Chapter 28 Presley
Presley
“Gentlemen, sorry for the intrusion, but we need a word with my soon to be daughter-in-law,” Jake announces, and I squeeze Spade.
“No, no, no! Don’t leave me alone with them. Please?” I whisper, begging them to just stay put for the love of god.
“If our fathers order us out of here, we have no choice but to listen, Cherry,” Spade whispers back.
“Please. I’m afraid. They are going to hurt me,” I say as tears fall down my cheeks.
“Shh, we won’t leave here until they do,” Dario says, then looks up at Spade. “We will tell them we are going to enjoy some of the ladies here. They will believe it, ” he says, and Spade nods.
“It’s not like we have anything else to do. Jay is at Whitestone General and Jade won’t speak to us. Fuck it,” he answers, and I raise a brow. There’s that name again. Jade. Just as I’m about to ask who the hell she is, Jacob Lee rips me away from them, and I yelp.
“Yo, bro. Easy. She’s a lady,” Spade warns, and Jacob Lee scoffs.
“Yea, and mine to do with as I see fit. Move along trash,” he grits, and Spade laughs.
“Trash? Wanna run that back, bitch boy?” he growls, lifting his shirt and showing off his pistol. I look up at Jacob Lee who visibly swallows as Dario cracks his knuckles. Please, please, please say something else so he can get his ass handed to him. It would so make my fucking day.
“My apologies. I just lose my head when it comes to her,” he counters, and Spade smirks, muttering “Bitch.” And I grin.
“Next time you want to run your mouth, you might wanna check who the fuck you’re talking too,” Dario threatens, and again, I look up at Jacob Lee who is now shaking like a leaf. I wonder what happened to his face. He’s got a black eye and a bruise on his cheek.
“And who are you?” he asks. What a fucking idiot. He never learns to keep his mouth shut!
“Dario Roselli, and this is Spade Rodriguez,” he answers, and Jacob Lee’s eyes widen.
“Please forgive me for my rudeness. I didn’t know who you were, and I saw you both with your hands all over my girl,” he retorts, making Spade snicker.
“Funny how she’s at a brothel that trains girls like her to be the perfect wife. But you’re jealous? The math isn’t mathing my guy.” He laughs, and as Jacob Lee starts fumbling his words, a hand touches my naked back, and I stiffen.
“Boys, excuse my idiot son. I’m Jake Radley Senior.
I’m one of the investors of this house. It’s a pleasure to meet you both,” he states, sticking his hand out for them to shake, which they do, along with introducing themselves.
“Well, thank you for keeping her company. I look forward to doing business with you both in the future. Today is on the house for my son’s behavior.
Enjoy yourselves,” he tells them, and they nod.
Walking away. Jacob Lee’s hold tightens around my arm, making me wince as the rest of the men leave, clearing out the room.
Jake walks over to the door, locking it as the last man leaves.
Jacob Lee shoves me away, and I fall back into the bar. A hand slaps me across the face, making my head whip to the side from the impact.
“You thought you could run and hide with Dalton and I wouldn’t find you, Presley. How many times do I need to tell you? You. Are. Mine!” he yells as Jake walks over and grabs me by the hair, forcing me to look up at him. His eyes are wild with his teeth baring at me in anger.
“Bartering with your life is going to get you killed. Do you think Dalton will treat you better than we can? No, he won't, he's more of a monster then the two of us put together! End this game now before it costs you your life!” he threatens, spitting in my face.
“Fuck you! I already tried leaving this fucking world. I would rather be with him than either of you any day!” I fire back as a fist flies out at me, hitting the side of my temple, making the room spin for a second.
I lose my grip against the bar, but someone catches me and hits me again and again.
I can’t fucking breathe—I can’t see as my body is thrown around the room, crashing into shit while glass shatters against the wood floor.
I cry out, but a kick to the ribs has me doubling over, coughing.
The room continues to spin the more my body is used as a punching bag.
My chest caves in as I try to take a deep breath but it hurts so fucking bad.
I’m lifted and thrown onto something hard, causing my head to slam against it so hard my vision blackens, then I hear a zipper being pulled down and feel something warm between my legs as hands grab my face, pinching my cheeks, forcing me to open my mouth.
“Fuck her mouth raw, and I’m going to ruin her cunt for any other man. Fuck it! We may need her, but I’ll cage her in the basement until after the wedding,” Jake spits as his dick breaches my core and ruts into me.
“Fucking slut never knows when to shut the fuck up, and her little boyfriends are done! Harley’s in Jail.
Dalton has the mute. Braxton is a junky.
Caspian and Maverick are next! Did you set up the meeting?
” Jacob Lee asks as the room spins and his cock is shoved down my throat, gagging me.
Choking me. Did he say Harley was in jail?
Braxton is a junky? What the fuck is going on?
“Yes, everything is in place. It’s time to take everything that is owed to us!” Jake says as he continues to rut into me. I thrash around, trying to fight them off, but another punch to the ribs and the side of my head has darkness seeping in and everything goes black.
“Hang on, Cherry, Don’t you die on us,” Spade begs,
“Fuck, where do we take her? Does she have a home? We know nothing about her, but here we are, saving a stranger,” Dario spits.
“Man, I don’t know, but fuck, she’s in pretty bad shape.
What the fuck did they do to her? I can’t stand these fucking men.
They are just as bad as The Aces,” Spade yells.
I cough and snap my eyes open. “Damn, Cherry. There you are,” he says, and I groan, coughing again then wincing because my ribs are screaming in pain.
“Enthralled. T-take me to En-Enthralled. I-I need J-Johnny,” I stammer, trying to take a deep breath but can’t. My chest hurts, everything just fucking hurts. Tears fall down my face and I sob as Spade squeezes me tighter in his lap.
“Enthralled? Are you sure, Cherry? There’s nowhere else to take you?” he asks, and I shake my head. I can’t just go back to the guys after everything. I won’t put them in more danger than they are already in.
“Y-yes. Please t-take me t-to J-johnny ” I stutter again, and he nods.
“Okay. Just close your eyes and take short breaths. I’m pretty sure you have a broken rib, or at least it’s badly bruised and needs wrapping,” he tells me, and I smile as my lips split and the taste of copper hits my taste buds.
“Are you a doctor?” I ask, and he chuckles.
“No, Cherry, I just know a few things,” he answers, and I settle in his lap, pressing my battered body into his warmth.
“I can’t believe this is where we are taking her and expected to just leave her here. What the fuck?” Dario says.
“I know, but we aren’t left with much of a choice,” he says as the car comes to a stop.
“We’re here. Let me go in and find this Johnny guy,” Dario states. The car door shuts and I listen to Spade’s heart beating in his chest.
“You sure about this?” he asks, and I look up at him and nod.
“Yep. This is my life, and Johnny is the only one I feel safe with here,” I answer truthfully, and he kisses the top of my head.
“Alright, I can accept that,” he says as the door swings open.
“Presley!” Johnny yells, and I open my eyes to see him, and his are wild with anger. “Thank you both for bringing her back to me. What do I owe you?” he asks, but Spade shakes his head.
“Nothing man. Just get her inside and checked out. They really did a number on her,” he tells him as Johnny gently scoops me in his arms and carries me through the back entrance of Enthralled. I lay my head against his chest, kissing the bottom of his neck.
“Who did this to you? I want fucking names, Presley. This was not supposed to happen ” he growls.
“It-it—
“Yo, Johnny. You got room for me tonight?” a man asks, covered in tattoos and wearing a MC cut. Devils Incarnate.
“Not tonight, D’mitiri. Talk to Deanna and make an appointment. I’m in the middle of something,” he says, and the guy huffs.
“You can bring her along. I like when they are battered already. Makes the fight so much sweeter,” he groans, and Johnny growls.
“Not this one. Fuck off and make an appointment,” he orders, and D’mitri holds his hands up in surrender.
“Okay, okay. Fine,” he states then walks away.
“Sorry about that. I can’t stand that prick.
He’s such a piece of shit,” he tells me, and I lay my head back down as we enter the same room we’ve been in since I arrived.
He lays me on the bed and removes the jacket Spade covered me with.
“Jesus fucking christ. What’s their name?
They will not live to see the sun go down tonight!
I’m going to rip them to shreds, limb by fucking limb,” he growls, and I reach up to cup his face.
“I want them dead more than anything, and I want to be there to help!” I spit.
“I want to paint their house in their blood. Not a fucking inch will go untouched. What is the name?” he asks again.
“The Radleys,” I whisper, and his eyes widen.
“Which ones?” he grits. His jaw is so fucking tense and his hands are in fists.
“Father and son,” I whisper again.
“Which son? There’s two?” he asks, and I take a breath, wincing.
“Jacob Lee. That’s who I’m supposed to marry,” I tell him, and he growls.
“Not going to happen. They aren’t going to survive the night! Where is Kayla? I need Dalton here now!” he yells, making me flinch.
“I haven’t seen Kayla. Harrison is the one who brought me to the Brimstone house,” I answer, and he growls.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes,” he says, then leaves the room. This is such a fucking mess. I can’t escape from anything. Maybe I should’ve gone to the boys. But then, I’d never see Johnny again, and I’m not sure I can live with that.
Hours later, after the doctor checks me and Johnny helps me get cleaned up, Master bursts through the door, and a very angry Johnny stands from his seat across the room.
“What the fuck, Dalton. Since when do we allow our girls to be beaten within an inch of their lives at that house? Huh?” he growls, and Master walks over to me, brushing a hair out of my face and running a finger gently down my cheek.
“We don’t. You know that!” he answers, and Johnny folds his arms.
“Care to explain this then. She was only meant to go there for training sessions, not to be hurt and returned like this! This cannot go unpunished. I want them here tonight!” he commands, and Master’s face snaps up in Johnny's direction then his eyes narrow.
“Watch who the fuck you are talking too, Puppet!” he threatens, and Johnny spits on the ground.
“Fuck that. We’ve had an understanding for years. I don’t fucking answer to you!” he growls, and Master unbuttons his suit jacket, taking it off and draping it over the edge of the bed.
“You have a lot of anger running through you, son. But I need you to remember that in here, you will obey the rules. I deserve respect,” he states, and Johnny laughs.
“Not until this is rectified. You are the reason she went there, and your property was returned broken! I want fucking blood, and if you don’t give me what I want, I’m going to do it myself with or without you,” he spits, and Master nods.
“You’re right. This was never meant to happen to our Little Doll. They will pay for going against us. First, we need to get her better, and I might have what she needs.” He smiles as Johnny comes over to the bed, sitting down next to me, running his fingers through my hair.
“Is that right?” Johnny asks as I press my body against his and wrap my arm around his waist.
“Yes,” Master answers as he backs up towards the door, opening it and snapping his fingers. I close my eyes as my stomach bottoms out and the pain meds finally kick in, sending a rush of heat through my limbs.
“Little Doll, look who I have here for you,” Master coos, and I open my eyes and gasp.
“Axel,” I whisper as his eyes collide with mine, and he smirks.
No! No! No! He can’t be here. He just fucking can’t.