by Alexa Riley
“What the fuck are you looking at, asshole?” I hear her snap as I crawl out of the trunk, making sure my hoodie doesn’t rise up and reveal the gun I have stashed in my waistband. I’m shocked we haven’t been patted down. My father used to pat down anyone who ever came into the house, but looking around I can tell this is pretty far from my father’s usual accommodations.
The man eyes Jeanette’s chest and reaches out to tweak her nipple poking through her thin top. She smacks his hand away.
“What that fuck?” she snaps again.
“Jeanette,” I warn her through clenched teeth. I don’t want her getting hurt, and with a mouth like hers that’s what’s going to happen. We need to stay calm and draw as little attention to ourselves as we can.
“She’s feisty. I like that,” the man says to my father who is leaning up against the side of the car, looking at me. I still can’t get over how different he looks. He used to be slick and put together, dressed in thousand-dollar suits. I’m sure the one he’s wearing now still cost out the ass, but it looks just as tired as he does. Worn down.
“You can play with her later, Marco,” he states firmly, pushing off the sedan and walking past me towards wide metal doors. “Bring them inside.”
Looking around, I try to get a feel of where we are. We drove for a while after we left the library, but I never felt like we picked up any real speed so I’m guessing we didn’t get on a highway. The area we’re in now looks like a massive garage with a few vehicles parked in it.
Marco grabs us each by the arm and starts to pull us forward.
“Where’s my mother?” I ask while Jeanette breaks free of his hold. She isn’t bolting; it just looks like she doesn’t want to be touched by him. Marco releases me from his hold and grabs her with both hands, pulling her to him. He kisses her with an open mouth, licking at her feverishly.
I try to jerk them apart but his hold on her is so strong. Screaming out, he suddenly pushes her from him and I can see blood dripping from his mouth.
“I bite,” Jeanette snarls, spitting the taste of him out of her mouth. She stares at him with a smug look on her face. I feel my stomach roll because I know what’s coming. I fought back against Marco too. He likes the fight, I remember that much. He also likes to dole out pain.
And he does just that – one solid punch to Jeanette’s stomach and she’s on her knees. Running to her side, I try to run my hand through her hair to give her some comfort. I ignore Marco because anything I throw at him he’ll only enjoy. I look at my father watching us with a bored look on his face.
“What the hell is the matter with you? Why are you treating us like this? I’m your daughter!” I yell, looking into his eyes. Yelling at him like this was not something I ever really did. My father didn’t abuse me when I was growing up; he was just cold and dominant. Everyone was to respect him and his word was law. I remember moments of tenderness, but as I grew up they became more and more fleeting. I never would’ve thought it would come to this. Even when I have flashes of the night I was beaten, it’s still hard for me to believe it was something he orchestrated.
“I’m treating you like this, daughter,” he spits the word like it tastes bitter in his mouth, “because you chose your side, and you chose wrong. You’re a lesson. An example.” He strides towards me until he’s right in my face. It takes everything in me not to divert my eyes from him. I’m not the little bird he caged away, and I want him to know that. He doesn’t control me anymore.
“And what have we learned from this lesson? We’ve learned that if you cross me I will destroy you, family or not.”
All I can do is shake my head at that. What can I really say? But he’s wrong. He’s not my family anymore. I have Carter, Jeanette, and this baby growing inside me. I need to remember that. I can’t provoke him or do anything that could get me hurt. This isn’t about me and my pride right now. It’s about surviving until I can get us free.
I drop my gaze from him and my shoulders slump. I want him to think I’m defeated. Maybe the less we fight them, they more they’ll let their guard down. I need to find out where Justin and my mom are and then make a move.
Grabbing my chin, he makes me look back at him. My father isn’t tall like Carter. I don’t have to strain to look at him.
“You look nothing like your mother. It’s such a shame. I could’ve gotten a good price for you if you had.”
I don’t know what that means. Does he plan to sell me?
“Speaking of whom, she’s right inside. Get your friend and come.”
Helping Jeanette back to her feet, I pull her close.
“Calm down and think. Your temper isn’t going to help right now. It’s just going to get us hurt,” I whisper.
“Fine. But if they come at you, Lays, I have to draw their attention. We both know you can’t fight them right now,” she whispers back and looks pointedly down at my belly.
I grab her hand and squeeze as I follow my father through the door. Luckily Marco doesn’t try to touch us again.
When we enter the next room it’s completely different from the massive garage. It smells of smoke, musk and sex. The ceilings are at least 30-feet high and the glass windows are too high for anyone to access – no way can we get out that way. There’s a bar to the left where three men are sitting, drinking and openly staring at us. In the center of the room are multiple couches adorned with barely dressed – and some entirely undressed – women. They look strung out. The place looks like it was thrown together and it probably was, if he came to Reno to get me and doesn’t plan stay. My father always likes things to look nice and grand, and this place looks like a hole in the wall.
One of the women crawls from the couch and stumbles towards us. It takes me a minute to realize who it is but as she comes closer I see it’s my mother.
“Jesus, Dean had to go get more girls? Aren’t there enough sluts for you to fuck here already?” my mother slurs at my father. She glares at me and Jeanette.
“Didn’t know you liked them chunky. All those years of dieting wasted, I guess. I could have been packing on the pounds if I knew that’s what got you hard,” she rasps, getting in my father’s face.
Clearly she has no idea who I am. He pushes her back and she stumbles but manages somehow to keep her footing and not fall on her ass.
She looks nothing like the woman I remember. She might have been just as cold as my father, but she always looked beautiful. She was unceasingly at her best – from her hair, to her makeup, to expensive clothes and handbags. Even if she wasn’t going anywhere she would be all done up, but she was always going somewhere – events, parties, concerts, she was always doing something. Things that I could never go to.
My father always said it was because he didn’t want people to know about me, that they would use me against him. My mother said it was because I wasn’t pretty enough. This was often after she had had a drink or two. But today it looks like she’s had more than alcohol. Her eyes look dead, her cheeks sunken. I can tell from her half-naked state she doesn’t have an ounce of fat to spare. Her ribs are poking out.
“Fine! Fuck her for all I care. I like Sam’s cock better anyways,” she smirks at him.
I squeeze Jeanette’s hand tighter as I watch her stumble towards the bar, almost falling on her ass again.
I can’t believe how deluded I was. Or maybe I just lied to myself. I made myself think things had been wonderful before the night I lost everything. They just grew so much worse after that, and what I had before seemed to be more wonderful than it really was in comparison.
“I’m not too inclined to fuck my own daughter. I know I’m into some shit but that’s a little much don’t you think, Claire?” my father says casually.
I hear Jeanette gasp beside me as she finally catches on that this is my mother.
My mother snaps back around and what I think is going to be happiness to see me is quite the opposite. She comes lunging at me. I haven’t seen her in over eight years. She disappeared th
e same night I was beaten. My father would never tell me what happened to her. Every time I asked, he brushed me off until he finally snapped at me so I quit asking all together.
“You fucking bitch!”
Stumbling back, I knock into Jeanette who keeps me from falling. My father holds my mother back as she continues to lunge at me.
“You stole my man. He was mine, you little slut!”
“Come take her, Sam,” my father orders one of the men at the bar. I have no idea what my mother is talking about. Stole her man?
“Carter was mine, you fucking whore. We were in love and you took him from me.”
I just stare at her in shock. She and Carter were lovers. I feel the vomit rise in my throat but I push it back – my Carter would never do that.
“Put her in the back room until she calms down. Give her something. I don’t need her running around here in one of her crazy moods,” my father says, passing her off to the guy they called Sam.
“I still don’t get why you brought her here. She’s a fucking nightmare,” Sam grumbles and takes her from my dad.
“It’s not your concern why I brought her here. It’s your job to do what you’re told.”
My father fixes his tie and jacket. “And a word of advice, if you fuck her again make sure you use a goddamn condom. You don’t want to know where she was when I found her. I don’t need you spreading her shit to other girls.”
My mother continues to scream about Carter as Sam drags her down a hallway. I think she’s has lost her grip with reality.
“Lays, your mom is fucking crazy,” Jeanette murmurs to me.
“What’s wrong with her?” I whisper, more to myself than anyone else.
“I told you, you chose wrong,” my father says.
“Chose wrong?”
“Carter,” he says simply.
“It wasn’t a tough choice. I love Carter and he was the only person in that house who ever loved me back. So the way I see it, I chose right.”
He starts laughing hysterically, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s taking whatever my mom seems to be on as well.
“Lays, your dad is fucking crazy too.”
I just nod my head in agreement.
When my father finally stops laughing he drops a bomb.
“Don’t you get it, Layla? You were just a toy. Carter slipped into our lives to rip my world apart, first by fucking my wife. Then he went after you when he saw I couldn’t care less where your mother’s attentions were, as long as she wasn’t in my way.”
“He would never!” I snap back, letting my anger get the best of me. No way did Carter sleep with my mother. He would’ve told me that. But then again Carter doesn’t like me to know things he thinks might hurt me or that would make me run from him.
“Vengeance is a powerful thing, Layla, and it’s all that drives a man like Carter. You saw your mother. Clearly they had something…no?” he says, a smirk dancing across his face.
“Think about it, Layla. Think.”
I search my mind for what he’s hinting at. I don’t recall my mother and Carter being close. She flirted with all my father’s men to try to get a rise from him but it never worked. I remember a few times she would flirt with Carter but he always just blew her off. My father didn’t seem to care what she did with her time. But I know without a shadow of a doubt Carter loved me and would never do anything that could hurt me. He tries to be my shield, never would he do something that would cause me pain. It’s why his plans all went to hell. It’s why he sat in that jail cell for eight years – all for me, all to keep me safe because, to Carter, family is everything, and I’m his family.
“No. I don’t believe you. I don’t remember anything like that,” I say firmly, shaking my head.
“Carter used you. Like I told you time and time again, someone would try to use you against me and I was right. The only problem was when you chose to go to him I no longer had loyalties to you. You turn your back on me, you’re as good as dead!” he bawls, punctuating the last part with a glare at his men. He whips his gaze back to me. “Even if you’re my daughter.”
“You’re a monster. Why would I stay with you? You were cold and heartless. It wasn’t a life I wanted. I knew what you were, and I just wanted to go. I wasn’t choosing to kill you or go after you. I was just choosing to leave. I had no idea what had gone down between Carter and you. Carter told me we would run and take off. Never look back. Carter was letting you go. You. You did all this,” I shout and throw my hands in the air.
If he’d only let us leave that day none of this would’ve happened. Carter told me he had every intention of leaving his plans behind to just be with me. But my father came after me, and everything went to hell that night.
“I’m the monster? Your Carter is just as much a monster as I am. At least I don’t hide my viciousness. He played you, Layla, and it seems he’s still playing you. He tried to get at me through your mother and when he saw that wouldn’t work, he went for you. And you just played right into his hands, packing a bag and going to run off with him. He was just trying to get you out of the house because he knew I was finally on to him. He was going to use you against me. Don’t be so dumb, Layla. You think one little girl can make a man change his whole plan? That he would give everything up for you? No pussy’s that good. I know I kept you somewhat sheltered, but you can’t be that naïve!”
His words bounce around in my head. This can’t be true. They aren’t true. I know this with every fiber of my being.
“What about now? He got out and came for me. He went to prison for me.”
“It’s all lies. He’s using you now as a tool to get to me. He’s trying to force me out of hiding. Don’t you get it? You’re a pawn in this game. A minnow. Still the dumb little girl who can’t see what is right in front of her face.”
I look over at Jeanette who’s staring at me. I don’t know what to do with what my father has given me. But part of what he said is true. Why would Carter give up everything for me? Could this all be a game? If it is, I’m sure Carter is playing it in a way to keep me safe, to end this all. Right now it really doesn’t matter. I need to get us out of here.
“I don’t care if I’m a pawn or not at this point. Carter is going to rip you apart. If he doesn’t want me then why would he fight to get me? What does having me really do for you?”
My father smiles at that. I don’t know why I’m even fighting with him about it, it just makes my blood boil for anyone to question Carter’s loyalty to me. It’s almost laughable.
“We all know what started Carter on this path – his family. So it looks like that thing growing inside you is all the family he has left. I’m guessing he’ll do whatever it takes to get you back, not because of you but because of what’s inside of you. And now I have my very own pawn.”
“You bastard!” I scream, going to charge at him but Jeanette grabs me by the waist.
“I’m done with them for now. Take them to one of the spare rooms, Marco. Have fun with them if you like. Don’t damage that one,” he says, pointing at me. “We need her for now.”
“And the other one?” Marco asks, referring to Jeanette.
“Do what you want. But when you’re done with her, bring her to me. I don’t like them as feisty as you do. I’ll let you break her in a little for me.”
Jeanette starts to fight him, but I give her quick ‘just do it’ look. I need to get us away from everyone so we can try to find a way out of here. I still have no idea where Justin is, but time is clearly up. We’ve got to get out of here.
Marco pushes us down the same hallway my mother disappeared down and he shoves us into a room with only a bed. He slams the door shut behind him and leans against it.
“Strip,” he says while unbuttoning his shirt.
“Fuck you,” Jeanette shouts at him.
“Oh, trust me. I’m going to fuck you.”
He pushes himself off the door and grabs the front of Jeanette’s tee, ripping it all the way d
own the center. Her breasts fall free.
“They’re a little small for my taste but they’ll do,” he leers. She goes to smack him but he picks her up bodily and flings her across the room. She hits the mattress and bounces off, hitting the floor. I start to run to her, but he grabs me by the hair and puts a knife to my throat.
“Take the hoodie off, Layla, or this will get bloody,” he whispers menacingly before biting my neck and releasing me.
“And you.” He points the knife at Jeanette. “Take off the shorts and get on the bed. One wrong move and I’ll slice her real good,” he orders, waving the knife in my direction.
Jeanette crawls onto the bed.
“Hoodie, Layla,” he snaps again.
Reaching for the hem of the hoodie, I make sure I’m facing him with my back to Jeanette and pull the hoodie over my head. He reaches for my tee and rips it like he did Jeanette’s.
“Now, you’ve got big tits. I’m going to have to fuck these.”
He slides his blade up my stomach and between my breasts. He pops the bra with the knife and my breasts spill out but so does the cell phone Carter gave me. It hits the floor with a loud thud.
“You fucking bitch!” he yells and slaps me across the face. I fall backwards and onto my ass. He picks up the phone and throws it against the wall, shattering it. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out his phone and makes a call.
“She had a phone on her.” Pause. “Yeah, I bet my ass Carter is tracking. We’ve got to get out of here.”
Another pause. “Got it. I’ll bring them out to the garage now.” He ends the call. “You’re going to pay for that, you little bitch.”
As he reaches for me, I pull the gun out from the back of my jeans and shoot twice. The first bullet misses because I wasn’t ready for the recoil, but the second hits his shoulder.
“Come any closer and I’ll shoot again!” I scream at him. He steps back and stares at me.
“You okay?” I ask Jeanette, not taking my eyes off Marco.
“Yeah. Kill him,” she spits, but I’m not sure I can unless he charges me. My hand is shaking, and I’m not a hundred percent sure I can hit my target unless it’s closer.