But that’s not how shit worked out for her. She can’t just go along and leave the business to the men.
“Ask it doll; whatever you want to know. I’ll tell you right now.” That’s partially a lie. I know it, but I don’t want to tell her there’s shit I’m not going to answer. I’ll let her ask whatever’s on her mind. Hopefully it’s nothing too specific. Something I can talk around.
“How many people have you killed?” She asks in a voice so low, it takes me a moment to actually understand her question.
Red fucking flags shoot up in my head. Cops ask questions like that. I run a hand through my hair and watch as her knuckles turn white gripping the edge of the tub. I need to get her ass in the tub first. It’s not like she’s a cop. She’s not. Tony would’ve figured that out if she was. And she’s not wearing a wire. Even if she was, I’ve got the blocker set up in every room of the house. No way a rat is getting shit out of me in my own home.
I take a step to the tub and she reacts with fear. Taking a sharp inhale and another step away from me. She’s scared to ask me questions and I don’t like that. I don’t know how Pops does it. I don’t know why Ma doesn’t ask and never has. But it sure as shit isn’t because of fear.
I push the stopper down and lean over and turn the faucet on. Letting the water warm before dipping my fingers into it. I turn the heat up a bit and walk to the shelves for the salt. It’s pink. Maybe she’ll like that. I scoop out a bit and drop it right below the running water and dip my fingers back in. That should be good for her. Maybe it’ll help her relax some.
“Get in babe. Relax a bit and then we’ll talk.” I sit my ass on the edge of the tub and grip her hips, pulling her in between my legs. Her lips part and her small hands brace herself on my chest. I pull her closer and gently kiss under her ear, on that tender spot below her neck and it works like a charm. She relaxes slightly, leaning into me. A soft sigh leaves her as I leave another open mouthed kiss on the crook of her neck.
I love that sound, the little moan of satisfaction. I want to push for more, I want to run my hands from her thighs, up to her ass and squeeze. My dick hardens thinking about fucking her against the tub. The tub is solid and I could pound into her and force her to take the intensity of each thrust. But there’s no doubt it’d leave bruises. And she’s so hurt already.
I pull away from her, remembering her current state and place a soft kiss against her lips. I take her hand in mine and gently unravel the bandages. She did a shit job of putting them on. I should’ve done it earlier. My thumb brushes lightly over the raw skin on her wrists. She struggled against them. The abrasions from the rope piss me off. A deep hurt settles in my chest and it takes everything in me to keep my face from showing my anger.
They hurt her to get to me. They tried to kill her. And they wanted me to see.
As adrenaline pumps through my blood and my heart beat picks up her small hands land on my shoulders and rub soothing circles. A satisfied groan rumbles through me. My hands find the small of her back and I rest my forehead against her chest. She’s so warm and comforting. It takes a moment to notice that her arms have wrapped around me and her head is resting on top of mine.
I tilt my head up and catch her bottom lip between my teeth. I pull back slightly at her whimper before letting her go. Her half-hooded eyes stare back with a spark of lust.
My doll fucking loves it rough. Her thighs clench in between my legs. I want to fuck into that hot, tight cunt so fucking much. My dick roars back to life as her eyes stare into mine, waiting for me to take her. “You want me to fuck you, doll?” Her fingers touch her lips and her eyes stare at mine as she slowly nods her head once.
I want it too, but not right now. I need to get her to tell me what’s going on in her head. I need answers. And so does she.
“Be a good girl and strip.” I watch her body as she pulls the shirt above her head and lets it fall onto the floor. Her breasts are full and lush, I lean forward and take a nipple into my mouth. Teasing me, teasing her. She gasps as I bite down and pull back. She has one hand on my head, and one on her other breasts. Her fingers pinch and pull her hardened nipple while her other hand tries to push me closer to her. Naughty girl.
I let her nipple go and love how her mouth forms a perfect “o” and her eyes close in pleasure. “Bad girl, you don’t direct this show, doll.” I set a bad example the last time we fucked by letting her lead like that. But damn, it turned me on. My dick jumps remembering how fucking good it was. My breathing is picking up and my fingers are itching to play with her body. My eyes trail down her skin and then I see the bruises.
“You need a salt soak.” I have to keep my mind focused. Her ass isn’t topping from the bottom anymore. She just wants to fuck me. Other than that she’s scared of me. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. But for some reason, I don’t like it.
“Are you a fucking sadist?” She takes a step back and gives me a bewildered look. Well, she’s obviously not that scared. I guess when her sweet cunt’s begging for my attention she’s not so afraid.
I smirk at her and push off the edge of the tub, putting my body right in front of hers. I let my lips barely touch hers and respond, “it’s not gonna hurt.” My hands grab her as and I squeeze her cheeks before lifting her up. She wraps her legs around my body and lets her heat brush against the bulging erection covered by my sweats. “I promise I’ll make it good for you.” I rock my dick against her heat and smile when that small moan parts her lips. I turn with her in my arms and slowly put her in the water. She tries to hold onto me for a moment, her legs tighten around me as her ass hits the warm water.
“Be a good girl for me, doll. I don’t want to have to spank that ass tonight.” Her eyes shoot to mine and search my face, trying to figure out if that’s an empty threat. She’s such a kinky bitch.
She slowly unwraps her legs and hesitantly sinks her hand into the water. As soon as her one leg’s submerged she drops her weight and relaxes. A look of pure bliss on her face. The steam from the bath rises around her. The salts leave a thin layer of translucent white on the surface of the water. Her breasts barely peak out just enough to tease me. Her nipples are hard and they’re begging me to suckle them. But not right now. I have to keep reminding myself.
She leans her head back against the tub and looks at the open door to the bathroom. A slight worried look on her face.
“What’s distracting you, babe?” I sit on the edge of the tub, wiping the water from my arms onto my sweats. She tilts her head and narrows her eyes, wondering how I knew her mind had gone somewhere else. “You’re very easy to read.”
“Jax.” Her answer spreads warmth through my chest.
“What about your little man?” A gentle smile plays at her lips for a moment before she sighs.
“I just want to check on him.” She swallows and brings her hands out of the water to pull her hair from her shoulders and off of her face.
“I’ll go.” I start to get up. That’s an easy thing to check. Just make sure the little dude’s still knocked out. She sits straight up and grabs my hand with hers, stopping me.
I look back at her wondering what the fuck that’s about. She swallows thickly and looks between me and the door. “It’s a new place and he doesn’t know you.” She gives me an answer to my unspoken question.
“He’ll be asleep.” I hope he’s fucking asleep. “Do kids get up throughout the night?” I thought that was like a baby, baby thing.
She shakes her head and answers, “no, not usually.” Her eyes are still wide and they’re pleading with me, but I’m not sure what it is that she wants. It’s fucking hard figuring out this broad.
“Alright then, I’ll be back in a sec.” I pull my hand away and she lets me, settling back against the tub. “If he’s up, I’ll bring him in the bedroom for you.”
She seems to relax a bit and says, “thank you.” But that look is still in her eyes. I don’t like it. I’m not going to bed until I figure out what the fuck’s going o
n with her.
Becca
“Passed the fuck out.” Dom strolls into his bathroom like nothing’s wrong and squats next to me by the tub.
I give him a forced smile, “good.” I take a deep breath.
“What’s bothering you, doll?” I look back at him like he’s lost his damn mind. Am I taking crazy pills? I was kidnapped by a group of men who wanted and tried to kill me and now I’m being held against my will with my son by a man that’s no good for me.
My arms splash the water as they rise up and cross over my knees to pull them into my chest. The movement of the hot water on my wounds makes them sting slightly, but it’s instantly relieved by the salts in the water. It feels so fucking good. “What are the plans exactly?” I like order, I like plans. More than that I like knowing where my life is going so I can direct in to an appropriate path. Right now I have none of that. I have no control. And I don’t fucking like it. But I also don’t have a choice.
“De Luca’s a dead man.”
I’m quick to answer, “he wasn’t when he took me.” Hearing that name makes my body cower in the water. I hate it. I hate that I can’t control how much my body hurts thinking of what he’s done to me.
He shifts on the edge of the tub. “I’m sorry for that. I really am, babe. But I’m gonna make sure he pays.”
“Is he the one with the tattoo?” I close my eyes remembering the vibrant green against his tanned skin.
“I thought you didn’t see anything?” He leans closer to me with his eyes narrowed. As if I lied to him. I should be scared, but I’m not. Instead I’m pissed.
“Don’t fucking look at me like that. When they took me, that’s all I saw.”
His hand shifts up to grip my chin. “That mouth of yours. I swear to God it’s going to get you into trouble.”
“Why’d he …?” I try to push the words out but my teeth grind together and my body stiffens. I don’t want to think about it. I don’t want to go back to what happened.
“His Dad used to be a big deal, but he got busted and De Luca just got out of prison. He’s playing fast and loose. Targeting the big guys and being sloppy about it. He’s only been out for a week and there’s already a target on his back. Him and the few people he has following him around will be dead by the end of the week. No one gets away with the shit he’s pulling. Not in this business.”
I pull my knees further into my chest. I want to ask him again. I want to know everything. But I keep reminding myself that curiosity killed the cat.
“Talk to me doll,” Dom gets up from his seat on the tub and walks behind me. I look over my shoulder as he gets something from the wooden shelf in the corner and then drags a bench from the stall over to the back of the tub. I turn and face the wall as his hands come down on my shoulders. Massage oil. It smells so good. Like Chamomile and some kind of citrus. His thumbs dig into my sore muscles. It reminds me how much my body hurts.
The punches I could take, but being hung up like that. Fighting my restraints. My head hurts remembering how I smacked it over and over against the edge of the sink. But it worked. I saved myself. If I hadn’t fought. My heart stills and my body tenses. I force my body to relax and close my eyes. There’s no reason to think like that.
“Ask me again and I’ll tell you. You just relax and talk to me.” I don’t believe him. He’s not going to answer a damn thing.
I take a deep inhale as his hands work my shoulders and then glide up my neck. Fuck it feels so good. My head goes limp and I struggle to think of a question. I remember asking him earlier, so I settle with that one, “how many men have you killed?”
“A lot. I can’t tell you how many, doll.” My eyes pop open at his confession and my shoulders go stiff, giving away my fear. “Relax babe. They all knew it was coming; they all had a gun aimed at me too.”
“If I hadn’t had the money, would you have killed me?” He huffs a laugh.
“First of all, dead men can’t pay you. It does set a bad example letting people get away with not paying you though. The first thing, the smart thing to do, is to not let a man make a bet he can’t afford.” His hands stop and I hear him swallow before he continues. “I knew… your ex, could pay. If he hadn’t shown up with the money, then we would’ve had a problem.”
“What kind of problem?” I have to ask; I need to know.
“I’d have drained his bank account.” I look up at him in absolute shock. “Yeah, doll. I have my ways.” He pushes my shoulders enough to get me facing the wall again and his hands continue rubbing soothing circles over my body. “But that wouldn’t be enough. I’d have to make an example of him.
“What…” I want to ask what he’d do specifically. I try to push it out, but I can’t.
“What would I have done? Do you really wanna know babe?” I hesitate to answer. “I would’ve hurt him really bad, but it would’ve ended with him. Johnny should’ve told you that when you answered your ex’s text. His debt wasn’t on you.”
He places a small kiss on my neck, “don’t worry about it doll. The money’s already in your bank account.”
His words shock me. My body splashes the water as I turn to face him. “For real?” I ask.
“Yeah, doll. You didn’t owe me. You never did.” A small smile pulls at my lips as I settle back against the tub.
A moment passes in silence while he continues to rub my sore body.
“What if I was the one who owed you?” I want to know.
“If you owed me and you couldn’t pay?” He asks.
“What would you have done to me?” I ask again and again his hands pause, but then they continue to rub along my back and then deeper and lower. His breath tickles along my back.
“Doll, I would’ve never hurt you.” He kisses the crook of my neck and I find myself relaxing into him, but I don’t believe him.
For some reason, my lips open and the words tumble out, “I don’t believe you. You would’ve hurt me.”
He chuckles, his hot breath on my neck sends shivers through my body, but heats my core. His arms dip into the water and wrap around my body. “What do you think I would’ve done to you doll?” His hands run down my stomach and then lower, rubbing my hips and then massaging my upper thighs. My legs part, giving him access to my heat. My clit throbs for his touch. I’m so fucking hot for him. My chest rises as I breathe in deep and tilt my hips for him.
His hand cups my pussy, “you think I would’ve made you pay with this babe?” His fingers play along the folds of my pussy and circle my clit.
My head falls back; my mind is consumed with the thought of him fucking me in his office. Taking me on the floor. Forcing me.
“Would you have liked that?” He laughs a deep, low breathy laugh. “I know you fucking liked it when you paid that way for the interest. How many times do you think I’d have taken you for owing me that much?”
“Hmm.” I can’t answer. I just want him to keep touching me while I think about how he took me against the wall.
He laughs again and then moves forward to push a thick finger inside me. “You would’ve loved to pay your debt to me with your pussy.”
His finger moves in and out of me, pushing against the front wall and forcing soft moans through my lips. A tingle grows through my body, making my legs tremble. “I don’t do that though, babe. I don’t make bets with women.” He adds another finger and rubs along that hot bundle of nerves, it sets a radiating fire to spread through my trembling limbs. “I don’t take pussy as payment.” I hardly hear his words as my back bows and he pushes against my clit with his thumb.
“Only you; I couldn’t resist that temptation.” His words set me off, my orgasm rips through me. His fingers continue to pump in and out of me roughly. He fucks me without mercy as my thighs close tightly around him and my body twists. His other arm wraps around my chest, holding my body still while I thrash with my release riding through my body in waves. He draws my orgasm out, forcing me to take it. As I scream out my pleasure his lips cover mine
, sealing my moans in our kiss.
My body settles as the aftershocks slow. He slips his fingers out of me, I miss his touch immediately. He gently places me back against the tub and leaves me to lay limp in the warm water. My eyes close and I nearly fall asleep. I’m so relaxed and exhausted.
His arms wrap around me, one under my bent knees and the other behind my back and he lifts me out of the water. He dries my body off and I make a weak attempt to help. He pushes my hands away and continues patting my body dry, then leaves the towel on the ground to carry me to the bedroom. I try to sit in his arms, but he whispers in my ear, his voice a little more than a murmur, “I got you, doll.” With his breath on my neck and his lips placing gentle kisses on my neck, he lays me on the bed and I drift off to sleep.
Becca
My body falls forward. But it can’t. I need to go forward; I need to block the punch that’s coming, but I can’t. I’m held back. My face slams against something hard, forcing my neck to whip to the side and sending a jolt of pain through my body. It hurts. It all hurts. My body is sore and my wrists and ankles rubbed raw. It hurts so fucking much.
Slap! A hard smack to my face from the other side shoots a throbbing pain across my face. I try to move my arms, but they’re tied. Ugh! I try to lean forward after another punch to my stomach. The air leaves my lungs and my chest tightens with pain. I’m pinned by hands. Pinned back by restraints… the belt.
I’m pinned back by the seat belt. The tires screech. The car crashes forward. My body jolts forward. The metal twists and groans. The glass shatters. My mom screams. I can’t see her. Only my Dad. My vision focuses on the tree. Heat overwhelms my shaking body. And then nothing.
No sound. Shards of glass. They stick out of my trembling arm. I carefully lift it and grip the broken glass. My shaking fingers slip and the pain makes me moan in agony. My voice. It’s the only noise. I try to move; I need to help them…
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