by Eva Jones
‘Chloe, this is the second time since I’ve been here that you’ve thrown up. Is it really just the stress and everything or is there something else going on?’ He questions as he lifts his leg and climbs into the tub next to Charity. She climbs onto his lap once he’s down. The sight of that alone makes me want to hurl again.
‘What do you mean?’ I ask as I grab a hair tie off of the countertop and tie my hair back.
‘Could you be…’ He motions his hands around Charity’s stomach, indicating a pregnant belly. ‘You know. Pregnant?’
‘What? Wait. No, I am not pregnant. At what point in all the months that I’ve been fighting your battles do you think that I’ve had time to go and get myself knocked up.’ Truth is, I really don’t know. And now I think about it, I haven’t had my period since before the first time I was held captive. But wait didn’t we use protection? Fuck, I can’t even remember. Shit could I be? Wait, why the fuck are we even having this conversation right now when the love of my life is out there in danger?
‘No, Chloe that’s not fair on Charity and me. Her father is to blame for all of this. I was just doing the right thing.’ His defences go up.
‘I don’t know, dad, but I’ll tell you what I do know.’ My anger is starting to boil. ‘Charity was down in the basement for a few moments before she called up and told us that he was gone.’ I point an accusatory finger in her direction. ‘You could have easily untied him and boosted him up and out that window down there.’ I look to Charity. ‘We all know how much you love your daddy.’
‘Chloe Marie Richards how dare you speak to her that way. You know damn well she didn’t help him escape. You’re not only insulting her right now but you’re insulting me. I won’t stand for that young lady.’
‘Young lady? Are you seriously calling me young lady while you have a nineteen year old little girl straddled on your lap? One that I’m pretty certain you’ve already stuck it to.’
‘Hey.’ Charity whisper yells but my dad cuts her off quickly.
‘Chloe I’m going to give you a pass right now because of the situation we’re currently in but when this is all done, all three of us are sitting down for a little chat.
‘Four,’ I correct him in a whisper.
‘This is not the time, no matter how upset you are. Fine four. I didn’t know if you expected to keep Dom around when all this is over,’ he whispers back.
‘I need something to focus on or I’m about to lose my shit…’ I’m cut off by footsteps running down the hall and a hushed whisper outside the door.
‘Chloe? Chloe, open up.’ It’s Dom’s voice and I crack the door open enough to let him in. ‘I just wanted to update you before Andre and I head off to take Pete to Andre’s doctor, he’s been hit.’
‘What’s going on?’
‘He got away but we managed to take down a few of his comrades before they all retreated. Right now, we need to get Pete to the docs. Here take this.’ He hands me a gun and another to my dad. ‘You make sure you stay together and Mike anything happens to her, I’ll kill you myself.’ He looks at my dad with searing intensity in his eyes. ‘I’ll be back as soon as possible.’ He pulls my face to his and kisses me long and hard. ‘I love you,’ he whispers against my lips and then closes the door gently behind him. His footsteps retreat down the hall and when they’ve finally ceased, I turn and slump against the bathroom door and I slide down as it hits me even harder that Patrick is still alive and he’s still out there threatening our lives. Oh and then there’s the fact that there could be a baby growing in my belly and I didn’t even have time to tell the man I love.
Dom
I WAS RELUCTANT to go with Andre, leaving Chloe behind didn’t sit well with me but someone has to drive while Andre puts pressure on the wound. And I know where the doc’s is because I’ve been before. I was hoping I’d never have to go back but here we are. I’m driving at full speed down the country roads and I honestly don’t know how we haven’t skidded off into the ditch but my adrenaline must have my reactions on point. About four miles down the road I spot a four by four just like the ones Patricks men were driving as they left the warehouse. As we get closer a shot fires and I swerve not knowing which direction it came from. The windscreen cracks as another shot rings out. Shit.
‘What the fuck is going on?’ Andre shouts from the back.
‘Fuckers are shooting at us, hold on.’ I slam my foot down on the clutch and go up a gear, picking up speed I ram the back of the car, making it swerve, but it rights itself quickly. Fuck. I accelerate and try to overtake, at least that way I can shoot too. But they swerve all over the road not letting me pass. A gun comes out of the side window and I’m pretty certain I’m done. Slamming the brakes, I swerve and hit the back of the car, it flips in the air, and we spin out of control, Andre and Pete flying around like pinballs in the back.
Thank fuck I have my seatbelt on because otherwise I’d be through the windshield. I have my gun in my hand and the steering wheel in the other. I’m desperately trying to right the spin. There is so much noise the crunching of metal and screeching of tires, leaving a ringing noise in my ears. When we finally stop spinning I’m so fucking disoriented with my head spinning, I leap out of the van and run in the wrong direction for a few seconds. A loud blast has me flying through the air. My ears are scream an unbearable keening that rips the atmosphere apart. My head snaps back on my neck as I hit the ground.
‘Urgh.’ I roll around for a second trying to get my bearings. I find the source of the explosion and quickly realise it’s the car we were chasing. It feels like it’s miles away as I start to make my way toward it. I hold my gun up on shaky hands as I see someone in the ditch, crawling away. Patrick. Just seeing him centres me. I should be checking on Andre and Pete. But this can end here. With one bullet, I can finish it.
‘Patrick,’ I growl. He continues crawling through the grass away from me. That red mist descends as I think about what he did to Chloe. And I don’t hesitate. I stand over him and pull him up and around so he’s facing me. But I can’t squeeze the trigger. I push the barrel of the gun to his forehead.
His eyes widen but then he grins. ‘You better kill me, motherfucker, because I won’t stop, and next time I’ll rape that pretty little pussy—’ I squeeze the trigger cutting him off mid-sentence. I fire two more into his chest to make sure. I make sure no one is alive in the wreck of the car before I move to the van to check on Andre.
I open the side door and find Andre unconscious. I’m too late for Pete. An explosion like that will have caused someone call the emergency services. I battle with whether I should leave Pete behind but I decide that should be Andre and Mike’s call, so I pull the door closed get into the driver’s seat and make my way back to the house. Groaning in the back has me craning my neck to check on Andre, but I don’t slow down. Sirens wail in the distance and I put my foot down, gunning it all the way down the winding track and pulling up with screeching brakes around the back.
‘What happened?’ Andre blinks in confusion. He looks down at Pete. My ears are still ringing and I have a headache from hell. But as I help him out the van he demands answers.
‘We ran into Patrick and we spun out of control. There was an explosion. I shot Patrick he’s dead.’
‘Pete’s gone,’ he tells me like it’s not blindingly obvious.
‘I’m sorry,’ I offer, but he doesn’t say anything else until we get to the back door.
‘You sure he’s dead?’
‘Fucking positive.’
‘Good, keep it between us for now.’ He seems to have realised something and turns to look back at the van.
‘Damage.’ He points to the driver’s side ‘We need to get rid of it quickly.’ He doesn’t even hesitate he hops right into it.
‘Go on in and tell Mike we hit a problem and I’ll be back as soon as I can.’
‘Andre you’re a mess man?’
‘No time for that now, we need this gone, if the police come looking we can
’t have it sitting on the drive.’ I cringe at the mere thought of that, and I know he’s right.
‘Okay but keep your phone on okay?’
‘Roger that.’ I watch as he turns the van around and pulls back down the winding path. I smell like fire and I feel like I’ve been in a fight with a truck. That explosion blew me off my feet and I hit my head pretty fucking hard. I look down at myself. I’m a fucking mess and I’m covered in blood. Patrick’s blood.
***
Chloe
Even though I wanted Dom to be there for the talk with my father, Charity and I had, it couldn’t be avoided seeing as we were all stuck in the same house and my father wasn’t about to let it go. The bathroom started to get stifling with us all crammed in, so we moved in a hunched together group over to the room Dom and I have been sharing since we’ve been at the cabin. I let everything out to them about how I felt about their relationship. From the fact that she’s not even old enough to drink yet where we’re from, to her being the reason we’re all in this situation. Zoe was killed as a result of it all. I had to bite my lip to keep from tearing up over Zoe. Charity had tears flowing down her face the entire time. At least it’s good to know she’s resentful.
Then my dad proceeded to tell me how Patrick was planning on trading off Charity in a business deal and he grabbed her to keep her from the family she was going to. When he heard the plans and the name of the family she was getting traded to, he knew he had to help her. The McCanns are ruthless heathens. He’s seen first-hand how they treat their women and there was no way he could let that happen to an innocent girl. It didn’t help that the first time he ever laid eyes on her, he claimed he fell in love. Love at first sight is what he called it. She was always in the background when he’d been at the gambling halls ran by Pat.
Charity barely spoke other than to reiterate to me that she truly did love my father and planned on spending the rest of her life with him. Gag. She wants to have a relationship with me, but at this point in time, I’d be happy to just go back to not having my dad in my life, just as it was prior to this whole ordeal.
I hear a door creaking open somewhere in the house and we all go on alert. I wave Charity and my dad back into the corner of the room and put my finger to my lips signalling them to be quiet. My dad struggles against Charity to get over to me, but she holds him back. With one hand braced against the back of the door, I turn the knob and as quietly as possible, open it enough to peek through. The moment the door opens, the smell of burning hits my nostrils. With my one eye peeking through, I watch. There’s a tall man slowly making his way towards the bathroom across the hall. He pushes the door open and disappears inside only to pop his head back through it a moment later.
‘Dom?’ My voice booms through the hall louder than expected and he quickly turns in my direction, gun pulled.
‘Chloe?’
‘Yes, we’re over here.’ He lowers the gun and tucks it into his waistband. When he comes into full view I finally take him in. From head to toe. He’s covered in blood and he’s where the smell of smoke is coming from. ‘Dom, what happened? Are you hurt?’ I rush to him and look him over but he holds me back at arm’s length.
‘It’s not my blood, baby. I’m okay. I really need a shower though.’ He grasps my wrist and pulls me towards the bathroom.
‘Wait, Dom, what’s going on? Where’s Andre? Is it over?’ My dad pops his head out of the room just as Dom is about to close the bathroom door.
‘Andre told me to tell you to sit tight, that he’ll be back soon and fill you in on everything.’ He doesn’t wait for a response and closes the door, locking it before turning around and stripping out of his clothes. I switch the water on, letting it run over my hand to find the perfect temperature before hitting the shower on. He climbs right in and I quickly strip my clothes off and join him. The way he cut my dad off, I get the vibe he’s not in the mood for talking. I pull the bath sponge down off the shower shelf and lather it up before beginning to wash him down, starting with his back and working it across his entire body before rinsing the sponge and setting it back on the shelf. He turns and grabs the bar of soap and begins to wash himself all over again, as if he’s trying to rid himself of something. I stop his hand, which is vigorously scrubbing at his arm and lace my fingers with his. I pull him into me and hug him close. His body melds against mine and his chest starts to hiccup as he cries. I rub his hair to soothe him, allowing him the time he needs.
Dom
I FEEL LIKE a pussy as Chloe tiptoes around me, but it’s not every day you kill someone in cold blood. The first time it didn’t get to me like this, but I didn’t have a choice then, it was me or them, I chose me. This time was different I could have walked away I could have left him alive. But after all he’s done, and all he threatened to do I couldn’t walk away. I couldn’t leave him breathing. I had to end it. For all of us. Now all I want to do is get out of this place and go home. See my nan, take Chloe out on a date, be normal. What is normal anymore? Chloe is lying beside me on the bed, stroking my arm in rhythm with her breathing. It’s so quiet, Charity and Mike are in the kitchen and its nice. I know she has a million and one questions but she doesn’t ask. Instead she gives me exactly what I need without me even asking for it.
‘I love you,’ I tell her making her look up at me. A small smile creeps across her face and her hand caresses my cheek.
‘I love you right back,’ she says kissing my lips in a chaste kiss. As she moves to pull back I clasp my hands either side of her face and pull her toward me. She straddles me and crawls up my body, the kiss intensifies and a second later I’m pulling her top up and over her head. Her hands are wandering all over me like she’s just as desperate for me as I am for her. I arch my back and she tugs at my t-shirt. I release my arms so she can pull it off. It gets stuck and she giggles as she attempts to free me from it. But as my fingers find her breasts through her bra her serious side returns and her eyes close as I pluck at the nipple beneath the material. I straighten her back and graze the other with my teeth. She sucks in a breath which sounds like a hiss. I look up as her lips form the perfect O, the sight is perfection. I make quick work of her bra and panties and she releases me from my shorts. I get another perfect vision before me as she reaches between us and lowers herself on my dick. God I could be inside this woman forever and it wouldn’t get old. As the walls of her pussy grip me tight she moves, riding me with the confidence, like she’s done it a million times before. I’m about to take over when there’s a knock on the door. Chloe stops dead and I see panic in her eyes as she realises someone might just walk in.
‘We’ll be out in a little bit.’ I shout holding her hips so she can’t pull off of me. This is way to fucking good not to finish. And they can fucking wait.
‘Chloe, I just wanted a word?’ Mike says through the door like he’s going to get a different answer than the one I just gave him. I put my finger over Chloe’s lips and grin telling her to be quiet.
‘She’s in the shower right now,’ I yell back.
‘Oh okay, if you can tell her then?’
‘Sure.’ Chloe sniggers as I grind my hips up against her pushing myself deeper as her father walks away.
‘Oh my god.’ She giggles and it does things to the snug little walls surrounding my dick. I groan at the feeling. Rolling her hips, she takes control once again, and I hold onto her hips while she rides the fuck out of me. Her head goes back and her back arches giving me access to her swollen clit, licking my fingers I rub in small circles and that’s all it takes for her orgasm to come rolling in. I can feel the second it starts, her thighs clamp around mine and she curves her body toward me her face in the crook of my neck.
‘Oh… yes… yes… don’t stop,’ she whispers, only adding fuel to my fire. I thrust inside her while I torment her clit faster, going harder still until she screams out and I spill myself inside her.
‘You are so fucking perfect,’ I tell her while she pants collapsing on top of me. We both
breathe heavily and we stay like that for a few minutes more. Then reality of what I just did sets in.
‘Umm, I didn’t use protection.’
‘Yeah… About that,’ she begins ‘I think it’s maybe possible... that... I could be pregnant.’ My eyes widen as I stare at her in utter shock.
‘What?’ So far as I know we’ve been careful ‘Are you sure?’
‘No… but I haven’t had my period and I’ve been sick, like a lot.’
I sit us up and look her in the eyes. ‘So, its a maybe?’ she nods but looks down away from me shyly.
‘And are you okay with that?’
She shrugs. ‘Yeah I think so.’ She half smiles. ‘Are you?’
‘Fuck, I’ve not even thought about it, but yeah if you are, I guess… we might be parents soon huh?’ I grin. Capturing her face, I kiss her slowly and with everything I have.
Pulling back, she smiles. ‘So you’re really okay with it?’
‘Fuck yeah, your belly swollen with my baby, I can’t fucking wait!’
***
Chloe
This morning I woke wrapped in Dom’s arms. My favourite place to be. I fell asleep last night with a smile on my face, knowing that if the results come back that I am pregnant that’d he’d be happy about it. It felt like a weight had lifted off my shoulders that I didn’t even know was there. I heard Andre come in sometime in the middle of the night, but he didn’t come to the room so I just assumed everything was okay for now. Dom needed a good night’s sleep after all he’d been through. Granted I don’t know exactly what that is, but with how much he was torn up, I know it was big.
Dom groans and pulls me in tighter to his body. ‘Good morning, baby.’ He places a kiss on my head, his morning wood pressing into my back side. But I know now isn’t the time, we need to talk to Andre and see what’s going on.
‘Honey, I think I heard Andre come in sometime last night. Do you think we should go talk to him, see what’s going on?’ His arm raises off of me and his legs untangle from mine as he pulls himself up to the side of the bed.