Chapter 29
Vee
My head feels like it’s splitting open. I try to lift it but it’s dead weight.
What the fuck happened? Did I go home and have a drunken bender?
Pain pulses behind my eyes, thick and heavy. My mouth is so dry that my tongue’s sticking to the roof of my mouth. I let out a groan and try to roll over to my side so I can sit up. Water. I need water and something for this headache.
Something stops me. I can’t move. I pull my wrists but they burn. What the hell? My eyes snap open, the heaviness they once felt tossed to the side from the fear of what my situation may be.
Darkness is all I see before I slowly open my eyes and try to adjust my sight.
The light is bright at first, and I have to squint my eyes closed and slowly open them again.
As my vision comes into focus, I see a dull whitish-yellow ceiling above me.
There’s multiple stains. Water perhaps. A leak at some point.
I pull on my arms again and I’m met with resistance. Tilting my head upward, I see them attached by rope to the bed posts. I try to kick my feet, but I’m met with the same resistance. Lifting my head, I look down at my body seeing my feet are restrained in the same way as my hands.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
My heart races, panic setting in deeper.
I lift my head, looking again. Taking stock of my appearance. My clothes are still on and they don’t appear to have been messed with. My pants are still zipped. Still buttoned. My shirt still on, it’s risen some, showing my bare stomach but my breasts are still covered.
My breathing turns shallow as the reality slams into me.
I’m tied to a bed.
How did I get here?
Drugged. The realization crawls through the fog in my head.
I was helping Abraham. Someone came up behind me, reeking of smoke. Their large arms wrapped around me. I called for help. Then Abraham got out of the car. But he didn’t save me. He said he was tired of waiting. The same thing that was on the note attached to the roses left on my car.
The ones I thought were from Josh. But they weren’t.
Then the prick in my neck and the darkness that overtook me.
A shaky breath escapes me. I need to escape. To get free. Find a phone and call for help.
I swallow hard and turn my head, trying to take in the room through the lingering haze.
It’s small. Bare. Plain off-white and yellowish walls that look like they haven’t been painted in decades. The air smells stale and smoky. No doubt why the walls are yellowing.
There’s just the bed I’m tied to, a couple of chairs to the side against the wall and a dresser that looks like it’s seen better days.
There’s only one window, and it’s been boarded up. Just the barest threads of light shines through the gaps in the wood. Light. It means it’s daytime. It was night when they took me. How much time has passed?
My chest tightens. Panic clawing at my throat.
“H-Hello?” My voice comes out hoarse. I swallow and try again, louder. “HELP!”
My scream echoes around the empty room, but no one answers back.
I suck in a breath and scream again, anyway.
“HELP! SOMEONE! ANYONE! HELP ME!” In frustration, I tug on the ropes restraining me, wincing as the material digs into my skin.
I hear something echoing, getting louder the closer it gets. Footsteps. Not just one set, by the sound of it there’s at least two.
The door swings open, and I freeze. The first man who walks in makes my stomach drop straight through the floor.
How could I have been so clueless?
He smiles at me like I’d actually welcome it. That same familiar smile I’ve seen a thousand times before. A smile that once felt safe.
“Hello, sweetheart.”
My stomach twists violently.
Behind him another man steps into the room carrying a tray with food on it.
He’s younger. Mid-twenties maybe. And he looks just like the man standing in front of me. Same eyes. Same sharp jaw. His son? The man who held me from behind?
My heart starts racing again.
“Why am I here? And I’m not your fucking sweetheart!” My voice shakes as I speak to him, gritting my teeth.
Abraham steps closer to the bed, his eyes roaming my body.
“Because,” he says calmly, “you were always meant to be mine.”
I stare at him like he’s lost his mind.
“What the fuck do you mean?” He has to be insane. There’s no other answer.
He chuckles softly and nods toward the younger man behind him.
He steps forward and places the tray of food on the small nightstand beside the bed.
My mouth waters seeing the bottle of water.
Wanting it, yet not at all at the same time.
I fear they drugged it too. I need to keep my wits about me if I plan to escape from where he’s holding me.
He clears his throat and speaks. His voice harsher now than all those times in the bar. When I thought he was just some older, sweet man who only wanted a little attention. “I made deals with your father years ago.”
Deals. Of course, my father had something to do with this. Bastard is ruining my life even in his death.
“You don’t remember,” he continues almost fondly. “But I knew you even when you were a little girl. You and your brother both.”
My stomach churns. Not wanting to hear what he says next. I was so young when my father took Luca and left. If he was watching me then…
I’m going to be sick. I can feel my stomach revolting, and the bile rising in my throat.
“I knew you were going to grow into a beautiful woman.” He reaches out, letting the tips of his fingers slide along the side of my face. I pull away, but he just moves with me. “But I never imagined you would be as gorgeous as you are."
His eyes drift slowly down my body. My skin crawls at his eyes lingering on me. At the implication of his words.
“You were originally meant for my son. A match made in heaven. Two strong families coming together. It was more for my benefit than your father’s. A chance to have the force of the MC behind me.”
The younger man shifts closer to the bed, watching me like I’m something on display. His eyes raking over me like a predator looking at his prey, preparing to attack.
“But…” Abraham sighs, sitting down on the edge of the bed, placing his hand on my thigh, dangerously close to my vagina. “Plans change.”
I glare at him. “You’re fucking insane.”
He ignores me and continues talking as if I never said a word.
“I’ve decided I want more children. I just have Jack and I miss having a little one. A child I can use to barter for my needs.” He laughs, and I can feel a chill flutter across my skin as my blood runs cold at his words. “But don’t worry,” he adds casually. “I’m willing to share you.”
He glances over at his son, Jack.
“Fuck you. I’ll never be with either of you. Never bear your children.”
He squeezes my thigh harder, and I flinch.
“Now, now. I know you like to be shared. Don’t think I don’t know what you’ve been doing.
And as far as saying you’ll never be with us, those are bold words.
Because, willing or not, our cocks are going to be buried deep inside that pretty pussy of yours.
Your stomach is going to swell with our children.
And there is nothing you can do to stop that. ”
“You’re nothing but a desperate old man who can’t get a woman unless you tie her up and drug her,” I say angrily.
His eyes flash red.
“You don’t know anything about me.”
My hands twist uselessly against the ropes. But I still try, hoping that they may just loosen enough that I can pull my arms free.
“I know you’re fucking crazy. I know that my brother will look for me, and you’ll be dead when he finds you.”
He tilts his head, studying me.
“Funny you said your brother and not the men you’ve been fucking.” He laughs, and his son joins in with him. “You know the saddest part?” He leans in closer, his face looming over mine. “You were so stupid you didn’t even realize I was following you.”
My stomach drops. As much as I hate it, he’s right. Not that I would’ve known someone was following me. There was no reason for them to be. But to think that Josh was leaving the note and rose on my car, when he would’ve just given it to me.
“You never once noticed,” he says, almost amused. “Not when you left the bar. Not when you walked to your car. You made it so easy. So oblivious to your surroundings. Fucking stupid girl.”
My chest tightens painfully.
Abraham gestures toward the tray on the nightstand.
“Jack here is going to feed you. We’d undo your hands, but I don’t think I can trust you yet.”
“I don’t want your damn food,” I bark at him.
“You should eat.”
“Go to hell,” I tell him through clenched teeth as I glare at him.
“You’re going to need your strength for what’s coming.”
Then he leans in closer to me, his breath smelling of whiskey. His hand slides up my body, moving under the edge of my shirt, pushing it upward. He exposes my bra covered breasts, taking his time squeezing each of them.
All I feel is revulsion. “Don’t touch me!”
He goes to cover my lips with his, and I do the only thing I can at this point. I spit in his face.
Abraham sits upright, wiping the spit from his face. Then, before I can blink, his fist is slamming into my face. Pain explodes across my jaw, through my nose and behind my eyes.
“You’ll learn to obey,” he growls.
Blood fills my mouth as my head falls back against the pillow.
“Fuck you,” I manage to get out through the pain.
“Oh, don’t worry, you will be fucking me. I’m going to let you sit there and let it sink in. When we come back maybe you’ll be more inclined to behave.”
Jack and Abraham turn and leave. The food still sitting on the tray on the nightstand.
I scream, knowing that right now I’m fucked. But I’m going to fight every second of this. I know Luca will come for me. I just have to stay strong.