11. Chapter 10
Chapter 10
The little ounce of confidence I have is evaporated in a split second. My heart sinks, blinding white fear rocking me like never before.
I try to tell myself that they wouldn't shoot me, but then again, I don't know them at all. They are constantly surprising me with things I wouldn't believe they were capable of. That's the horrible truth… They are capable of anything.
They have money, and each other—alibis that would easily free them of any consequence. And the best part? They would be rid of me. It's obviously what they have always wanted. Have they just been waiting for the right time?
"Put… put the gun down," I stutter, frozen in place.
Hawk twirls the gun, taking a step toward me. "Are you scared now ?" he asks.
I nod, but I'm not sure they can see it through the dark. I'm too terrified to speak, and when they approach, side by side, I don't move an inch.
The cold metal of the gun presses against my neck, tipping my head up to look at Hawk. Through the mask, I try to focus on his eyes, the familiar blue as I fight the urge to break down.
With his other hand, he lifts the mask up with his pinky finger, carefully holding the lighter to keep the flame going, revealing his face. It still doesn't put me at ease, the barrel of the gun pressing into my jugular.
"Why are you doing this?" I whisper, not daring to break eye contact.
Hawk raises an eyebrow, a slight look of confusion on his face. "What are we doing, Tempest?" he questions quietly.
My gaze flickers down to the gun, before darting straight back up. "Are you going to kill me?" I ask, voice shaking.
"Oh, definitely," he answers confidently.
A sniffle breaks loose as tears finally slide down my cheeks. This is it—the end.
Even with my life flashing before my eyes, I can only think of my parents. Enjoying Florida, they have no idea of the horrors that await them when they get home. Will I still be here when they arrive, cold and lifeless on the hallway floor? Or will a neighbor hear the gunshot and call the police? If so, maybe there's a slight chance I'll be saved in time…
But… Do I want to be saved?
I don't want to die. But I also don't want to live after something like this. How would I be able to live my life in constant fear? I'd never be able to set foot in this house again without the memories. I'd be forever looking over my shoulder, wondering if they are coming to finish me off.
Would they hurt our parents? I used to believe no. But now… now, I just don't know anymore.
"Why?" I ask weakly. "Do you really hate me that much?"
Jett looks at Hawk, his mask still on. I wish I knew what was going through their minds. Maybe I could negotiate with them, give them what they want. But what is it that they want? Is this some type of sick revenge or are they just really hateful of my existence?
"Yes," Hawk answers, not breaking our gazes. "And you hate us, right?"
It feels like a trick question. How do I even answer that?
My mind goes around in circles, desperately trying to find the right answer if one exists.
"Hate is a strong word," I finally answer carefully. "I hate the way you treat me. But I love that my parents are happy."
I throw the parent card into the mix, hoping to tug on their black heart strings. Neither react and my heart sinks again.
Maybe I was right all along. They just used our family until they were free—a ticketed ride out of the foster care system and when they got their fortune, they were released from the chains.
It doesn't escape me that these men got everything they ever wanted. Sure, they had a shit upbringing and horrible parents. I wouldn't wish that upon anyone. But despite it all, they still hurt me, and then were rewarded with money and opportunities that most people never get to receive. They were given a second chance at life and this is how they used it.
Hawk thrusts the gun into my skin harder, making me stumble back. I refuse to run and be hunted down, but I also refuse to drop to the ground in a pathetic crying heap.
"Are you going to beg for us yet?" Hawk murmurs.
I feel sick, but I shake my head. "No."
"Why not?" he asks, tone slightly surprised.
"Because it won't do me any good," I answer truthfully. "Whatever you are going to do, you're going to do it anyway."
Finally, he breaks our stare, turning to Jett. Slowly, his lips upturn into a smile. "You owe me fifty dollars."
"Fuck," Jett groans, turning to me. "I'm disappointed in you, Tempest."
Confused, I look between them. My heart begins racing as I try to gather some knowledge about the situation.
"What?" I breathe out.
He reaches up, stroking my cheek. I flinch, but that doesn't deter him.
"We want to hear those pretty little lips beg."
Instinctively, I slap his hand away. Hawk presses the gun into me again, making me freeze.
"We warned you about the consequences," he whispers harshly. "You know what happens when you try to hurt us."
The irony isn't lost on me, but somehow, I begin to numb. The fears takes a backseat as anger returns. I laugh, looking him square in the eyes as tears still pool in my eyes.
"You're one to talk," I point out. "You've spent countless years hurting me and yet you've never had to worry about consequences."
He doesn't answer, and it only fuels me on more.
"You're pathetic," I spit out. "You exist to just make me miserable. And congratulations, you've achieved that. So, you're right. I do hate you, Hawk. I hate that we ever tried to give you a family. I hate that I ever tried to make you feel welcome when so many other children deserved that chance. I hate that you make me cry. And I'm sorry that you had such a shit childhood, but the thing I'm most sorry for? I'm sorry that you didn't do better. At least I lived a life full of kindness. I tried my hardest and never intentionally hurt anyone. That's more than I can say about you. So… what are you waiting for? You want to kill me? Then do it."
My eyes squeeze shut as I wait for the bang and pain. I know it's coming, but I've made my peace.
Seconds tick by and when I feel nothing, I open my eyes, gazing at them.
Slowly, Hawk lowers the gun, dropping his arm to his side. The three of us stand still, staring at each other in silence. Cars pass by outside, and suddenly, Hawk lets go of the lighter, sending us into total darkness.
I have half a mind to run, but I know I won't get very far. Something hits the ground in a soft thud, but before I can try to figure out what it is, warm lips are on me, colliding with mine.
A small groan gets caught in my throat as weight connects with my body. I'm pushed against the wall, lips never leaving mine. I can feel the gun pushed into my leg casually, and it dawns on me that it's Hawk kissing me.
It's not the kiss I would expect. It's not the same, tormenting kiss he gave me on the weekend. It's full of need and want, and when a hand threads through my hair, I realize I'm not going to be murdered—at least, not this second. I kiss him back, heart racing in sick relief.
Somewhere along the way, I drop my arms, my hands finding his waist as I let him touch me all over. When he steps back, I straighten up, and the towel drops from my body.
I quickly go to reach for it, but another set of hands grab me, pulling me by my arm. Someone picks me up, slinging me over their shoulder and suddenly, we're walking down the hallway to the short distance to my bedroom. My fingers grip his back, worried I'll fall and hit the ground head first.
Hands pick me up by my waist, flinging me forward, and I scramble through the air until my back connects with the mattress. I barely have any time to compose myself before someone is on top of me, pushing against my naked frame. Hot lips attack my neck, soft stubble rubbing against my cheek.
I run my hands over the figure, trying to identify them. As my fingers graze skin, a soft hum reaches my ears and I immediately recognize that it's Jett.
He stops kissing my neck, lips trailing over my skin to my ear. His teeth lightly pull my earlobe, sending a shiver down my body, and he whispers in my ear.
"If you think we hate you, you're sorely mistaken."
I struggle to process his words, but it's hard because his lips are back on my neck, biting and sucking my sensitive skin. Hands touch me all over, and it takes me a few seconds to register they are both feeling me.
Someone grabs my hair, fisting it in their grasp. My head is stuck to the side, and a second pair of lips find me. Hawk pries my mouth open with his tongue while Jett sucks my skin hard. A moan escapes me and Hawk's tongue strokes mine, silencing me.
Jett kicks my legs apart as he crawls into the open space. He cups my pussy, fingers teasing me as he pulls back from my neck with a pop. Sliding his warm fingers inside, my hips jolt against his palm, desperately seeking more friction. He pumps his fingers in and out of my eager body while Hawk captures my sounds of approval.
A hand clutches my breast, squeezing me before plucking my nipples between two fingers. I'm not sure who's where anymore—all I can focus on is their hands and mouths, feeling every inch of my body.
Something cold lands on the top of my thigh, and when Jett removes his fingers from me, Hawk also pulls back, the three of us panting softly.
I strain my eyes, seeing their bodies in the dark. Faint lights from the outside street posts shimmer over them, and when Jett pushes my thighs apart further, I gaze down at him. He looks back at me, but my eyes shift to my thigh, spotting the gun. Jett's hand is poised over it gently, and my eyebrows furrow in confusion.
Without saying a word, he grips the gun, pulling it down between my legs. My eyes widen, mouth falling open to speak. Hawk grabs my throat, using his fingers to twist my head to look at him.
"Eyes on me," he says sharply.
When the metal is pushed against the outside of my pussy, I try to turn my frantic gaze back to Jett, but Hawk holds me in place, repeating his words.
"Keep looking at me," he orders.
"What are you doing?" I ask him, but my question is directed at Jett.
The barrel of the gun spreads me apart, my eyes desperately looking at Hawk for answers. His face softens but his grip doesn't, and when I feel the barrel press against my entrance, I tense up in panic.
Hawk grips my face tighter, holding my head in place. "Look at me," he whispers this time, his tone relaxing me somehow.
With eyes locked, I can't do anything but stay still as Jett pushes the barrel inside of me. My mouth falls open, face twisting in pleasure as I question my reality and sanity.
"Sweet little Tempest," Hawk murmurs quietly, bringing his face closer to mine. "We don't hate you. We just want to own you."