Chapter Thirty-Nine
Now that he knew dickhead would be fine, Ryan got back to the business of trying to find and rescue Molly.
Despite how much he enjoyed spending the evening with his brother and their cousins three days ago, he had a job to do.
Besides, knowing what it consisted of made him a little uncomfortable in the wake of all the good will that had been flowing that night.
Rebel’s creamy skin had a golden tint, whom Ryan discovered was a true blonde. Meanwhile, underneath her clothes, Harley was just a shade or two darker than Rebel. Looking at their screenshots side-by-side and seeing their color shocked Ryan.
He’d always considered Harley just a black girl, not as dark as Jaleena but definitely not white . Yet, she was gorgeous, just a girl like his cousins.
Exquisite girls with exquisite bodies and rooms fit for princesses. Behind closed doors, Rebel talked on speakerphone to Mattie a lot.
He was so curious to know Mattie’s habits, but he hadn’t had a chance to sneak into the Donovan house and get into Mattie’s room.
Rebel walked around without clothes and touched herself, which infuriated Rule because he’d texted Ryan.
Whores will be cast into hellfire.
Ryan sent a thumbs up emoji in response.
If Rebel masturbating bothered Rule, what had he thought about Diesel’s visit? No, his visits .
True to her word, she’d kept her door unlocked. Diesel had been true to his and went into her room two additional times to watch her fucking sleep.
Ryan thought of ways to warn Rebel away from Diesel. But he didn’t know how to do it without implicating himself. It was obvious she still had a crush on him. She wouldn’t have kept her door unbarricaded if she didn’t.
In many ways, Rebel was a bad bitch. He’d give her the flowers she deserved.
She just wasn’t equipped to handle Diesel, especially a secret relationship with him.
He’d destroy her. Already, he’d breached her defenses.
Her instinct warned her to lock him out of her room.
With just a few words, he’d changed her mind.
“Taylor!”
At Willard’s call, Ryan straightened. He’d been leaning on the railing of the pedestrian deck on Turn Creek Bridge, where he’d been since leaving football practice half an hour ago.
Mom thought he was with a friend.
Nope. He was on a mission to get a friend. Specifically, Molly .
Willard breezed by. “She’s in the old picnic shelter.”
The motherfucker had a lot of nerve showing his fucking face back in Hortensia. CJ and Outlaw were gunning for him.
Deciding not to concern himself with Willard’s stupidity, Ryan started off. Willard’s fast pace already had him yards away.
The closer he got to the picnic shelter, the more his anticipation rose.
After weeks, he would have Molly back. He wasn’t sure what he’d say or how he’d explain her sudden reappearance.
When Willard told him to meet him after school, Ryan texted Rule and told him he’d soon remove the cameras from Rebel’s room.
Surprisingly, the motherfucker hadn’t put up an argument. Ryan didn’t know if that was good or bad. All he knew was his cameras were coming down.
Cleaner stepped out of the picnic shelter, his hands and shirt bloody. His cock hung out of his open jeans.
Ryan froze. Nausea twisted in his gut. He looked from Willard’s smirk to Cleaner’s glare and knew if Molly wasn’t dead, she was close to it. He began to shake.
“Eliza?” Cleaner called.
Holding her hand, Wally guided his mother out of the picnic shelter. The Terrible Triplets had worked him over very badly on two separate occasions in the past few weeks. He was limping and still wore a cast on one of his arms.
Eliza wore a hooded cape that the breeze swept open and revealed her pudgy nude body. “I’ve missed you, Ryan.”
Behind her, Wally, Jr., her old man and Willard’s and Wallace’s father walked out. The shortest motherfucker there and the one with a gun that he aimed at Ryan’s head.
“You been talking smack about my Eliza,” he said. “My daddy put her on a pedestal. He’d stand up in his fucking grave and haunt me if I let a snot-nosed puppy like you get away with that.”
Cleaner thumped Ryan’s head. “You’re playing with us, pussy.”
“I’m not!”
Willard grabbed him and shoved him to Eliza before Cleaner snatched his collar and threw Ryan on the ground, bouncing him around like a yo-yo. He tried to roll out of the way, but Cleaner crouched down and held his shoulders, while someone else caught his kicking legs.
She rode his mouth, bit his dick and balls until he cried, and then forced his cock into her.
He focused on memories of his time with Harley.
His ride back to the club with Kendall, where she’d hurt his ears with fucking Opera music.
The evening with his cousins after the family dinner.
Mom visiting his room every night since the day in the club when she begged for his life and telling him how much she loved him.
He thought about Nyx and how she loved to suck dick. Mostly, he thought of Molly just out of reach and completely out of sight. Cleaner’s hands and shirt were bloody for a reason. Eliza had no injuries on her body.
When she finished, he repaired his clothes, turned to his side and threw up.
His phone slammed against his thigh.
“Pictures saved for posterity, boy,” Wally, Jr. said, spitting a wad of phlegm and tobacco next to Ryan’s head.
“Say sorry, and we’ll get that bitch for you,” Willard said.
Moans and grunts rose in the rapidly descending darkness. Several lanterns flared to life aided by phone flashlights.
Cleaner was fucking Eliza .
Through a haze, Ryan remembered Molly. He was there for her. If he had to suffer humiliation and degradation to get her back, he was fine with that.
Wiping his hand across his mouth, he staggered to his feet.
Eliza Bart’s scent was all over him. She wasn’t sweet smelling like a lot of the girls at the club.
His cousins. His mother. His aunts. Tabitha , when he’d seen her the other day at Kendall’s office, smelled like a girl should.
A musky, sour smell permeated Eliza’s body.
“Are you sorry you insulted my momma?” Willard demanded.
“Yes!” Ryan sucked back his tears, hating Willard more than he’d ever hated anyone. Even CJ.
“Are you sorry for declining my invitation to come back to my house?”
“Yes, I’m sorry for insulting her and not visiting. Now, can I take Molly?”
Cleaner shouted, stiffened, and jerked, obviously coming, then he staggered to his feet and covered his cock. Eliza remained on the ground, her legs spread.
“You said you wasn’t going to come in her, Cleaner,” Wally, Jr. complained. “Now, I got to suck it out of her. Don’t want no black baby popping out her pussy.”
At Cleaner’s glare, Wally, Jr. raised his hands.
“Don’t mean no offense. Suppose I wind up back in jail. Black dudes won’t care my bitch got a black baby. They’ll still kick my fucking ass.”
“Probably take some fucking ass, too,” Cleaner said, laughing at his own joke.
Wally, Jr. sniffed, gesturing with the gun. “White dudes won’t be happy neither. They’ll leave me to my fucking fate.”
Cleaner shrugged. “Then suck my cum out her pussy.”
What parallel universe had Ryan entered? Hadn’t the motherfuckers ever heard of Plan B ?
Fuck, hadn’t he come in Eliza? He just wanted to get Molly and escape.
“Do you know the common denominator between Mattie, Harley and Rebel, Taylor?” Willard asked out of the blue.
That was easy. “CJ.”
“CJ,” Willard echoed. “Mattie suddenly thinks she’s too good to fuck my brother. And that fucking quarter-breed.” He spat. “I’m going to fucking humiliate her before I fucking kill her.”
The anger stirring in his gut at how Willard talked about Harley shocked Ryan.
She was already so fucking vulnerable. He couldn’t imagine what Willard’s abuse was doing to her.
In hindsight, if CJ was still close to her, she would’ve told him.
In turn, he would’ve gone to Mortician and Outlaw.
More than likely, Ryan’s role in her spy cam would’ve been uncovered.
He scrubbed a hand over his face and frowned. His fingers smelled sour, like Eliza’s pussy.
Willard’s smile chilled Ryan. “Rebel is proving very interesting. Do you think Diesel’s on her mind when she fingers her twat?”
Ryan pretended not to care how Willard talked about Rebel.
“Would you be willing to lead her to the edge of the forest so I can ambush her?”
“At the club?” Ryan asked, just to be certain the motherfucker was indeed insane.
“Yeah, at the club, cuck. We’ll scoop her up. Make her beg for mercy.” He rubbed his jaw. “Fucking bitch.”
“You. Will. Die. ” Ryan spoke each word with precision, hoping they sunk into Willard’s thick skull. “Do you understand? Outlaw killed Eric and Billy. Those two motherfuckers who were with them when we found them in the forest. ”
Willard’s eyes widened and a deafening silence fell.
“He fucking shot them point blank in the fucking head,” Ryan said. “She’ll have trackers somewhere on her that will lead them right to you.”
“You’re lying—”
“Don’t think he is, Big Willy,” Wally, Jr. said. It was too much to hope that he shot his ass off with the gun he used to punctuate his words. “Outlaw’s bitch…what’s her name…?”
“Meggie,” Ryan, Willard, and Cleaner chorused.
“Yeah, her. If she didn’t have no trackers, she had an emergency broadcast system that brought a bunch of motherfuckers to her quick, fast, and in a hurry.”
“Pa, remember I told you all those words mean the same thing?” Willard asked.
“Like saying them together, kid. Heard it somewhere. A movie or a song…?” He laid his finger on his jaw and thought for a moment.
“Don’t matter. It was cool as fuck and I said, ‘Wally, Jr.’—Pa told me I wasn’t Wally— I said, ‘Wally, Jr., remember those words. They’re attention getters. ’ That’s what I told myself.”
“I love to hear you say that, Junior,” Eliza gushed.
“Ain’t talking to you ‘til I get Cleaner’s cum out you.”
From inside the picnic shelter, someone moaned. Not in pleasure, either. They sounded in pain. Ryan’s blood chilled. He stepped forward, wishing he had backup. Wishing the Terrible Triplets would swoop in with their Caldwell craziness and help rescue Molly.
“Help!”
Grinning, Cleaner barreled to the picnic shelter.
“Help me!”
The girl who yelled wasn’t Molly. It almost sounded like…
Cleaner jerked a naked girl into their little circle. Ryan squinted. Diana. She wasn’t an official Dweller girl, but Ryan had fucked her several times and Diesel fucked her regularly.
Superficial cuts oozed blood and marred her cheeks, breasts, belly, and thighs.
Ryan staggered back, ignoring the laughter and the taunts they directed at him because of the horror on his face.
“Bash sent this cunt to do one fucking job!” Wally, Jr. said. “Instead of fucking with Outlaw’s bitch and bringing her to Bash, she tried to take out his boy.”
Ryan staggered back. “Bash?”
“It put the Dwellers on alert,” Wally, Jr., continued, ignoring Ryan. “Bash is pissed for more reasons than one. He didn’t want his nephew harmed. That’s why he wants this cunt dealt with.”
“Bash?” Ryan managed to say again. He stared at Diana. “Bash sent you?”
She ignored his question. “Help me, Ryan,” she begged, tears streaking her cheeks and mingling with the bloody cuts. “Please.”
Without asking, he knew they’d used her in unspeakable ways. If Ryan learned nothing else, he knew Bash, Cleaner, and anyone associated with them got off on hurting women.
And he’d given Molly up to them out of spite.
“Molly’s dead, isn’t she?” he croaked, beginning to sob.
“Maybe,” Cleaner said with a shrug.
Wally, Jr. lifted the gun to Diana’s head. “Maybe not.”
He pulled the trigger.