takes me from Spike’s arms.

“Thanks, I appreciate it.” I hear him say to Spike.

“Yeah,” Spike says, his voice full of emotion. “Anytime.”

Cade cradles me in his arms, and the familiar scent of him soothes something inside me.

“She’s in a bad way,” I hear him say.

“Get her to a hospital,” Jackson says, his voice hoarse.

“What do we fuckin’ tell them?”

“Tell them it ain’t none of their fuckin’ concern, and if they want to argue, by all means, argue.”

Cade nods and walks us outside. When the sun hits my bruised and battered body, I wince. It’s so bright. Too bright.

“It’s okay. It’s all goin’ to be all right soon.”

“Hurts,” I croak again.

“I know, sugar. We’ll get you better.”

I close my eyes and listen as he shuffles around. Then he places me down onto the backseat of his truck. He covers me with a blanket, and gets in.

“You need us to deal with this?” I hear Spike ask.

By this , I assume they mean Jasper.

“Yeah, appreciate it.”

Before I know it, the car has started. My eyes begin to flutter closed, a mixture of relief and the drugs. My legs are throbbing, my shoulder burns and my entire body feels broken, but I’m here. I’m alive and most of all...

I’m free.