SUN
The next few days blur into one long stretch of constant, unrelenting pain.
Anzo seems even more pissed than he was in the beginning. Sometimes he beats us for no reason at all, sometimes we’re left hanging from our hooks for hours. If it weren’t for Summer and his weird power, I don’t think I’d still be alive.
As for the fucking, Anzo makes us switch off every day. One day it’s me, the next it’s Summer.
Sometimes we both have to stay while he forces Summer to fuck him.
I catch myself wondering how the hell Anzo is still so clueless about how we manage to stay hard for him. There’s no way he actually thinks this situation turns us on. And yet we keep doing it for him. Despite the bruises, the shocks, the beatings.
Maybe in his arrogance, he really believes we like it.
Summer does the same trick on himself. He stiffens his cock with this ability, the difference is, when I fuck Anzo, I don’t hold back.
I slam into him with everything I’ve got.
Summer, though… he does it like a robot.
In and out, back and forth, mechanical as hell.
It always takes Anzo forever to come when it’s Summer.
Sometimes it just pisses him off, how long it takes, so when he’s done, he stands up, winds up, and punches Summer in the face like it’s some kind of punishment. But if he thinks that’ll make Summer more enthusiastic, he’s clearly not thinking straight.
With every passing day, this whole situation gets sicker and more twisted. I don’t understand what Anzo finds so exciting about it. He doesn’t have any real connection with us, outside of the hours we spend in the black room, there’s nothing.
There are just the weird, fake ‘family’ dinners… then a few hours locked in our room with no phones, no laptops, not even a goddamn book to read. Then another meal.
Then I go out into the garden, where Ragnar’s waiting for me in the gazebo, and he gives me the one moment of peace I have in this whole fucked-up life.
We talk for a bit each day, not long, neither of us should spend too much time with the other, but I’m always surprised how easily we click. We’re totally vibing. I look forward to those talks more than anything. They’ve become my only oasis in this goddamn desert of despair.
***
Every morning I wake up, I spend some time gloomily brooding.
I think it’s the third week I’ve been here… or maybe we’re heading into the fourth? And the awareness is starting to creep in: the clock’s ticking. I probably have until mid-September. If I don’t show up at school by then, my parents will report me missing, and Anzo will have to make a move.
Either return me, or get rid of me.
I have no idea what he’s planning. He doesn’t talk to me, he just wants me to fuck him hard, and that’s it. But he could get any other pretty boy to do that. One that doesn’t piss him off that much.
All of a sudden, a noise makes me sit up on my bed, alert.
I look out the window and see two black jeeps coming in through the passageway that connects the inner garden to the outside world.
A group of men steps out. They look like FBI agents, but I’m sure they’re not. The whole group heads straight into the main hall of the fortress.
I’m dying to know what’s going on and who those men are, so I decide to take a risk. I get dressed quickly and head downstairs.
I know the hallways are full of cameras, so I can’t just stop and eavesdrop, especially not near the dining hall or the living room.
Just as I’m getting close to the first door, it swings open and two men I don’t recognize walk out. They don’t see me, since they’re heading in the opposite direction. I follow about twenty feet behind, trying to look like I’m just walking toward the garden’s side entrance.
That’s when I catch a quick exchange between them:
"Danielson didn’t send the full plan. The little fucker doesn’t even tell him everything, so we’ll have to wing it a bit."
"If this goes wrong, Anzo’s gonna lose it. He’s really invested in this op. If it’s another failure, he’ll tear us apart."
"That little bug has unbelievable luck, gotta give him that. He’s already managed to survive a few assassination attempts."
"Maybe he’ll run out of luck. But to be honest, Danielson’s intel really sucks. That might be part of the problem."
Two guys open a door and slip inside, shutting it behind them, and just then, I hear footsteps behind me. I turn around and nearly crash straight into Rocco.
Fucking hell.
My heart jumps into my throat. I’ve just been caught wandering around and eavesdropping on Anzo’s soldiers. And whatever they were discussing sounded like a plan, maybe an op—an assassination? I have no clue.
Still, I try to play it cool, innocent even, with a hint of attitude.
"Look what little birdie got himself lost," Rocco says, stepping into my space. I’ve got nowhere to back up. My shoulders hit the hallway wall.
"Was birdie listening to things he shouldn’t?"
"I have no idea what the fuck you’re talkin' about, Rocco. I came out for some fresh air. I don’t know who those guys are or what your problem is."
"Sure you don’t. You’re always so fucking innocent, huh? Not this time, sweetheart."
Then he grabs me hard by the arm, shoves open the nearest door, and drags me inside. I fight him off with everything I’ve got, but it’s no use.
We’re about the same height, he’s maybe a little taller, but I’m eighteen. He’s in his thirties. He’s got experience. And intense combat training too.
He slams the door shut behind us, and that’s when I know I’m fucked. Bad.
He wraps an arm around my waist and yanks me against him. His lips goes straight for my neck gland, I scream, but his hand clamps down over my mouth.
"Shut the fuck up, bitch."
The place’s probably some kind of guest room, small, plain, with a bunk under the window. Maybe a guard sleeps here. Rocco’s hands are rough and fast, groping me like I’m just a body, and my stomach twists so hard I nearly throw up.
I jerk sideways, push off the wall and try to slip out of his grip, but it’s useless. He catches me and slams me down onto the bunk.
But I’m not going down that easy.
I kick him—hard—as hard as I can, aiming for his crotch, but I miss. I hit the inside of his thigh. He hisses in pain, then…
I feel the punch. Right in my side, maybe my liver, I don’t know. The pain’s so sharp it knocks the air out of me. My vision goes black around the edges. My body just quits.
I hear him unzip.
Then he grabs my hair and yanks me off the bed, dropping me to the floor. I land sitting next to the bunk, my head slumped against the edge.
And then I hear it. Click. Metal. Rocco’s pulls a gun and loads a round.
"You’re gonna give me the deepest fucking blowjob of your life, or I’ll blow that little brain of yours all over the wall. Then I’ll tell Anzo you were spying."
My stomach flips. His dick is right there, out of his fly, inches from my face. I try to turn away but his other hand grabs a fistful of my hair and forces my head back up.
"Open your damn mouth, slut, or your brains decorate the wallpaper."
I panic. My mind latches onto one thought, get a message to Anzo.
Then it dawns on me. I raise my hands and grab at the collar around my neck.
I put everything I’ve got into trying to break the clasp: desperation, rage, raw strength.
Like every alpha, I’ve got brute power. I hear a faint metallic creak.
The clasp doesn’t snap, but I know Anzo’s got a short-range link to this collar, mine and Summer’s.
He’ll feel that I’m trying to tear it off.
Rocco doesn’t notice. His dick is still pressed to my lips, but I stubbornly keep them shut.
"Don’t test me, boy." The gun taps against my temple.
"Please," I whisper, jaw clenched. "Please don’t do this."
Rocco leans in, breath hot.
"You think just ‘cause you belong to Anzo I won't fuck you in the end? You think you can walk out of The Sun without giving me a taste of your ass? Think again."
"There’s no way Anzo would let you—" I spit. "He’s your boss. You owe him some fucking loyalty!"
"You don’t know shit about me and Anzo," he growls. "You have no idea how this works."
But he doesn’t get to finish.
The door swings open—and Anzo steps inside.
Dear Fate. Thank fuck.
His eyes go straight to Rocco’s dick, still out, still aimed at my mouth.
A short pause. And then Anzo says something I did not expect.
"Was Sun trying to seduce you?"
What? What the fuck?
I can’t believe he just asked that. Like I’m the problem! Like he’s giving Rocco an out. Unfuckingbelievable.
Rocco straightens up, face sour, zipping his pants.
"Yeah. Little slut’s been coming on to me since day one."
"You lying piece of—!" I shout, but then—
Pain. Electricity. My whole body seizes.
And—
Darkness.