Chapter 8
KAYLA
When I got home from school a few hours ago, Chris followed me, his SUV sitting right outside across the street.
He didn’t say a word to me after I left school, but he was one step behind at every moment. Like my personal shadow.
I wouldn’t be surprised if he planted a tracker in my car, probably somewhere I’ll never find it.
Pressing a few keys on my laptop, I check the latest updates on the sex registry, investigating all the new ex-cons who may have moved into the neighborhood.
Clicking a few more keys, I find one.
Fred Avon.
Five-nine. Bald. And only lives a few blocks away…
From the looks of him, he appears nice. Safe.
But he’s not.
Imprisoned for thirty years.
Sexual abuse in the first degree, it says. The victim was only five years old. He was twenty-five at the time.
Nausea swims up my throat.
A quick search reveals that he also lives alone.
I flinch at the thought of how badly he traumatized that girl. What she had to go through, live with.
I have to do something. I have to make him hurt! It isn’t fair that he’s out. He should be rotting away in prison.
But what can I do?
I continue to stare into his eyes, now somehow appearing colder than they were a moment ago. And I know instantly. I know what I have to do.
I don’t know if it’ll work. Or how I’ll even accomplish it with Chris watching. But I have to try. I can’t let men like that get away with it.
Closing my laptop, I head for my bedroom, and as I flip the light on, I make out something on my comforter.
A single white lily and a note beside it.
But that’s not all. There’s a small, square brown box there too.
Fear claps around my throat and my breathing turns fast and shallow.
With unsteady footfalls, I creep closer, my fingers reaching for the box first. As I peer inside it, I let out a harsh exhale. All I find is a bunch of cleaning supplies and a pack of fifty gloves.
But it’s then I realize… Those are the same exact gloves I gave to the masked stalker the night he helped me get rid of the body.
“What the…”
Quickly, I grab the note and read it.
Happy early birthday. I thought it was only fitting I leave you a little gift. I know how dirty you can be. By the way, you looked pretty in class today. I like it when you wear your hair down. Makes me want to run my fingers through it. And I hate that you make me feel those things.
See you soon, little wolf. Don’t get too hungry without me.
-A
My heart hammers. He saw me in class? He likes my hair?
He knows when my birthday is?
Oh my God. He really is stalking me.
I don’t like to feel those things…
Neither do I.
But I feel something for him, no matter how depraved it may be, no matter how hard it may be to describe. He brings something out in me.
My lungs grow heavy, and I keep staring at the note. I knew he was watching. Knew he was there at school the whole time. But where?
The fact that he’s been inside my room thrills me.
Will he come inside my house again? While I’m asleep? Why does that excite me so much?
I start to wonder what his name is. But at least I can call him A until he trusts me with his full name.
Getting the box off my bed, I bring it into the bathroom and put the cleaning supplies away. Then I get a small plastic vase from my cabinet and fill it with water.
Bringing it to my room, I slip the lily inside and place it on the nightstand beside me. I want him to know I kept it. That I love it. That it makes me happy just to look at it.
Before I head to sleep, I peer out the window, hoping to see him, but all I find there is Chris, still in his car.
A has to be out there.
I know he’s somewhere close.
I know he’s always watching.
I want him to.
One large hand grips both of my wrists above my head, my eyes bound, the smell of his cologne invading my nostrils.
I lie there in nothing but a long t-shirt and a thong.
“Take off her panties,” one man says to another.
I know that voice. I’ve heard it before. I know it’s him. A.
I grind my hips against the soft mattress, anticipating his touch, my toes curling as hands on my panties cause my entire body to tingle.
“Mmm, look how pretty she is…” the other one groans, and it sounds like Chris.
But how can that be? Why are they together?
My heart pounds.
Someone runs the tip of their finger down my wet and warm slit.
“Come on, little wolf, spread those legs for us. Let us see how pink and pretty that pussy is. Promise we’ll make it feel good.”
I immediately obey, opening wide, wanting their hands, their bodies everywhere. Wanting to feel them both inside me at the same time.
Whore.
But I ignore the voice in my head, focusing on the sensations they’re igniting within me.
Cold metal prickles my belly button, and I wince.
“What is that?” I whisper, and someone grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks with a growl.
“Something to tear the rest of those clothes off, baby.” Chris’s deep, seductive voice makes me ache. “We want to see every stunning inch of you.”
My shirt is being torn, like they’re slicing it with a knife or a pair of scissors. I’m not even scared. I want more.
“Please touch me,” I beg with a heady moan. “I need…”
“Need what?” A groans.
Oh my God. What is happening?
But I don’t have time to think about it when one of them flicks my clit and my back bows, the sounds coming out of me loud and wanton. I don’t even know which one of them just did that. I’m shrouded in utter darkness.
“Who should be the first to taste you, little wolf?”
Sensations explode through my core as a finger continues to torture my pussy.
“Should it be me?” Chris sucks my earlobe while one of them fondles me, refusing to slip his finger inside me.
Is that A? Oh, God, I want it to be him. I want him to touch me.
I’m so turned on. I know they can both see it and feel it. But I don’t care. I’m too far gone to worry about that.
Fingers pinch my nipple, and I gasp and whimper, my teeth snapping around the edge of my bottom lip, the feeling so erotic it makes me twist and writhe in ecstasy. I’ve never once felt anything like this before.
A mouth is on my nipple now while someone else continues to touch my clit, two fingers stroking it. The sensation is so addicting, I’m ready to explode.
“Look at her. She’s such a slutty thing, making a mess of the bed, wanting both of our cocks in this tight little hole.”
He penetrates me just a little, and I beg and plead.
“Please, please don’t stop.”
One man groans around my other nipple and teases it with his teeth, biting it just enough to send a zap to my core, already on overdrive.
I’m theirs. Both of theirs. I wanted this. Fantasized about it, even. Now it’s really happening.
“Does baby girl need to come?” Chris husks around my ear. “Do you want it?”
I nod. “I need it. Please. I want both of you.”
“Fuck,” A growls.
And the next thing I feel is the heat of his mouth around my throbbing pussy, his tongue flicking so quickly, it’s like I’m being transcended to another space and time.
“Open her mouth. Put your cock inside it,” A tells Chris.
The sound of a zipper resonates through the space while my eyes roll back. I crave it, feel it, want it. I want them to do whatever they want to me.
My body’s flipped onto my stomach, my hands are gripped against the small of my back, and someone is tying something around them.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“It’s what you want, don’t you?” A’s croaky, deep voice turns me into molten lava. “You want to be tied up and used like our whore, isn’t that right?”
I nod, my core aching for release that they never gave me.
“We know everything you want. We’re inside your head. We know your demons, your darkest desires. And we want to give them all to you.”
Before I can tell him it’s what I want too, he slams inside me so hard and deep, my entire body convulses and my release washes over me. But he doesn’t stop. He keeps going, grabbing a fistful of my hair.
“Open that mouth for me.” Chris’s cock brushes velvety soft over my lips, and I don’t hesitate to suck him right into my mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans, slamming down my throat with fervor while A takes me deeper, faster, until I feel it again, the sensations overtaking me.
My throat is on fire with how hard Chris’s length slams into it.
“That’s it, come on my cock. Look how good you take it,” A praises, slapping my ass with a heavy palm.
“Take off her blindfold,” he tells Chris. “Let her see us while she comes this time.”
“Wanna watch us as we violate you?” With a hand, Chris forces the back of my head further down his thick erection.
I moan around it, and then I feel his fingers around my eyes as he rips off the blindfold.
“What the…?” I shoot up to a sitting position in my bed, my body heaving, my palms around my raging heart.
I stare around the room, where a shadow looms in the corner.
“A?” I gasp, blinking faster and faster…until…
Until I realize there’s no one there. I’m alone. I was seeing things.
“A dream? That was a dream? Really?”
With a groan, I plop back against the pillows. Of course I was dreaming. Neither of them would want someone like me. I bet they can smell the damage coming a mile away.
Groaning, I turn into a fetal position, forcing myself to try to go back to sleep. But as I do, I catch sight of something new on top of the other nightstand.
A note and another white lily.
My pulse thrums, my body jerking from the shock of it.
Does this mean he was here? During my…
“Oh my God!”
How did I not hear him? Did he come through the back window in my spare bedroom? The back door? Chris would’ve seen him if he came from the front.
Nervousness coats through my limbs as I pick it up and read the words he wrote.
Were you thinking about me while you slept, little wolf? Did I make you moan like that? Did you dream about me inside you? I know you did. You can’t deny it. I heard you groan my name. But I heard HIS too. And I don’t like it. You’re mine now, and I never quite learned how to share.
-A
With lurching breaths, I jump out of bed and rush for the window, noticing that Chris is still there. But as I look to the right, opposite him, I notice a shadow lurking.
Someone all in black.
I open my window and call for him, because I know it’s him.
“A! Show me your face! Stop playing games!”
I don’t know what the hell I’m thinking, but I’m not. I need to know who he is! That’s the only thing fueling me right now.
Hastily, I sprint out of my room and down the stairs, racing outside barefoot, where Chris is already waiting with concern on his features.
“What’s wrong?” His hand is on his waistband, and I bet there’s a gun there. “Did you see someone?”
I nod nervously. “There was a man in a hood. I—I think. I saw him for a second before he ran off.”
“I’m gonna go check it out. Go back inside and lock the door.” He drops his palm on my shoulder and gives me a forceful look. “Do not come out for any reason. Do you understand me, Kayla? This isn’t a joke.”
I nod. “I understand. Please…” Instinctively, I place a palm around the stubble of his cheek, and his jaw tenses. “Be careful.”
A will not hesitate to kill you if he has to.
He doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, while my hand remains there, but I can see his throat bob before he gently removes my hand.
“Go inside. Now.”
I do what he asked and lock the door behind me, while he runs off toward the wooded area.
I pray like hell that A doesn’t hurt him, and that he doesn’t hurt A either.
CHRIS
Rushing through the pitch-black forest, I flip on my flashlight to help illuminate the path the man ran through.
I can hear him in the distance, the quiet footfalls crackling through the branches.
Someone came for her. Someone who didn’t know or care that I was watching.
How the fuck didn’t I see him?
I failed her. He could’ve hurt her…or worse.
Staying in the car isn’t going to work anymore. I’ll have to talk to Michael about staying inside her home.
She’s not going to like it. And imagining that face getting all pissy has me smiling. I like knowing I can push her buttons. I think she likes pushing mine too.
When she placed her hand on my cheek and told me to be careful, it did something to me. No one has ever worried about me. Not really. Not like her. She meant it too. I could just see it there in her eyes…
I try to keep silent as I near the assailant, his black hoodie and dark pants growing closer. Removing my nine-mil, I point it at him, aiming for his thigh, needing him alive. He will answer for this.
As soon as I fire a shot, he turns and releases one of his own, barely missing my face.
“You’re gonna die, motherfucker.” I chuckle, needing this, wanting a fight.
I can make out the glare in his dark eyes. Never seen him before. Don’t know what faction he belongs to, if any. But I will find out.
He shoots at me again, running faster, but I’m gaining on him. And soon, he will tell me why he came for her.
I aim the barrel at his leg as I continue to chase him toward the road I now find through the clearing.
I can’t let him get away.
I press the trigger, and a shot rings off right into his calf.
He instantly goes down.
I sprint toward him as he shifts his body to me, lifts up his weapon, and fires.
Crouching immediately onto the dirt, I evade the bullet, rushing for him. But just when I almost reach him, a car comes screeching down.
Two masked men fire shots at me while two others drag him away.
I shoot off a few bullets at the car, running toward it, but they press on the gas and gun out of there. No plates on the car, and nothing to go on.
“Fuck!”
Reaching into my pocket, I remove my cell, and when I do, my flashlight illuminates something on the grass.
A gold card.
A card I recognize. Michael was sure to show each man who works for him one of these so we knew how to spot it.
I instantly know what it is even before I pick it up off the ground.
Turning it over, I find a phone number there, just as expected.
Because the Bianchis, the ones who took Kayla, they operated their sex club using one of these.
The men call the number on the back, and someone in a mask picks them up, puts a bag over their face, and takes them to a secret location.
Without hesitation, I dial the number, expecting a voice, but instead, it’s a recorded message, obviously disguised by a cheap device.
As I listen to it, my blood boils over, needing to spill theirs.
“Elsie, Kayla, and Jade are ours,” the stranger informs. “And we will take them all back like we did the others. You can’t protect them. No one can.”
Yeah, we’ll see about that.