Chapter 14 #2
“I save myself!” I snapped, losing patience and hoping he didn’t shoot me in the face. “With Liam, with Tristan, and anyone else you throw at me! Each time you try to tear me down, you only make me stronger!”
“You think that?” he bit out, lowering the gun for a second and making me think he was going to leave, but then he startled me as he yanked my legs off the bed and flipped me over, shoving my face down into the blankets.
Dread filled me as he grabbed my sweats and tugged them down my legs, putting his weight on me to stop me from escaping.
“Slash, stop. This isn’t funny,” I said sharply, trying to kick at him but I couldn’t.
“You’re fucking with my head!” he shouted, his fingers wrapping tightly around the back of my neck to hold me down, my entire body kicking into fight mode as I heard his zipper just before his cock brushed my thigh.
He wasn’t trying to scare me, he was past that. He wanted to hurt me, destroy me in the only way he’d seen was possible.
“Please,” I choked out, not caring about looking weak if it meant softening his mood enough to make him think clearly. I’d never seen him this mad before, and that was saying something.
I thought I was getting through to him when his grip released, turning my head to find his gun aimed at my face again.
“Roll over.”
“Slash—”
“Roll the fuck over, or God help me, Aurora. I’ll put a bullet in that pretty face before you can scream,” he warned, and I hesitated before doing as he’d asked. “Get naked.”
“You won’t—”
“Now!” he barked, pressing the barrel against my forehead so hard that it hurt.
A tear leaked from my eye without my permission as I sat up to pull my shirt off, exposing myself to him and watching as his eyes flickered with lust and hate.
He was completely dressed, other than his cock hanging out of his pants.
“I’ll blow you,” I begged, my hand shaking as I reached out to press it against his stomach, the muscles flexing under my palm. “Just don’t do this. If you don’t care about hurting me, think about how you’ll lose Skeet if you do this.”
I whimpered as he pressed the gun even harder against my head this time, more tears leaking as he replied. “I’ve already fucking lost him. You made sure of that, you filthy little cunt. Lie back and open your legs.”
I shook my head, swatting at his hands as he reached out to shove my legs apart further, but I put my hands up in surrender as he shoved the gun in my face again and removed the safety.
“You should’ve run when I told you to,” he warned, keeping the gun trained on me as he yanked me closer to the edge of the mattress.
The pain was instant as he shoved inside me without another word, and I tried hard not to cry out and give him the satisfaction of hurting me, but the sounds of pain left me anyway.
My fight instincts kicked in as I stopped caring about the gun at my head, hitting and kicking at him to try and make him stop, but he didn’t.
He was a man possessed by hatred, his only goal being to break me.
I fought harder, confusion hitting me when he tossed the gun aside and slipped a hand between us to tease my clit, his free hand moving to my throat to keep me in place as he leaned down and suddenly kissed me.
My hand smacked into the side of his head to try to push him back, his voice confusing me even more with how soft it was.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Killer.
I can’t get you out of my fucking head.” His fingers worked faster, my body enjoyed his touch even if I didn’t, and his anger seemed to leave as his thrusts became more controlled and gentle.
“Come for me.” I shook my head, his lips brushing mine.
“Donovan, give it to me. Be a good girl.”
My body heated, the tingles building as he worked me closer to orgasm, and I choked on a sob as I came hard, his lips finding mine again as he fucked me through it, a sense of awe in his voice. “Fuck, just like that. You feel so good.”
“Slash—” I forced out, intending on telling him to stop again but the words wouldn’t leave me.
“So good,” he repeated, his tongue teasing my lower lip, and this time, my mouth opened for him.
His hand moved from my throat to my leg, lifting it higher to try and get deeper, and he made a sound of annoyance before pushing me further up the bed so he could kneel on the mattress properly.
I hated him, but I wanted him. The pain and pleasure was riding a fine line, and it was the most confusing thing I’d ever felt.
This wasn’t like the other times where I felt sick with fear and they were only trying to hurt me. My fear had ebbed away to make room for something else, some kind of sick sense of enjoyment rising to the surface from him wanting me to feel good too.
I hooked a leg over his waist, my arms going around him to keep him close as our heavy breathing filled the room, muttered curses leaving his mouth between kisses as he ground into me.
He was going to make me come again, my body practically singing for him.
One of my hands tried to slip between us, but he snarled and slapped it away, giving me his fingers instead. My back arched as he got rougher again, his thrusts almost painful as he forced one more orgasm from me before grunting out his own release.
We didn’t move for a few moments, my brain trying to catch up on what the fuck had just happened, and I winced as he suddenly jerked back without warning.
“Fuck,” he spat, and I was surprised to find genuine panic on his face. “Fuck!” My mind got sick of fighting itself and I burst into tears, his face falling even more. “Donovan— Shit.”
I drew my knees up to my chest and sobbed harder, flinching as something crashed in the room and Slash cursed loudly again. He moved around the room for a second before my bedroom door slammed, and I looked up to find him gone, the shelf close by knocked over.
His Mustang tore out of the yard a moment later, my body shaking as reality set in.
The sheets were ruined, a mixture of our combined cum and my blood on them, and I winced as I sat up and got to shaky feet.
His gun was still on my bed, and I quickly put it in my bedside drawer and righted the shelf as if it would erase him being here, then I shoved my sweats and shirt on so I could drag the bedding down to the laundry room, wanting to wash away the evidence before anyone got home.
Slash
The anger I’d felt for Rory had completely vanished, guilt and regret taking its place. I hadn’t meant to touch her like that, I’d just been so damn angry after this morning’s encounter with Skeeter and Diesel that I snapped.
I was just supposed to threaten her with the gun and try to scare the shit out of her that way, but the second I saw her, something flipped inside me.
She was just one small woman, how the fuck did she have so much power over me?
I’d gone straight home, washing her scent off me and scrubbing my skin raw, but nothing could take back what I’d done. I wasn’t that person, I didn’t condone rape as a punishment like a lot of old crew rules had allowed, and disgust filled me at the thought of my own actions.
My brother was a cruel asshole who thrived off causing pain and fear through forcing himself on people as some kind of power-play, and I hated him for it.
How was I any different than him?
My stomach twisted, and I shut the water off and climbed from the shower, still not feeling clean. Not after I’d dirtied myself with the one thing I swore I’d never do.
I stared at myself in the mirror, my eyes catching on the scratches along my side. I closed my eyes, hating how images of her terrified eyes flashed through my mind.
What the fuck had I done?
I didn’t realize how much time had passed until Matteo’s name popped up on my phone with a text.
Matteo: Where’d you go? Skeet and D just got back.
The clock on my phone said it was two in the afternoon, and I blinked hard as if I’d read it wrong. I’d somehow lost hours in the day since getting home.
Slash: Just leaving my place. Be there soon.
Once I’d gotten dressed, I headed out to my car and drove towards the Shed, not paying attention as I drove on autopilot. I slammed on the brakes when I realized I was about to run over Skeeter in the yard, who was glaring at me.
“The fuck?” he demanded when I shoved open the door and climbed out, his brow creasing when I didn’t respond. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I’m fine,” I said as I waved him off, trying to push the guilt off my face.
Rory would tell him, I was surprised she hadn’t already called him, but I needed to keep the peace for a while longer.
The second he found out, my crew would tear itself apart from the inside out.
“Fine, don’t tell me,” he sighed, walking beside me as we entered the Shed.
“How’d it go?” I asked, lighting a cigarette to try and calm my emotions.
“No problems. What did you get up to? Have you calmed the fuck down?” he scoffed, giving me the side-eye. “Where were you? You must have had your fucking head in the clouds for you to almost run me over. It wasn’t on purpose, right?”
“Get your nose out of my shit and I’ll stop trying to punch it off your face,” I growled, moving towards the office while speaking over my shoulder. “You can deal with Hendricks tonight too.”
“No can do, I’m busy,” he answered bluntly, and I turned to face him, dragging on my cigarette as I glared at him.
“What do you mean you’re busy?”
Had Rory called him to swing past her place after he was done here?
“You haven’t spoken to Ty? He said he was going to call you about tonight,” he said slowly, confusing me more. Tyler had tried to call me a couple of times earlier, but I’d ignored him.
“No, why?”
“Party at his place, remember? He wants us to supply.”
“You’re brushing off business for a rich boy party?” I demanded, pausing when he rolled his eyes.
“Jesus, where the hell have you been hiding all day? Under a rock? It’s Rory’s birthday.
I know you’d rather she drops dead, so I’ll handle the drug business tonight so you don’t have to go.
I’m an asshole, but I’m not about to be the asshole who ruins her fucking birthday.
You only turn eighteen once. Besides, we make bank at their parties and you know it. ”
Her birthday. It was her eighteenth fucking birthday.
The good news was that Skeeter couldn’t ruin it even if he wanted to because I already had.
“It’s her birthday?” I asked slowly, and he threw his hands up in the air in defeat.
“It’s like talking to a brick wall.”
He walked off towards the bar to talk to Diesel, and I shut myself in the office to pull my phone out, dialing Rory’s number. It rang out twice before I cursed and jammed it back into my pocket, raking a hand through my hair.
What did I expect her to do? Answer and accept a fucking apology?
I swept everything off the top of my desk, flipping the desk over next when the anger continued to burn.
By the time my mood had simmered, I’d destroyed the entire office.
The door opened and Matteo stepped inside, frowning when he saw the chaos.
“What happened in here?”
“Nothing. What do you want?” I bit out, lighting a cigarette and flicking the ash on the floor since I couldn’t find where I’d thrown the ashtray.
“Skeet said Hendricks called and you might need someone to handle tonight’s meeting with the Reapers. Do you want me to go?”
I had to get my shit together, so I gritted my teeth. “We have fights tonight. I don’t have time for their bullshit.”
“Skeet said—”
“Jesus fucking Christ. Cancel the fights and we’ll deal with Hendricks. Samuel can come with us too,” I growled, getting frustrated.
“Do you think it’s a good idea that you go? Hendricks gets on your nerves on a good day, and you’re obviously—”
“I’m good. It’s my crew, so I’ll handle it,” I said firmly.
My phone rang, and I did well not to jump on it straight away. The chance of Rory calling me back was slim to fucking none, but I still had hope.
Seeing Hunter’s name on the screen just pissed me off, so I declined it and pocketed it again. Whatever bullshit he wanted to throw at me could wait.
“You good with Skeet and D ditching for that party?” he asked, eyeing me.
As much as I’d been annoyed about it, Skeeter was right and we made bank. They were some of our biggest clients.
“They’re not ditching. You know those boys pay us good, so if they want to handle the deal tonight, then they’re welcome to it.
Just means we can focus on this meeting with the Reapers and I don’t have to worry about Skeet getting trigger-happy and blowing the deal,” I scoffed, starting to pick things up to put the office back together again.
“I don’t want to go to their party anyway, so it’s doing me a favor. ”
“Donovan—”
“I don’t want to hear her name right now,” I snapped, hoping the guilt didn’t reflect on my face. “Let them do what they fucking want with her, I’m fucking over it.”
“Want help tidying up?”
“No. I want you to go and let Samuel know he’s coming with us tonight,” I sighed, putting the cigarette between my lips and bending down to right the desk, and he thankfully got the picture and left me alone.
How long would Skeeter be at the party before she told him what I’d done? Would he storm back here straight away? Maybe wait until tomorrow and come up with a plan to turn the crew against me?
It wouldn’t take much for some.
I wouldn’t put it past him to just kill me, and I’d probably just stand there and let him.