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He just rubs his chin and laughs. Then he replies, “What do you think?” Shaking my head, I break one open and do a taste test. Damn it tastes good. I eat two and thirty minutes later I am downright shitfaced. My stomach started grumbling and for a few minutes I was afraid I had made a grave mistake. Then I realized I was just hungry. Boogeyman and Cupid are just as blazed as I am and the dumbfucks ordered ten pizzas. Not at the same time. No. They would forget they placed their order and call in another. The food sure as hell doesn’t go to waste around here though.
Music is blaring from the jukebox and shit is starting to get wild. I stumble toward the stairs to go to my room. I’m in no shape to drive, though what I want most in the world right now is to crawl into bed with Melissa. She’s home with Jimmy, working on getting his bedroom decorated. I pull out my cellphone, dropping it three times on the staircase, lucky the screen hasn’t broken. I managed to put a nice crack across the center of the screen though.
I type out a text to let her know I am about to crash not sure if it makes a damn lick of sense. As soon as I fall onto the bed my eyes roll back in my head.
—––—
“Fuck, Lissa, Goddamn, that’s how you wake up your man.” I go to grab her head as she sucks my dick deep down her throat, but she’s tied me to the bed. My head is pounding but if anything can cure my hangover, it’s her mouth and her pussy. Not even opened my eyes yet and she has me ready to fucking blow my load down her throat. I blink my eyes, looking to each side seeing my wrists cuffed to the headboard. “Mhmm,” I growl, seeing nothing but the top of her dark-haired head between my legs. “Get up here and ride me you kinky little minx,” I demand.
She doesn’t answer me and continues sucking me. “Fuck.” I bite my bottom lip as I hit the back of her throat. I pop out of her mouth. “Come fuck your man, baby.”
“You didn’t say please,” I hear her say low, sounding hoarse and not like herself.
“Please,” I tell her wanting in her sweet cunt. Instead of doing what I want she turns her back to me and sinks down on me in a reverse cowgirl. She feels all wrong and that’s when I see the tramp stamp above her ass. Melissa doesn’t have any tattoos. My cock goes soft as a sickening feeling washes over me. The last thing I remember from the night before is texting Melissa and collapsing on my bed here at the clubhouse. I know I was alone when I passed out. I’d never cheat on my woman. I’d never hurt her.
“Lissa, look at me.”
Her head shakes.
“I said look at me.” My vision clears, and I notice her hair color and texture are off. I rattle my wrists against the cuffs. Panic sizes in my chest as realization hits me. Fucking Carmen. Fucking psycho cunt. “Let me out of these cuffs now and I’ll let you walk out of this room still breathing.”
She laughs sadistically. “You just need time, Cocky. You’re supposed to be with me.”
“You’re fucking crazy is what you are, and I will never ever fucking want you.” I’m seething. Rage is coursing through my veins. I want to wrap my hands around her throat and squeeze until all the air in her lungs leaves her body. Until she goes blue around the lips.
“You just did.” She smirks over her shoulder at me and starts stroking my soft cock, attempting to make me hard again.
“Because I thought you were Melissa you dumb bitch.”
Carmen moves from the bed and removes her cheap wig. Did she think I wouldn’t know the difference? I might be feeling rough, but I didn’t drink that much last night after consuming Amber’s weed brownies. I’ve never felt more violated in my entire life. Sick bitch.
“Why don’t you want me? What’s wrong with me!” She cries. Mascara runs down her face as her tears begin to fall. “What’s so special about her? Why do you want her and not me?” She jabs a finger to her chest. “Maybe if she was out of the way you’d want to be with me. Maybe I should get rid of her, but I don’t want to hurt the boy.” The nutty whore shakes her head as she continues to ramble on talking to herself.
“Listen, I’m sorry, all right?”
Wiping her nose, she sniffles. “You are only saying that to make me uncuff you.”
I let out a sigh. “It’s just you tricked me, and I hate being fooled. Come up here and let me out of the cuffs so I can hold you and prove to you that I do want you. I can’t fuck you the way I want to if I can’t even touch you.”
“You lie. You don’t want me. Only her. Always her,” she seethes, growing angry as she paces the room completely naked. Carmen is nothing special to look at. She’s got sagging tits that are shaped like floppy dog ears.
I narrow my eyes on her and soften my tone. “Come here. I’ll prove it to you.”
She takes a seat on the edge of the bed and I am tempted to kick her right in the fucking teeth for what she’s done. “How?”
“Bring your sexy mouth up here and let me kiss you.” I wait for the right opportunity. She starts to move, and I know I only have one shot. She slinks up the bed between my legs and when she least expects it, I hook my legs around her neck in a triangle choke and squeeze with all my strength. Her fingernails dig into my legs drawing blood, but I don’t let up. I hold my ground. I can see it in her eyes—panic…fear. It makes me hard knowing the bitch is getting what she deserves.
When it’s over I am stuck, still cuffed, with the face of a dead woman face down on my dick. I do what I can to rattle the headboard against the wall. Eventually someone will come knocking at my door.
But fuck me that someone happens to be Uno. I know how this looks to him. I know his first instinct is to beat me senseless, but thankfully once he gets his laughter out, he frees me.
Chapter 14
—Melissa
After I finally got Jimmy settled in his new room, I ran me a bubble bath and poured a glass of wine for the occasion. Shawn is gone to a party for Uno of all people, but he had to go. His club expected him to be there. I know it wasn’t at the top of his list of fun things to do, but he has a responsibility to his brothers. I haven’t heard from him all night. Not that I expect to. I have an idea of what is going on at that party. Amber told me and the girls what she was doing with her brownie prank. Girl is crazy but in the best way. She’s the most fun.
Her and the other girls are coming over tomorrow to throw me a house warming lunch. Nothing big. Just us girls, some drinks, and food while the babies sleep and Jimmy and CT play in his new room. Everything is clicking into place. I couldn’t be happier than I am with Shawn. I never thought the two of us would have this and certainly not together. I always wanted it, but it never seemed obtainable. But now I am starting to believe that we can have it all—as long as we are together.
Sinking down in the tub, bubbles rise up over my skin. This is exactly what I needed. I take a sip of wine then lay my head back against the wall. I let out a sigh of contentment. Only thing missing is having my man here to share in this quiet bliss with me. I hear my cellphone ringing from the bedroom but whoever it is will have to wait. I just got in the tub and don’t plan on getting out just yet. As I lay here in the warm water relaxing, I hear what sounds like a door opening.
“Jimmy, if that’s you get your butt back to bed, Mr.” I wait a second but then there is nothing. Maybe I am hearing things or maybe this house is haunted. I won’t admit the fact to Shawn, but I am still creeped out by the fact that Cupid’s ex-wife committed suicide in this house. All houses make noises though and I’m just not used to this one is what I keep trying to remind myself but its hard.
The floorboard in the hallway creaks. “Jimmy? Shawn?” I sit up in the tub and stare at the doorknob wondering if I locked it. But then I realize Jimmy is in his room and I am being stupid. It’s probably Shawn trying to scare me. He has gotten on to me constantly because I have never been in the habit of locking doors. My mom never did because we lived out in the country and my stepdaddy was so mean no one would dare cross the bastard. I stand up in the tub and grab my robe. Water runs down my legs and onto the rug as I step out
in an attempt to be as quiet as possible. I can hear the opening and closing of drawers in the master bedroom. Chill bumps fan up and down my spine as fear grips me. I can’t help that I feel scared. I don’t want to be afraid, but I have a bad feeling in the depths of my stomach.
I cross the small bathroom and listen by the door. The house has gone quiet once more. I take a deep breath followed by another. My hand is shaking as I grip the doorknob. I feel like a foolish child. Like when I stayed up late to watch a scary movie then had to run to Shawn to protect me while I slept. I only hope he is who I will meet on the other side of this door and not a monster who hides in closets and under beds.
Twisting the knob, my heart is in my throat. I open the door and find there is no one waiting to scare me. Perhaps my imagination was getting the best of me. The first thing I do is look in on Jimmy. He’s sleeping soundlessly with his mouth slightly parted in a faint grin. He must be dreaming of something good.
I tiptoe back to mine and Shawn’s room to check my phone. I have a broken text from Shawn, but I decipher that he is sleeping off a good one at his room at the clubhouse. I smile to myself thinking about what a time he must have had thanks to Amber’s brownies. Dropping my robe, I turn to grab one of my man’s tee-shirts from the closet. When I open the closet door a monster from my past steps out with a gun pointing square at my chest.
I go to scream but only a squeak comes out.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t find you? That you could take my boy away and that I would just turn the other cheek.”
“I…I.” I can’t find the words to tell him how much I despise him. How sick the sight of him makes me. My naked body quakes with fear that this is it. My final moment. My final breaths. I am going to leave this world staring at the man I hate the most. Bile rises in my throat as Jim leers at me with his weapon, He runs the cool barrel of his .22 up and down my torso. Stopping at my most intimate area.
“I should shove it up your whore cunt and blow a hole through you, but that would be too easy. I have so many plans for you though. Put some clothes on and wake Jimmy. We’re going for a ride. Don’t try anything stupid or I’ll kill you both.”
I swallow hard and move robotically to dress myself as Jim watches with disdain. I can feel his breath hot on my neck as he stands behind me, intimidating me because he knows I will do anything for my son. And do anything I will.
I promise Jim that I won’t give him any trouble but to please not let Jimmy see him threatening me with a gun. He concedes but his threat to me and our child remains. Do as he says or face his wrath. Though I have a sick feeling that I will be feeling every brutal morsel of his fury once we reach our destination.
Jimmy is half asleep as I wake him from his bed. He sees his father and shrinks into my arms, attempting to make himself smaller than he already is. Of course, all Jim sees is that I am treating Jimmy like a baby instead of a boy.
“Always have coddled him too much,” he says gruff and tight lipped. “Get moving.”
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Once in the truck, I am stuck in the neck with a needle and wake up being dragged from the vehicle by my hair. Our destination is an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Webb Hollow. No place for Jimmy to be spending the night in this cold weather. I soon learn that he won’t be. Only me. Jim has a motel room for our son and already has him safely there with a buddy of his who has been helping him search for us. I am locked in what appears to have once been a maintenance closet. There’s an old mattress on the floor covered in rose petals. A shelf holding a mirror also houses my missing perfume and photos of me and Shawn taken in secret.
My head hurts where the bastard tugged on my hair. I’m cold and tired and don’t know how I will get out of this situation. My first mistake was getting in the truck, but I was scared and not thinking clearly. I should have put up a fight. Made a commotion. Found a way to call for help.
The door opens. “Put this on.” A black ace negligee is thrust at me.
Holding the skimpy material up I can’t help but notice that is smells of my perfume.
“Now, Melissa,” he hisses at me like the snake that he is.
“What are you going to do with me?”
“You mean to you?” He steps into the small enclosure, crowding me. “What won’t I do to you? Going to treat you like the dirty whore that you are. Stick my dick in your every hole until you are so full of me, you’ll never know anything else. Then I’m going to bleed you out. Drop by drop slowly so that you too know the pain I have felt every day since you stole my son away from me.”
“Jimmy will never forgive you for this. He’ll grow up one day and realize what you have done, and he will hate you more than he already does.”
“By then we will both be dead,” he states coolly, and grabs me. “I said put this on. It’s time get started.” He takes my cellphone out of his pocket and sets it up on the shelf to record.
“What are you doing?”
“Gonna make sure to get my fucking you on camera for your twisted fuck boyfriend. It will be the last thing he sees before I cut his dick off and shove it down his throat.”
“Shawn will kill you,” I grit through my chattering teeth as I pull my shirt over my head. I do as he says, putting on the black lace and kneeling on the filthy mattress, waiting for him to do his worst. My only solace is I know that when Shawn gets his hands on Jim, he will make him suffer a greater pain than he is about to inflict on me.
He looms behind me and I hear the unbuttoning of his jeans and the sound of his fingers unzipping them. My heart bubbles up into my throat. I feel dizzy and like I can’t breathe as the tip of a knife traces the shape of my hip. “Are you going to scream for me, Melissa? Will you cry out your lover’s name in prayer, hoping he will somehow come through the door and save you?” His other hand presses his manhood against me and only then do I shudder. His warm breath on my neck is my only warning as he pushes inside me at the same time that he jabs the knife into my side.
He repeats the motion.
Thrust.
Stab.
Thrust.
Stab.
I take it all until I find the opportune moment to make a move.
Chapter 15
—Cocky
“Did you kill her?”
“Nearly,” I answer Uno as I pull on some jeans. “She still has a pulse. Much to my disappointment,” I confess.
“A bit morbid of you. What the fuck happened?” I can feel his judgment already being cast. He thinks that I cheated on Melissa with this skanky bitch and he hates me for doing it.
“I came up here to pass out last night and when I came to this crazy cunt was forcing herself on me.”
Uno busts out laughing. “Forcing you?”
“It’s not funny, Goddamn you. I feel violated. I feel dirty and used. I hate the feel of my own skin right now.”
His brows knit together as his dark eyes narrow on me. “You’re serious. Look, man, I was just fucking around. I’m sorry.”
I give him a chin lift. “Do one thing for me. Keep an eye on her and when she wakes call me.”
“You going to tell Melissa what happened?”
“I have to. She deserves to know.”
“If you want my advice. Don’t tell her. She sees you as this enigma. This strong man who keeps it together for her. Don’t wreck it by putting any doubts in her mind.”
I didn’t ask him but put the thought under advisement. “Thanks, Uno. Don’t let her leave here. I want to deal with her personally.”
I leave the clubhouse and head for home. The first thing I want is a hot shower. Hot enough to boil my skin until it blisters and new grows back. People think that men can’t be affected by being violated, but she violated me. She wounded my pride greatly. I’m a cocky man, but I take no great pleasure in hurting a woman but her—it felt good to watch all the color drain from her face.
I pull up at the house and the first thing I notice is the front door isn’t locked. I have be
en after Melissa to keep the damn thing locked. Jimmy could get out on his own and get into something he shouldn’t or worse get injured. I open the door and call out to them but get no response. In fact, it appears no one is here. I glance back to the street. Melissa’s car is still out front. Maybe she went to the store with one of the girls to get snacks for their lunch. Though she normally would text to ask if I need something. I pull out my phone and it’s dead. When I pass by Jimmy’s bedroom his bed is unmade. Melissa always makes sure he does the chore but perhaps they were in a hurry.
In the master bedroom I find Melissa’s robe laying on the floor. I pick it up and get an uneasy feeling creeping up on me. She never leaves clothes laying about. In our household growing up it’d get you beat. It is habit instilled in us both. One that she never breaks from. I plug in my phone and go to get into the shower while I wait for it to get some charge to it. There is water still in the tub that judging by the film ring around the basin has been here for hours.
Something is very wrong here. I rush back to the bedroom and start calling the guys, asking of any of their old ladies are with Melissa and Jimmy. Much to my disappointment none of them have spoken with nor seen her since yesterday. I go back to the clubhouse and find Uno at the bar nursing a beer. “Where is she?”
He grins at me. “Cuffed to your bed.”
“Come on. Melissa and Jimmy are missing and if this crazy cunt has done anything to harm them, I will kill the bitch for real this time.”
Uno follows me up the stairs. He isn’t my choice for an accomplice but he’s what I have. “What do you mean by Melissa and Jimmy are missing?”
I explain to him about the laundry, the bath water, and her car. He doesn’t care for me but even he admits that the behavior is out of character for her.
I slip into the room with Uno at my back. Carmen is sleeping, and I grab an old beer from the dresser and dump it on her head. She sputters and gasps. “What? What? I’m up.”
“Where is Melissa and Jimmy?” I growl in her face.