by Rynn, Alexa
Ace huffed. “Yeah, and she’s already giving me problems.”
Not even true.
Ace shook his head and headed for the door. “You be in charge of her, I’m too old to play god damn babysitter.” And then he slumped out of the room and slammed the heavy door shut behind him. The rattling stung my ears and made my head feel like it was about to pop off all over again.
The mystery brother wasted no time getting closer to me. “Well, you sure have caused a little stir around our world, haven’t you?” He glanced down at my clothes. “Hard to believe a little thing like you could take out two full members of The Misfits, especially one who’d been killing people for a living for the last ten years.”
Cutter flashed through my mind but I just shrugged. “Haven’t you ever heard the saying good things come in small packages?” I crossed my hands over my chest, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Of course it didn’t help that I felt completely nasty. I’d been wearing the same clothes I’d had on for over 24 hours now and I hadn’t showered since the night before when I had Cutter’s huge dick in my mouth.
My legs started to tingle and I shook my head, fucking Cutter.
Get out of my head!
“Well,” he said, taking a step closer to me. “I don’t know about all that. I mean, you have some not so little things on you if you know what I mean.” He looked down my shirt and locked his eyes on my plump chest.
I glanced at the door. “Where did Ace go?”
He shrugged. “Who cares? Hopefully somewhere far, far, away.” He smirked. “I’ve fucked around with him before when it came to women and he’s no fun, always taking his time while I sit there getting so frustrated that my penis is about to explode all over.”
I backed away from him a few steps.
“He’s just so greedy, Grace.” He moved closer to me. “I mean, just once I’d let to get a run on a girl first but no… he has to hit it first or he just leaves, he’s so selfish.” He reached out and ran his finger over my lips. “Isn’t it a shame when one guy ruins it for the whole group?”
I turned my head out of his touch and pushed myself further away from him but I didn’t make it very far, the wall was right behind me. The cold cement stung the upper part of my back as I crashed into it.
“I think Ace went to go meet Cutter and Blaze out front, he mentioned they were here and that Cutter wanted to have a word with me.” It was a lie, a big one. But I felt desperate and I thought the mention of Cutter’s name might snap him out of whatever dangerous daze he was in and knock a little fear into him.
And it had worked, for a second.
There was a slight hesitation in his face but it disappeared almost as fast as it came. He moved in on me. “Nah, Cutter is too important to be bothered with such silly matters. I doubt he would ruin his night to come down here and talk to some whore no one really cares about.”
I hated the part of me that felt like he might be right.
The part of me that remembered Cutter leaving me on the side of the highway like a piece of takeout he had used for a while and then got rid of the second it turned a little cold.
I wanted to see him more than anything else in the world right now.
He leaned his arm against the wall, blocking me in. “So, tell me, Grace, do you like to suck dick?” He smirked and moved closer to me, pressing his hard penis at me through his black pants. “It’s all ready for you.”
A tear slipped from my eye and down to my cheek. I felt so hopeless, this was the third time in the last 24 hours that someone had tried to make a sexual advance toward me without me wanting to have anything to do with it. I felt like this was all a dream, things like this didn’t happen in the real world.
But they happened in their world.
The world I made the choice to be apart of all those months ago.
“Oh, baby,” he smirked. “You’re so cute. Don’t be nervous. Daddy will be gentle.” And then he burst out laughing. “About as gentle as a bear who hasn’t eaten in a few months.”
I kicked him in the shin and made a run for the door as fast as I could. I knew it would be locked before I even reached it but, at least, I knew for sure there was no possible way out. I jiggled the handle back and forth a few times before he managed to reach me.
“That was stupid,” he snarled, grabbing me around the waist and picking my entire body up off the floor. I started kicking and screaming as he carried me over to the sofa on the other side of the room. “Oh, I got a feisty one here.” He tossed my body down like a rag doll then pulled me toward him from the bottom of my legs. “That’s okay, the dirty ones always like it rough.”
I opened my mouth and scram as loud as I could, hoping that Ace or someone would hear and come to investigate. It was a long shot but just because Ace was cool with holding me here didn’t mean he would be cool with one of his brothers raping me in the next room.
But his words echoed in and out of my mind.
He would never turn his back on his brothers.
If this guy wanted to fuck me, Ace would probably let him.
And so I lost it, really lost it. Everything that I had been through in the last 24 hours came floating into my mind and I was crying so hard that I could barely see. “LET ME GO! LET ME GO!” I was screaming so loud that I felt my vocal cords starting to ache and bleed inside of me, but I didn’t care, I just wanted to go home.
Or to wherever Cutter was, which ever was possible first.
He held my legs apart and crushed his lips on top of mine, tasting me. I latched my teeth onto his tongue when he stuck it in my mouth and he pulled back, angry. “Bitch!” He pulled his fist back and punched me square in the middle of the jaw.
I’d never been hit by a man in my life, never been knocked out of it so bad that I could literally feel my ears ringing. Blood stormed my face and the guy pushed me further into the sofa. “Now, look what you’ve done, you’ve made a mess you fucking slob.”
“FUCK YOU!” I screamed. I couldn’t see anything because the smell of the blood was making everything kind of blurry but I kicked and fought anyway, mostly hitting air but once and a while I’d get a piece of him. “You’re dead! You hear me? Dead!”
It was a crazy assumption and statement but I didn’t care because a part of me, however, small and, however, deep it was buried, felt like Cutter might still care about me. And if Cutter cared about me, even a little, then he wouldn’t be okay with something like this.
He would want to kill him. Badly.
He laughed and grabbed me by the hair, swinging my body around and shoving my face into the cushion. “Turn the fuck around, I don’t wanna look at your bloody ass face while I tear that pussy apart.”
I tried to push my body back up but he had his hands on my back, holding me down firmly. I cursed myself over and over again for agreeing to help any of them, for getting involved with the brothers all that time again. It had just seemed like such easy money.
I felt so hopeless, so broken.
I closed my eyes and prayed.
Prayed that somehow, someway, I could get out of this.
He stuck his hands up my skirt, pulling my butt cheeks apart and inserting his fingers in my panties. “What do we have in here, huh? A tight little pussy that’s all ready for daddy?”
I cried out loudly. His fingers felt weird against my skin.
Cold and wet.
“Shut up,” he whispered, moving closer to me. “You know you want it.”
“No,” I shook my head. “No.”
He took me by the side of the head and smashed it into the wall. “Tell me, tell me how bad you want me to fuck you!” I refused again and he smacked my head against the concrete again. “Say it! Say you want the gift of my cock!”
I opened my mouth and even though the pain was so strong, I still couldn’t bring myself to say it. I couldn’t bring myself to give him the satisfaction, even if he ended up killing me for it.
“What the fuck is going on?” The voice sou
nded startled, shocked.
“Get out of here, Blaze,” the brother called out. “We’re just having some fun.” He shoved my body further behind him. “Shut the damn door unless you’re trying to catch a peek of my dick.”
Blaze. Blaze was in the room.
I somehow found an ounce of strength deep down inside of me. “Blaze!” I yelped. “Blaze! Help me! Please, help me!” I was sobbing so hard now that I could barely breathe.
“Shut the fuck up!” The brother growled.
“You shut the fuck up!” Blaze howled, his footsteps growing closer and closer to me. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He yanked the brother back off me and pushed him away from me.
“What’s your problem, man?” The brother demanded.
I turned over and locked eyes with Blaze, I was all bloody and beaten, looking like a battered old shoebox for the second time since he’d met me. Or was it the third? It seemed like everything was starting to blur together as one big horrific event in my head.
Blaze looked me up and down and concern immediately crept into his eyes. “Grace… Can you…I need you sit up for me, okay?” He leaned down and took my hand in his, pressing my back gently against the cold wall.
I winched at the contact.
“Hang in there, I’m going to get you some help.” Blaze glared at the mystery brother. “You must have fallen down and lost your god damn mind in the process.”
The brother rolled his eyes and buckled his pants up. “I don’t need a lecture, Blaze. She was here, we’re handing her over to the Misfits anyway, I thought I’d have a run on her first. Thanks for ruining my fun, though.”
Blaze sighed. “Do you have any idea what he’s going to do to you?”
The brother frowned. “Who?”
And then I heard him. Cutter.
My heart started to race.
He was talking to someone, laughing, and his voice was growing closer and closer. Ace entered the doorway first, a huge grin on his face until he looked at the scene around him.
“Brother, I’m telling you,” Cutter told him. “An AK-47 is the only way to go, using any other gun for a job like that is like signing a death wish. The trick is in the trigger pull…” he trailed off as he entered the room and took in his surroundings.
My bloody face and torn clothes. The tears that consumed my body combined with his brother’s loose clothing and the guilty expression on his face. Cutter glanced at Blaze but even Blaze couldn’t form any words.
Cutter clenched his fists into tiny balls. “Did he…?”
“No,” Blaze said sternly. “No, I got here in time.”
Cutter looked at me. “Are you okay, Grace?”
I nodded but even that took effort.
Cutter took his jacket off calmly, too calmly. It had almost felt eerie. And then he rolled the sleeves of his long gray shirt up to his elbows. There was a look in his eyes I had never seen before. I’d seen him pissed off, filled with rage but this was different… this was deeper than all that.
“What’s going on?” Ace asked. He looked back and forth between Cutter and Blaze. “I thought… I mean, isn’t she Misfit property?” He looked around the small room again, waiting for some kind of answers.
Blaze glanced at Cutter then just shook his head.
“Nope,” Cutter announced. “She’s my property.”
He was across the room within seconds. He wrapped his arms around my attackers neck and squeezed so tight that the color started to drain from his face. The brother was flapping his arms back and forth, trying to swing at Cutter’s face and get him to loosen his grip.
It was of little use. Cutter was either way stronger than him or just so filled with anger that no one would be able to match his adrenaline. The brother started gagging under his tight grip, gasping for breath as Cutter squeezed the life out of him.
Ace made a move toward Cutter but Blaze just shook his head and held him back. “Let him go,” he snapped. “That’s not your choice to make.” His eyes were locked on Cutter’s hands, he was holding on so tight that his knuckles were starting to turn white.
“He’s going to kill him!” Ace sounded frantic.
Blaze shot him a look. “Way about your rank.”
Ace looked at me like I should do something to stop what was happening but I was too exhausted to try and stop Cutter, too out of it from everything that had gone on. Was this my life now? Was I always going to be put in some kind of danger?
Cutter couldn’t save me every single time something went wrong…
The brother was practically blue my now, gurgling and begging with his eyes but Cutter didn’t notice, he looked emotionless like he was filled with a pain I’d never known existed before.
I knew death was near, I could see it in the brother’s eyes.
But then Cutter was being pulled off of him, thrown on the other side of the wall. The brother immediately started coughing and screeching, trying to allow the oxygen he’d been lacking back into his lungs.
The man who stood between the two of them was about twice Cutter’s age but still looked like he could have been his twin. Same exact intense eyes, same dark skin tone, and the same number of tattoos traveling up his defined chest and reaching the bottom of his neck.
“What is going on here?” he asked the room but he was looking at Cutter. “I leave you guys alone for less than an hour and a fucking brawl breaks out. It’s bad enough that we have to defend ourselves against our enemies but now we’re going to turn on our own brothers, too?”
I recognized his voice right away. He was the man who I’d heard when I had been hiding in the closet. Cutter’s father. He was even more intimidating in the flesh. I immediately shrank back into the corner of the sofa, praying that he wouldn’t turn his gaze on me.
Just the thought of it made me squirm.
No one would meet his eyes besides Cutter. “I don’t give a fuck.”
His father glanced at him. “Excuse me?” He moved closer to Cutter. “I depend on you to keep things under control when I can’t be here, I depend on you to make sure that everything is running smoothly and then I walk in on you choking one of your own brothers! What were you thinking?”
“I was thinking that I was going to kill him.”
Blaze let out a low whistle and looked away.
The room was silent, filled with so much anger and power that I was scared to even breathe. As my luck would have it a piece of blood decided to take that moment to drip off my forehead and into my mouth. I let out a small cough and tried to choke it down.
But it was no use.
Cutter’s father was already looking at me. He took in my bloody appearance as if he was just seeing me for the first time. He glanced back at the brother who tried to rape me. The color had just started to return to his face and realization finally dawned on the president’s face.
He turned around. “Ace, clean her up and get him out of my sight.”
He paused. “And no one come into the conference room, I need to talk to my son.”
He headed toward the door but Cutter stayed put, his eyes on me, unsure of if he wanted to leave me alone just yet. He was asking me with his gaze, wanting to know if I was too scared to be without him.
My heart felt like it was made of gold.
He still cared. He still wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
“Cutter,” his father called.
But Cutter still didn’t move.
Ace moved closer to him and put his hand on his should. “It’s okay, brother, I got her.” He glanced at Cutter’s father, clearly confused about what was happening or who was in the right. “I didn’t get it, but I do now.”
Cutter kept his gaze on me until I nodded.
I was okay. I knew Ace wouldn’t let anyone hurt me.
He was a loyal brother. And Cutter was his superior.
“I’ll be right next door, we won’t be long.” Cutter told Ace as he turned around and headed toward the door. “Blaze,”
he called. “Come on, my father wants to talk to us.”
Blaze looked at the brother who attacked me and he scurried out of the room, practically knocking into Cutter’s father as he shot past him in the doorway.
Then he followed Cutter. It didn’t occur to him to check with Cutter’s father, he was loyal to Cutter more than he was anyone else. And if Cutter wanted him there, he would be there.
“Sure,” Cutter’s father sighed. “Bring Blaze. Not like I’m not used to it.”
They both ignored his sarcasm and followed him out the door.
The heavy metal swung shut behind them, leaving Ace looking just as bewildered and taken aback by this whole thing as I felt. He turned and looked at me before shaking his head.
“Well, then, let’s get you cleaned up.”
Chapter Three
CUTTER
The door to the conference room swung shut and my father began pacing back and forth right away. “What have you gotten yourself into, son?” He moved back and forth in front of the long table we used for committee meetings. “What have you gotten yourself into with that girl?”
Blaze pulled out one of the chairs and sat down.
I balled my hands up so that my knuckles were popping out. It was hard to concentrate on anything else besides the piece of shit that was still alive one room over from me.
That and Grace.
He had tried to take a part of her that I hadn’t even had yet. He had tried to take a part of her no one was ever going to have beside me! He had tried to take a piece of my Grace, my sweet Grace.
I glanced at the door, considering going out there and shooting him in the head before I finished this conversation. “I want her,” I told my father, not taking my eyes off the door.
My father chuckled and clapped his hands together. “Well, would you look at that? Blaze, he wants her! Call in the motherfucking FBI because my son wants her and whatever my son wants he gets!”
Blaze chuckled but stopped when I shot him a nasty look.
“This isn’t high school, Cutter. You can’t just see a girl and decide you want to hook up with her. Go for a walk outside and find some other girl to mess around with, you have your fair share to choose from. This girl happens to be wanted by the Misfits and I’m not about to start a full on war just so my son can get his dick wet!” He was yelling now, talking to me like I was a child again.