“Not yet,” she said, and he stopped walking, turned around, and stared down at her. She wore high heels, a skirt that hit her thighs midway, and a sleeveless white blouse. He eyed her over and narrowed his eyes at her as she stepped closer to him. She dropped her bag and then took his hands. He tightened up, but she pushed on despite how intimidated Slayer was and looked. She pulled his arms around her waist and placed his hands on her ass. She then slid her palms up his chest and held his gaze.
“I love you, Slayer. I love your cousins, too, and just so you know, I don’t want to learn these self-defense things. I don’t want to think about ever becoming a victim again. What I focus on, and what I want, is to stay safe in your arms, in your cousins’ arms, in your beds, right beside you where I know no one, nothing, can ever hurt me.”
He stared at her. She felt his palm slid along her ass and squeeze her snugger to him.
“I want that, too, and I love you, too. So much that it angers me you need to learn these things and be in a room and fight to defend yourself. That’s my job now and my cousins’ jobs.”
“I know, but it’s better to be prepared, sort of, instead of oblivious and unwilling to face the realities of life. It isn’t a bad thing.”
“How so? You’re sweet and beautiful and rolling around on the mats grappling. I don’t like it.”
“I think all of this. You guys making love to me, claiming me your woman and protecting me, as well as the classes here at the dojo and the training, have helped with lessening the panic attacks and building up my self-confidence. I was sort of a scaredy cat before I met all of you.”
“Sort of?” he teased and stroked her cheek. She blushed.
“You’ve taught me a lot, and each of you is so special to me. You’re my first and only lovers ever.”
“That we are, little virgin. No other men but my cousins and I, got it?”
“Oh yeah. Well, actually…I may need some convincing after work tonight.”
“Oh really?” he asked and gave her ass a smack. She hugged him tight and kissed his neck.
“What’s going on in here?” Ford asked opening the door.
“Make-out session. Come here,” she said to him. Ford whistled out to the lobby, and he closed the door and pulled her into his arms and kissed her tenderly. She felt the second set of hands on her hips from behind and then heard Turbo’s voice.
“I have the keys to the storage room,” he teased and suckled her neck and began to unzip her skirt. She pulled from Ford’s mouth.
“Turbo,” she reprimanded.
“We got the door first. Go,” Cobra ordered, and Turbo lifted her up over his shoulder and ran her down the corridor to what must be the storage room. Ford and Max followed.
“Lift that skirt, baby. We’re going to fill you up before work,” Turbo said and pulled off his shirt and started to unbutton his pants. She didn’t know how to respond, but then one look at Ford whipping his cock out and licking his lips, and she was game. “I love you guys, but you’re crazy.”
“Crazy about you,” he said and then pushed down her skirt and panties, lifted her up, and pressed her against the wall filling her pussy with cock. She exhaled and then moaned.
“So, I’m not the only one who gets aroused grappling with my men,” she said and gasped and Ford pumped harder and faster.
“Fuck no, baby, you sure as shit aren’t. In fact, I think we’re going to be using the mats at the house for a lot more than self-defense training,” Max stated.
“Oh yeah, I’m in,” Turbo said, and Essie chuckled, loving her men with all her heart and knowing that life didn’t get any better than this.
* * * *
“Don’t kill me. I said I’ll do it. I'll fucking do it,” Stewart said and rubbed his hands on his pants. This fucking guy dressed in camouflage pants and shirt showed up out of nowhere asking about him and Essie. Stewart knew instantly that this was the guy who hurt Essie. The one his cousins told him about. This was Stewart’s chance to save Essie, and to make her boyfriends look like assholes. If he did what this guy said and brought him to the office, then he could fight the guy, get the knife away, and save her life. Then she would want Stewart. It looked like his plan had come together on its own.
“You alert anyone to my presence, and you’re dead. I’ll slit your fucking throat,” he said.
“I won’t. I’ll cooperate,” Stewart said.
“Where’s the office and where is the key? I need to know who is in there with her.”
“It’s on Beach Road and an insurance agency. The back entrance is on Clover Street. I have the key on my keychain, and it leads to the back door and then her office is right there. She hides there, afraid to be out in the main offices.”
The guy narrowed his dark black eyes at him.
“Why?”
“Because she’s scared all the time and shy. Not around me, though. She talks to me.”
The guy cocked his head and looked him over. He brought the knife up to Stewart’s throat. “You fuck her?”
“No. No, man, no. We’re friends,” he stated.
“Where’s the fucking key?” he asked.
Stewart reached for the keys. “This one.”
“She’ll never be yours, Stewart. Never.”
Stewart gasped as the knife stuck into his side. The crazy bastard stabbed him. “No…but I helped you.”
“You want what’s mine, and anyone who tries to take her dies, too.” He grabbed Stewart as Stewart tried to move and he gripped his head and neck and snapped it.
* * * *
Essie was typing away on the computer in her office. Every so often, she would sigh and then chuckle at what happened at the dojo. Her men made love to her, well, fucked her actually, in the storage supply closet. Jesus, it was wild and so were they. So much such that she wound up completely naked, her ass spanked and fucked, and so sedated it took an additional shower and an espresso to get her to walk into work and face the full day ahead of her.
Jesus, she had it bad for them.
She thought she heard the back door open and close and figured that her boss was going out for a cigarette. So when the floor creaked, and she turned around, the last person she expected to see was Blade.
She shoved away from the desk and stood up. He stared at her.
“Essie,” he whispered as if he almost didn’t believe it was her. There was something in his eyes. Some lost expression that made her respond calmly.
“Blade, what are you doing in South Carolina?” she asked, her voice cracked. She tried to ease back toward the table and the cell phone. Could she call 911?
He stepped closer. Eyed her over and she saw the knife on his hip. She started to shake the closer he got to her.
“Essie, I need a copy of the McGuire contract,” Mo stated, coming into the room. Immediately, Blade grabbed him and shoved him up against the wall. She reached for the phone as she screamed. She hit the autodial for Cobra and then dropped the phone on the desk to grab Blade’s arm.
“Blade, don’t. Please, Blade,” she begged of him.
Mo started to slide down the wall, his eyes wide and scared. Blade had him by the throat.
“No, Blade, please. I’ll do whatever you want. Don’t hurt my boss. He’s a nice man. Let him go, please,” she begged as she held on to the arm that held Mo by the throat. He looked at her.
“You’ll leave with me now?”
“Yes. Yes, just don’t hurt him or anyone else. Please,” she pleaded.
He released Mo and Mo fell to the rug coughing. She bent down and caressed his hair. “I’m sorry, Mo.” She screamed out as Blade grabbed her and pulled her up. “Come now,” he demanded.
“No. Don’t take her. Don’t.” Blade pulled out his knife. She screamed. “Don’t, Blade.” She put herself in front of Mo. Blade was breathing through his nostrils hard, and they flared out, and his eyes looked crazed and red-rimmed.
“Please, Blade. Let’s go. Just you and I and we can talk,” she s
aid to him. She was shaking so hard. Blade pulled her along with him and out the back door.
There was a truck there, and he got her into it and then gripped her hair. “Don’t try to escape, Essie. Don’t do it. I won’t be able to handle it, Essie. I’m already on edge,” he said to her. She saw the blood on his shirt. Had he killed someone already? Had he hurt one of her men? She felt the tears spill from her eyes, then heard screaming by the back door. Mo had her cell phone, and Terry was crying. Blade stepped on the gas and then held her hand with one firm hand and didn’t let go. He sped through town, and she prayed that her men would find her before he took somewhere and finished what he started months ago.
* * * *
“We need to get to Essie. Call Slayer now. He’s in town. Blade is in town,” Steel said to Darius as they discovered Stewart dead in his house.
“Slayer, Blade is in town. You need to get to Essie and let her know now,” Darius told him over the phone.
“What the fuck do you mean in town? How the hell do you know?”
“He killed Stewart. He stabbed him and broke his neck.”
“Wait, hold on a minute. We’re getting a call from Essie now,” Slayer told him, and he listened.
“Jesus, he’s there. She somehow dialed Cobra’s number. We’re in the trucks and heading that way.”
“We’ll meet you.” As Steel and Darius got into their cruisers, they heard the 911 radio call go off and about Essie being abducted and Mo getting hurt. They got the description of the vehicle and Darius called Ford and gave him the license plate description and direction the truck was headed.
“Get to her, guys, before that fucking psycho kills her,” Darius said aloud as Steel sped toward the highway and the last place they spotted the truck heading.
* * * *
“We have to get to her fast, or he’ll kill her. He’ll slit her fucking throat or break her neck like he did to Stewart,” Cobra stated.
“He can’t get that far. The police are already responding. State police will block the roadways. The only way for him to head was the side roads,” Ford stated. Just then Darius called again.
“Lake Side Road near the campsite. He’s headed there. You guys should be the closest,” Darius told them.
“It’s up around the bend. We’ll get there in time. We have to,” Max yelled. Cobra sped up and took the turn super fast. They saw nothing but three different roads leading up to separate campsites. Cobra stopped the truck. “Which fucking way do we go? Which one? If we choose wrong, then what?” he yelled and banged the steering wheel. The sound of tires squealing came up behind them. Darius and Steel in one car and several state police cars.
“We don’t know which road,” he yelled out the window.
“We split up. Don’t worry, we’ll find her,” Darius said and then gunned up the road to the left. The other trooper cars went to the right and Cobra and the others headed up the middle road.
“I got a bad fucking feeling,” Turbo said and got his weapon ready.
“Just be fucking ready to take a shot if need be. We have to be careful,” Slayer said and then Cobra slowed the truck down the further up the road they headed. They were passing small cabins and cottages. They looked for any signs of the vehicle or tire marks, anything. Darius radioed in.
“The roads meet up at the top. One of the troopers comes up here often for fishing. No matter what, we’ll meet up.”
“Okay, keep a look out for the truck. There are lots of hidden drives and homes.”
Cobra told him.
“Got it.”
* * * *
“Let go of me. It’s over. The police are coming for you, Blade, just give it up,” she said to him as he dragged her from the truck and along the path to a cabin. He had a shotgun, ammo, and led her through the trees and a small path, then to a cabin. It was way back from the road. She was so scared, but if the police, if her men didn’t come quickly, they may not find her, or by the time they figured out which cabin she could be dead. She needed to think, to help them find her.
She felt her ankle slightly twist and she nearly lost her high heel. The thought hit her hard as she let the heel fall off and pretended to still walk with both, then discarded the other the closer they got to the cabin. Hopefully, they would find her heels.
He got to the door and opened it, then shoved her inside.
“Sit down. There.” He pointed to a chair in the center of the room. She didn’t move, and he was in her face, gripping her shoulders hard. The man was as big and tall as Slayer. Had a more intense, dangerous look in his eyes, and she felt like he wasn’t human.
“Why are you doing this, Blade? What is it that you want?” she asked him and he pushed her into the chair. He pointed at her.
“You,” he said firmly.
“Don’t move,” he stated. She watched him undo the duffel bag and place different guns on the floor and by the window. He was going to hold her hostage and take out anyone who approached the cabin. He would kill her men, the police, anyone who tried to help her.
She didn’t know what to say or do. She watched him as he paced then took a deep breath and released it. He turned and looked at her. This was the man who attacked her one night and put her in the hospital for weeks. The man who placed cameras around her apartment without her knowing and watched her. She shivered as he walked closer and looked at her body. He was the man who broke into her car, her apartment and promised to find her.
He stood right next to her and when he reached out, she clenched her eyes closed and waited to feel the strike. It didn’t come. Instead, he stroked her skin.
“So soft, beautiful,” he whispered, and she blinked her eyes open and stared up at him. Blade had dark black eyes, long, dark black hair that looked greasy like he hadn’t showered or gotten a haircut in a long time. His eyes were rimmed red, and his hands shook slightly.
He continued to caress her cheek and then slid his palm down her arm, his knuckles grazed her breast, and she shuddered and pulled to the side and away from him.
He paused, narrowed his eyes at her and squinted.
“Where to begin,” he said and then lowered down as if he would kiss her.
“Get away from me,” she stated. He paused and eased back.
“I know I screwed up the first time. I’m making that all up to you.”
“You mean trying to kill me? Leaving me for dead? Hospitalized for weeks?” she rambled.
“I wasn’t right then. I let my mind win over what was really happening. Not this time,” he said and gripped her chin, lowered his mouth to hers, and kissed her. She pushed against his chest, and he straddled her on the seat. He squeezed his thighs against her where she couldn’t move, and she tried striking his body, but he was made of steel. The fear, the terror that she didn’t stand a chance, came crashing over her body.
He released her lips and then grabbed her hands, pulling them behind her back. He held them with one hand as she cried out in pain, her shoulders feeling like they’d snapped. He used his other hand to undo the top two buttons on her top. Tears spilled from her eyes. “Don’t do it. Don’t touch me.” She begged that he wouldn’t rape her.
“I want to see what belongs to me. What I was forced to watch from a distance as you slept, as you showered, and dressed and undressed,” he told her, staring at her lips as he undid the next three buttons. Her full breasts emerged in the lace bra, and she felt the tears continue to roll down her over her breasts.
“Don’t cry, Essie. We’re meant for one another. I’m going to protect you from all the men who want to hurt you.”
He lowered his mouth to her cleavage where the tears had fallen, and he licked her there. She shuddered. He continued to suckle her skin, move along her throat, and then to her lips.
“Stop. I don’t want this,” she said to him. He gripped her wrists tighter and lifted up.
Cupping her cheek with his free hand, he stroked her jaw with his thumb.
She stared at him and felt he w
as lost in thought. She wouldn’t stand a power war with this monster, so she had to think out of the box.
“Why did you choose me that night at the club?” she asked him. He blinked his eyes and then released her chin.
“You’re special, Essie. Not some whore, or tramp looking for a good time. You didn’t belong there, not alone and not with those girls you called friends. I bet you didn’t know that they were jealous of you.” She swallowed hard. He smirked and nodded, then continued to touch her skin. He ran a palm along her arm and to her breast.
“They approached me and told me they would accept a date. Said you were a prude,” he told her and then lowered down, licked his lips, and slid his tongue into the cup of her bra. She pulled from his hold and shoved at him hard. She stood up, and he reached for her. She reacted and slapped him across the face. He countered with a strike to her jaw, sending her onto her back on the floor.
He reached for her, pulled her up and against him, then slammed her back against the wall with her straddling his hips. She cried out, and he gripped her head and slammed it back against the wall, stunning her. Her vision blurred, and she slapped and clawed at his face and chest. Then they heard the creak of the floorboard outside, and he dropped her to the floor, ran for the shotgun, and fired through the wood. She heard the roar of pain. She didn’t know who it was.
Cobra? Slayer? Ford? Max? Turbo? Oh God. She lay on the floor, head aching, lips bleeding, and jaw aching badly. He was going to kill anyone who came close. She couldn’t let her men die. Let innocent people die trying to save her. She could hear the commotion. They were pulling away whoever was shot.
“Give yourself up. It’s over,” she said and tried sitting up. The pain in her head and her back was excruciating. She could feel the bruises form on her shoulders and spine. Blade had shoved her so hard against the wall.
She looked at him. He seemed crazed, wild, and she was beginning to think this cabin would be her grave.
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