by Alex Grayson
My eyes are almost drooping closed by the time Shady is done talking. I heard what he said, but not much of it catalogs in my fuzzy brain. I feel hands running up and down my chest, and I somehow look to the side to see Tessa standing there in nothing but her panties, bare breasts swaying. The sight of her near naked body sends revulsive shivers through me. Her body isn’t bad, but does nothing to mine. Mia is the only one I want.
I snake my eyes back to Mia and see pain reflected in hers. She tries closing her eyes, but Shady smacks the back of her head and snarls, “Watch them.”
“Leave her alone,” I growl, barely able to form the words.
Shady ignores me and instead reaches down and starts fondling Mia’s breast. I watch helplessly as he tweaks her nipple. Mia recoils and tries to pull her body away from him, screaming into the tape on her mouth. He follows her movements and pinches her even harder, causing her to cry out.
Tessa takes her hand and moves it down to my cock. Once there, she opens the fly of my boxers and pulls out my limp dick. She gets down on her knees in between mine and puts her mouth on me. I try to scoot back, but my body is so fucking weak that I don’t move at all. To my utter surprise and mortification, my dick starts to get hard. What’s fucking funny is that what Tessa is doing doesn’t feel good at all. Why in the hell am I getting hard?
I slowly bring my gaze back up to Mia, slow because I can’t get them to move faster. She sees the effects my body is having. The hurt and betrayal I see there has me wanting to cry like a damn baby.
Shady chuckles while still brutally playing with Mia. I hear him say to her, “Don’t worry, baby, he’s only getting hard because of a little something extra we put in his cocktail.”
Son of a bitch! My mind screams. They put Viagra or some shit in the water. That explains why I’m hard as a fucking rock while Tessa manipulates my body and Shady violates Mia. Sure as shit not because I’m turned on.
“Sit on his dick, Tessa. I want Mia to see you fuck him.”
With every bit of strength left in my body, which isn’t much, I buck, jerk, and struggle with the ropes at my wrist and legs. Again, nothing works. I’m left helpless as Tessa stands, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, takes off her panties, and prepares to straddle me with a ravenous smile. All the while Mia sits there and watches with a pain so deep in her eyes that I know will never go away again, and Shady’s hand moving closer and closer to her pussy.
Chapter Thirty
Mia
Her bravery…
The grip of Shady’s fingers on my shoulders hurt, but it’s nothing compared to the pain I feel as I listen to him tell Mac that Trent’s not his son. That, in fact, Trent is Shady’s son. I can’t imagine the pain Mac is going to feel later, once the drugs wear off. To top it all off, is the knowledge that Shady is Mac’s older brother. Mac and Shady have never gotten along. To know that a man such as Shady, a man that shows no remorse in hurting women, or has no conscience when it comes to fucking people over, is your brother, is bound to be something that is hard to get over.
Mac and I are in the same fucked up boat. Mac is numb from the drugs, which are obviously preventing him from feeling the devastation of what Shady revealed. It’s a temporary blessing in disguise really. The pain of what Shady is doing to me is overshadowed by the pain I feel for what Mac will go through once the drugs wear off. It’s a nice reprieve. I just wish it was due from different circumstances and wasn’t at the cost of Mac losing his son.
I sit helplessly watching as Tessa takes all of her clothes off except her panties. She stands by Mac running her greedy hands up and down his chest. I want to scream and rage at her to take her nasty hands off my man. The agony of watching it is almost unbearable. I try to close my eyes to block it out, but Shady slaps the back of my head snarling, “Watch them!”
I snap my eyes quickly open and see Mac’s hold pure rage in their depths. When he says, “Leave her alone.” I can tell it takes a lot for him to form the words. He’s barely able to hold his body up. If it wasn’t for the ropes keeping him in place, I have no doubt that he’d be a limp body on the floor.
Shady takes his hand and palms my breast. I try to dislodge his hand by jerking and pulling in my seat, but it just eggs him on, and he plays harder with my nipple. I scream out in outrage and pain, way beyond pissed. I fucking hate this. I hate that Shady and Tessa think they can do what they want. I hate that there are people out in the world like them. I hate that Mac and I are both helpless and at the mercy of two raving lunatics.
When Tessa moves her hand to Mac’s dick and then squats in front of him, I want to throw up in my mouth. I force the bile back down because there’s nowhere for it to go, and I would just choke on it. My heart plummets into my queasy stomach when I see Mac getting hard from Tessa’s efforts with her mouth. I know he doesn’t want Tessa, but the fact that he can still get hard from her mouth on him feels like someone just plucked my heart out and stomped on it.
“Don’t worry, baby, he’s only getting hard because of a little something extra we put in his cocktail,” Shady says in my ear.
Realization dawns on me that they must have slipped something else in his drink along with the Rohypnol. It lessens the pain of betrayal, but it still lingers. I don’t blame Mac. I know he’s under some fucked up influence, but it’s still hard to witness.
So many emotions swirl within me that it’s hard to decipher them. However, one stands out the most. Hatred. When I get my hands on the bitch that’s currently sucking off Mac, not one person on this earth will be able to recognize her from the beating I’m going to give her.
“Sit on his dick, Tessa. I want Mia to see you fuck him.” As Shady says this, his hands start traveling down my stomach at a slow pace, aiming for my panties.
Tessa releases Mac’s hard dick and stands up to remove her panties. Mac looks to me and sees where Shady’s hand is and starts to fruitlessly and weakly fight against the ropes holding him in place. I’ve tried loosening my ropes as well, and it’s useless. The knots are too tight.
Mac slumps back in his chair exhausted from his attempts, and I watch with devastation as Tessa straddles his lap. From my position, I can see that she’s not put Mac in her yet. She’s just sliding herself over him.
A scream slips out, and there’s a sting on my lips as Shady rips the tape from them. I lick my lips trying to relieve some of the pain.
“How do you like watching Tessa all over Mac’s dick? It’s a sight to see, isn’t it?” Shady asks, as his hands glide over my panties.
“Fuck you, Shady,” I grit out, still watching Tessa move her body on Mac. It’s sick, but I can’t take my eyes off them. I need to know when Tessa slips Mac inside her. As fucked up as it is, I need to know.
Mac has his head tipped forward. It’s just lying there. I can’t tell if he’s passed out or if the drugs have made his body so weak that he can’t lift his head.
Shady slaps his hand against my mound, and I flinch. That hurt. The only saving grace is that he hasn’t put his hand inside my panties yet.
“Oh, I plan on fucking you just as soon as Tessa starts fucking Mac. I’ll give her a few more minutes to play with him first, though. She’s waited a long fucking time to have him, and I plan on enjoying watching her take him.” Shady uses his nasty tongue and licks up my neck, causing my body to shudder in revulsion.
“I love knowing that Tessa is taking something from him he doesn’t want to give. He’s had such a perfect life up until now, while I lived in a dump and had shit for parents. It’s about time Mac be brought down a peg or two.”
“How in the hell is it Mac’s fault that he grew up better than you?” I ask him.
He chuckles. “Well, I guess technically it’s not, but it still feels so damn good to punish him. He had everything, and I had nothing.”
Shady thankfully removes his hand and takes a step back. He walks over to Mac and grips his hair and yanks his head up. Mac’s eyes are half closed and red rimmed. Altho
ugh he’s pretty much out of it, I still see the venom in them. Tessa is still moving her body back and forth on top of him. She’s moaning now, and my body starts to shake from anger running through my blood.
Seeming satisfied that Mac is still awake, Shady drops his head and walks back towards me. Mac lifts his head just enough to look me in the eye. The remorse I see there brings tears to my eyes. He loathes this just as much as me.
As Shady takes steps toward me, he removes his shirt. He’s built, but there is still extra weight there. I narrow my eyes at him, hating the very sight of him.
He comes to stand behind me again, and I feel his hands slide the straps of my bra down. The cups are still in place, but they’re sagging. Just as Shady places his hands on my shoulders and starts guiding them down towards my breasts, there’s a loud crash behind us.
I frantically try to twist around to get a look at what the noise is, but being strapped to the chair limits my movements. I hear a scuffle behind me and grunts and groans, but I can’t see what’s going on.
Tessa starts screaming, and I look over to see her scramble off Mac’s lap. The fucking bitch backs into a corner and watches whatever is going on behind me.
All of a sudden, there’s a loud crash to my left. I look over and see two forms rolling on the floor. The small dresser is on its side. Looking more closely, I see that it’s Jaxon and Shady tangled together. Shady is currently on top of him slamming his fist into Jaxon’s face. I scream out as I watch Shady land another hard punch. Jaxon uses his body weight and lifts himself, forcing Shady to fall to the side. Jaxon immediately rolls over on top of him and starts wailing punch after punch into Shady’s face.
I feel hands at my back, tugging at the ropes.
“Are you okay, Mia?” Nick’s voice says from behind me. Immediate relief sweeps through me at the wonderful sound.
“You need to get Jaxon off Shady, or he’s going to kill him,” I tell Nick as he works on the ropes.
“The bastard deserves to die,” he says harshly.
“Yes, he does, but I don’t want my brother to go to jail because of it.”
I look back over to Jaxon and Shady. Jaxon is still on top of Shady, trying his damndest to make Shady’s head part of the floor. He’s gripping his hair and continuously slamming his head onto the floor. I start getting impatient when Shady is no longer moving. Fear starts forcing it’s way in.
“Please, Nick, you’ve got to go stop him,” I beg him.
My wrists are free, and I yank them to my front, rubbing at them.
“Undo you’re legs. I’ll go take care of Jaxon,” Nick says as he stands up and quickly makes his way over to Jaxon and Shady.
I bend down and work at the ropes on my ankles. I look over to Mac and see him still slumped forward. Even through all the noise, he’s still out of it. They must have put more drugs in the water than usual. Anxiety and fear start to set in as I work faster on the ropes. What if they put too much in there and he overdoses?
Shit! I’ve got to hurry!
Once the ropes are free, I quickly stand on shaky legs. The blood rushes back to my legs, and they start tingling. Forcing my trembling legs forward, I rush as fast as I can to Mac’s side.
“Mac?” I ask and gently tip his head back. His eyes are mere slits, but he’s still awake. Barely.
“Mia,” he croaks out.
I lean forward and land a quick kiss on his lips before I carefully lay his head back down.
“I’m going to untie you,” I tell him. When I move behind him, a loud cry leaves my lips at the damage I see on his wrists. He’s pulled on the ropes so much that there’s flesh and bone showing. I take a step toward him, and my foot lands on something wet. I look down, and there’s a big puddle of blood on the carpet.
“Oh, Mac. What have you done?” I whisper, more to myself than to him.
Worried that I’ll hurt him even more, I look around to see if there’s something I can use to cut the ropes loose. My eyes briefly land on Tessa, who’s quietly trying to make her way towards the door. I take a step towards her, pinning her with my gaze.
“Stay right fucking there, bitch!” I growl at her.
She narrows her eyes at me and looks like she’s going to say something, but then Nick steps up to her, and I watch in satisfaction as she shrinks away from his angry gaze.
Jaxon steps up to me holding a pocketknife in his hand. I grab a hold of his wrist before he can start on the ropes.
“Please be careful.”
His concerned gaze clashes with mine, and he crushes me into his arms. “Jesus, you both scared the shit out of us.” I wrap my arms around him, never so happy to have my brother. Tears gather in my eyes, but I force them back. I pull back from him, and he kisses the top of my head before turning to Mac.
“Fuck,” he hisses when he sees the condition of Mac’s wrists.
“Back the fuck up, cunt,” I hear Nick say. When I look over to him and Tessa, I see she’s made it closer to the door. The thought of her escaping brings all the anger back full force. Before Jaxon or Nick can stop me, I’m on her.
I come up behind her and yank the bitch’s hair back until my lips are at her ear. “I’m going to fuck you up so bad that you’ll never think about fucking someone else’s man again.”
She screams, her voice grating on my nerves, and tries to yank away, but my grip on her hair is too tight. Still holding onto her hair, I walk around until I’m standing in front of her. I take my other hand and grab another handful of hair and pull her head down at the same time I bring my knee up. Blood immediately gushes from her face, I’m not sure from where, and I feel a rush of pleasure. Hurting someone shouldn’t feel this good, but this sure the fuck does.
Tessa’s legs give out, and I release her hair so she falls to the floor. I get on top of her and pin her arms down by her sides with my legs. I bring my hand back and land another punch to her face. Blood, tears, and snot mix together on her face. She looks pathetic, but I feel nothing but contempt for her. I get another handful of her hair and slam the back of her head on the floor, just as Jaxon did to Shady. The thump of her head hitting the floor feels good. Call me sadistic all you want, but the woman deserves everything she gets.
I get three more punches in before I feel arms wrap around my waist, pulling me back. I’m not nearly done with her, and I fight the hold, but it’s too strong. I do, however, manage to get in a couple of good kicks to her ribs.
“Calm down, Mia,” Jaxon says at my ear.
“Let me the fuck go. I’m not done with her,” I scream at Jaxon, struggling to get free.
“No. I don’t want my sister going to prison either. I’m going to let you go, and you’re going to go see Mac.”
At his words, I immediately try to turn so I can see Mac. Jaxon releases me, and I rush over to his form leaning up against the wall. His head is leaning back, and he’s looking at me when I get down on my knees next to him. His arms are at his sides, wrapped in some type of material. Blood is already seeping through.
“Are you okay?” He asks me, his voice weak.
A cry leaves my throat, and I launch myself at him, wrapping my arms around his waist. I’m careful to not put my weight on him, because I know he can’t hold both of us up. Just holding himself up against the wall must take every bit of strength he has.
I feel his hands at my sides clutching my shirt. I pull back and place small kisses all over his face. He just sits there and watches me.
When I lean back, I take his face in my hands and look him in the eye. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I’ve drunk fifty gallons of straight vodka,” he slurs out.
I lean my forehead against his and tell him, “I love you, Mac.”
His eyes droop more, and I know he’s going to pass out any minute, but before he does he murmurs, “Love you, Pix.”
I squeeze my eyes shut and send a silent prayer that he’ll be okay. I also thank the Lord that Jaxon and Nick came when they did. I can’t thin
k about what would have happened if they hadn’t.
“The cops and an ambulance are on the way,” Jaxon says from behind me. When I turn to look at him, he must see the worry and devastation written all over my face.
He squats down beside me and takes me in his arms. I bury my face against his chest and clutch his shirt as tears fall fast and free down my face.
“He’ll be okay, Mia. The drugs just need to wear off,” he says quietly against my hair. “I assume he was given Rohypnol again?”
I try to pull myself together, but it’s so hard when the man I love with every fiber of my being is lying against the wall, passed out by drugs.
“I think so, but I’m worried they gave him too much. I also think they gave him something to…make him…stay hard.” I can barely get the words out without ripping from Jaxon’s arms and going after Tessa again.
“Fuck,” Jaxon hisses and tightens his arms around me, as if he knows my internal struggle. I can also feel the anger radiating off him. His body is stiff, but there’s a slight tremor as well.
Off in the distance, the sound of sirens reaches us. I break away from Jaxon and move back to Mac’s side. I lean my shoulder against the wall beside him and get as close as I can. Leaning my head down on his shoulder and resting one of my hands on his stomach, feeling the up and down motion of him breathing, we all wait for the cops and ambulance to show up.
Chapter Thirty-One
Mac
Her loyalty…
I wake to the feeling of drums going off in my head. It literally feels like there’s a kid in there with his brand new drum set pounding away on the sides of my skull. There’s not an ounce of liquid in my mouth, and my stomach feels like someone is doing somersaults in there. However, the warmth I feel at my side and the smell assaulting my nose makes me one of the luckiest bastards in the world.