Chapter 48 Olly #2
"I did warn you, Olivia, more than once, that there would be consequences to your actions.
You reap what you sow, daughter, and it's now time to pay up for what you've done.
" What I've done? I'm so confused. Is he talking about Jacob, or me fighting and humiliating Cross and his friends?
He can't be doing this just ‘cause I slept with Sim, can he? “I’m disappointed in you, Olivia. We could have been a family, but you had to ruin it with your violent ways.”
A high-pitched noise catches my attention, and I force myself to look away from my stepfather and to the shadowed side.
Without the bright lights, I would never have noticed a second person, closer to the metal wall, strapped to another chair.
It's a large male, but his face is so covered in blood, and swelling, that there's no way for me to tell who he is from this angle.
For a moment, I worry it's one of the guys, but the body size is wrong, and doesn't fit any of their physiques.
"Who... is... that," I croak, my lips dry and cracking with my efforts, until I can taste a hint of copper.
The same large man chuckles, as if my question amuses him.
"Surely, girl, you recognize my useless son, after all, you've caused me so much trouble because of him.
" What? What son? Who is that? Dread slides up and down my spine, and I'm no longer sure I want to know the answer.
I wiggle in the chair, desperately trying to loosen the restraints, and my actions receive a raised eyebrow from Gerald, who watches me intently as I struggle.
"Let... me... go," a pained voice begs from the other chair, and I instantly recognize it as Jacob Rawdon's.
"You see, Olivia, with your mission to destroy Jacob here, you've caused Governor Rawdon a lot of trouble.
I'm not saying your actions were unwarranted, but that can't continue.
We can't allow you to stir up messes, and bring to light things that are best left in the dark, and forgotten.
" Gerald reaches out and swipes at the blood on my lip, wiping it on my pants as if somehow the sight of it offends him.
"He raped... me. Drugged and raped... me and Cheyanne." A tear makes its way down my cheek from the corner of my eye. For a second, Gerald's eyes soften, and a tiny ember of hope lights in my chest, but it's quickly dashed out.
"I know, Olivia. I've known since before you stepped into Soule.
I did my homework before marrying your gold-digging mother.
I know what happened to you and your best friend, Cheyanne.
" His fingers cradle my chin gently, as if he were soothing a small child.
"I know you attempted to get justice, and the police refused to proceed with charges, citing lack of evidence, thanks to his father’s influence, and I know your friend took her own life over it.
While I'm sorry all of this happened to you, and for the pain you've suffered, I can't, however, allow you to keep making trouble for the Governor, or Mayhem.
You can rest assured, daughter, that Jacob here will now pay for his many crimes, and where he's going, he won't ever be able to hurt anyone ever again. "
"NO! LET ME GO! PLEASE, DAD, PLEASE!" Jacob's shouts are getting louder as he tries to battle his restraints, but it's useless; they're just as tight as my own.
Neither of us are leaving this place unless these two men dictate it.
My glance slides back to my stepfather as he rises to his full height, and any sign of compassion I thought I had witnessed seems like an apparition.
I try to process what Gerald is telling me.
He says that Jacob is going to pay for his crimes, but how and why would his father allow that?
Jacob is his only son. Is he going to permit Gerald to hurt him further?
What are they going to do to me? I have to get out of here, and away from both of these monsters.
"I see all the questions running through that pretty head of yours, girl.
It's a shame we weren't able to get properly acquainted before tonight.
I could have enjoyed playing with you for a while.
" Governor Rawdon strokes his fat fingers down the side of my face, and I instantly flinch away with disgust, only to earn a backhand across my face at my actions, that fills my mouth with blood.
"Perhaps it's better this way, my son tells me you were a terrible fuck anyway. "
"Boss, the ships are ready to load the containers.
We have to move them now." A large man in all black moves forward toward Gerald, and spares a quick glance my way.
I instantly recognize the body, clothing, and the hazel eyes.
This was the asshole with the gun on campus who drugged me.
At least now I can see his face, not that it does me any good at the moment.
Governor Rawdon claps his hands together like some depraved, menacing child, and excitement lines his ruddy face, flushing it scarlet.
"Ah, good, Morell, finally this mess can be put to rest. Now I get to be rid of both of you at once.
You see, Olivia, you're about to spend the rest of your miserable days as what you truly are, and were always meant to be, a whore servicing anyone with a few coins in their pockets to pay.
You'll wish you had forgotten ever meeting my son, and trying to avenge yourself.
As for him, don't worry, he'll be sent to the fighting pits in Asia, where I doubt he'll live very long.
Either way, neither of you will be able to destroy my career, or ability to one day run for the presidency.
" No, fuck, he's going to sell me as a sex slave.
I would rather they shot me in the head here and now.
"Kill me now, do it! You're just as weak and pathetic as your disgusting, immoral son!
" I seethe between my clenched teeth, hawking up spit, and launching it at him in the hopes of provoking him into killing me.
Gerald uses his hand in the middle of the Governor's chest, to hold him back from coming at me and granting my wish.
"Gross, he's pissed himself," the large gunman named Morell scowls as he stares at Jacob, and shakes his head in disgust. I try to get a better look at his features, and something about them seems familiar.
Then, like a bolt of electricity, I realize: Morell is not his first name, it's his last. This man is somehow related to that psycho, Damon.
"Dad, no, please! I'll do anything, I'll be good, I promise!
" Jacob begs, and even I'm becoming annoyed with his whiny, terrified voice, and the stench of urine that's now reaching me.
Like shit, dude, I'm about to be given to human traffickers and made into a sex slave, you don't hear me fucking whining.
At the realization of my fate, my stomach drops, and more tears slide down my face.
This can't be happening, this can't be my destiny after everything that I've gone through.
"Why? Just tell me why you're doing this?" I demand as rage fires through my veins, and I struggle against the chains, wishing I could kill all of them.
"Mayhem has an agreement with the Governor.
He allows our guns and drugs to enter at the port, and make their way across the country through our distribution channels.
He warns us of any possible actions from law enforcement, and we generously fund his campaigns, supply him with whores, and drugs, and clean up his messes," Gerald replies.
"I... It’s… it’s done. I won't cause any more trouble. I'll disappear. You'll never see me again, please! Please don't do this!" I beg, even though everything in me despises my weakness.
"It's too late for that now, Olivia. Too much damage has been wrought, and now we have to cut out the problem, like one does a festering wound or a useless limb.
To the public, Jacob will die in an unfortunate suicide in his home, and his remains will be charred and unrecognizable, from the fire he set in guilt for what he did to you, and all those girls who are now coming forward.
The Governor will condemn him, while praising the victims, and use that platform to gain voters' respect and sympathy.
You, my tempestuous stepdaughter, will disappear, having destroyed your abuser, for a quiet life abroad where no one knows you.
" A charming smile breaks across his face, and I can see that he's enjoying this moment.
"Don't worry, Olivia, I'll take care of your mother.
Well, at least until she starts aging, then who knows, she might join you in your fate.
" He's a demon, and my stupid, oblivious mom doesn't see it.
"No! What about your son, his friends, and Sim? They’ll look for me, and they won't believe that I just ran away after ruining Jacob.
" I try to reason with him, knowing full well that I don't have anything else to cling to.
I'm right, aren't I? They will look for me.
Cross is not stupid; he'll see right through his father.
The question is, will he care? Sim won't believe any of this.
He has to know that I wouldn't just flee without saying goodbye to him, right?
The truth is staring me right in the face, and it forces a stone to lodge in my throat, as I swallow my whimpers of fear.
They won't look for me, none of them. I haven't given any of them a reason to.
Their infatuation with me will last only until the next hot piece of ass crosses their paths, and then I'll be forgotten, a memory of a violent girl with purple hair that once held their attention.
No one is going to look for me, not even my mom, if Gerald spins the story correctly.
She'll be relieved that I'm gone, and not ruining her chance at a new life.
Gerald leans forward, grabbing a fistful of my tangled hair, and forcing me to meet his gaze. “Cross will be relieved, Olivia, he hates you. No one is going to look for you, no one cares about a slut like you.” He releases his grip with disgust and turns away from me.
"Give him more of the drugs, gag him, and throw him the container heading to Singapore," Gerald instructs, before staring in my direction once more.
"Gag her, make sure her bindings are tight, and throw her in the container with the other women heading to Romania.
" Morell instantly moves forward, signalling to two men who were hiding in the shadows, and they approach Jacob.
One stabs him in the neck with a large syringe, and then they lift him and the chair, and move out of eyesight, Jacob sobbing all the while.
Then he's gone, and I can't even hear his cries anymore.
Morell moves forward once again, his hand reaching out and pulling strands of my hair through his fingers.
"I heard my son has a fascination with you.
He calls you an unhinged princess, apparently.
I can't say I fault him, you're a looker for sure.
It's too bad he won't get to play with you anymore.
" He leans forward, his warm, minty breath crossing my cheek.
"Don't worry, I'll give him your goodbyes, and I'll be seeing you soon, princess, when I come check on our merchandise.
Who knows, if you're still alive, I might even get a taste of you.
" His tongue lashes out, and he licks at the tears on my cheek, and I gag, choking on vomit.
"Leave her alone, Morell. We don't want her pissing herself before she gets in the container.
Throw her in and let's move on. We have crates of drugs still to move tonight.
" Gerald dismisses me with one last look, and walks out of the space without a glance backward, with the corrupt governor at his side.
"Come on, unhinged princess, your carriage and new life await.
" Morell laughs as he sucker punches me in the face, and I feel my nose crunch as blood pours over my mouth.
Darkness slides over me like a blessing, as I lose consciousness.
My last thought is that I should never have come to Soule. I've lost everything.
It's true what they say: when seeking revenge, dig two graves.
The end