Chapter 8 #2
The rest of the night goes by in a blur as I perform on stage and go about costume changes and help serve drinks.
Before I even realize it, the announcement for last call goes out across the intercom as the night is over, and it’s time to go home.
Thankfully, Draven did hire a closing crew to come in at night and clean up so none of us have to mess with any of that at the end of the night anymore.
Tonight though, I would welcome a reason not to have to go home yet.
I take my time driving to the compound, trying to get my thoughts in order and figure out exactly how I’m going to tell Viper we’re going to have a baby.
I have no illusions about who will be showing up for this conversation.
It won’t be Draven. It will be Viper. I am trying to prepare myself for the asshole he can be, but I’m not so sure I can humor him with a topic as serious as this.
Pulling into the driveway, I put my car in park and just sit there staring at his house.
I’m scared and can feel my hands shaking.
I’m really glad Nash won’t be here for this.
Taking another deep breath, I shut off the engine and climb out, ready to get this over with, letting the chips fall where they may.
As soon as I shut the door, Draven comes sauntering into the living room from the kitchen.
He takes in my face and immediately starts hurling questions. “What’s wrong?”
“We need to talk.” I can already feel the tears that are threatening to fall.
“Why the fuck are you about to cry, Kierra? What happened? Who the fuck upset you? Tell me something, baby,” he implores, coming straight to me, and holding my face in his hands as he searches my eyes for answers.
“I’m pregnant,” I whisper as the first tear rolls down my cheek, hot and just as slippery as the ground I feel like I’m suddenly standing on.
Draven's hands fall away as he jumps back like my words hold venom. His entire demeanor changes right before my eyes, morphing into Viper. It’s ironic since he’s looking at me like I’m the snake.
His fists clench, and his eyes narrow as he takes me in again like he’s seeing me for the first time, only now I disgust him.
He hates me and if looks could kill, my heart wouldn’t be threatening to beat out of my chest. Placing my hand on my belly reflexively, forces me to step back until I bump into the wall, and the thud as my head hits is dull compared to how my heart shatters into a thousand pieces.
“You fucking bitch!” he roars. “You did this on purpose! Didn’t you!? What? Thought you could trap me? You almost had me fooled, Kierra. I really believed you when you said you loved me, but it was all a fucking scam. Admit it. ADMIT IT!!” he screams, punching the wall above my head.
Looking at the gaping fist sized hole he just made has me tapping into my own fury.
He honestly thinks I did this on purpose.
“No! I do love you! I didn’t make this baby on my own, motherfucker.
I don’t even want kids. Do I look like someone who should be allowed to have fucking children, Draven?
I couldn’t even keep my sister from running off for fucks sake,” I scream back at him, slamming my hands on his chest.
“Get the fuck out!” he shouts, pointing at the door. And just like that, it’s over. What once was and meant everything to me is done. We’re over.
“My fucking pleasure, asshole,” I say calmly even though I feel anything but.
He’d never physically hurt me, but that seems a petty distinction for a man who just annihilated my heart.
Grabbing my bag off the floor, I risk a backwards glance only to see he isn’t watching me leave.
I storm back out the front door and thank God above that I hadn’t let my apartment go like Draven had been insisting.
I take a scenic route on the way to my apartment, stopping for tacos at Sombreros’ first. Pulling into the parking lot, I see a light on in my apartment and curse myself for leaving shit on when I wasn’t even here.
Grabbing my purse and bag of food, I climb from the car and take the four flights of stairs.
I know as soon as I close the door that something is wrong because all my furniture has been tossed.
I try to make a break for the door, but a hand comes out of nowhere and slaps across my face, sending me tumbling to the ground.
Holding my cheek, I look up and find a very pissed-off Pinball hovering over me as he growls, “About time you got here, Vixen. I’ve been waiting far too long to get my hands on you. ”
A mumbling sound to my left has me quickly looking over to see George tied up and gagged. From the looks of him, someone has really worked him over.
“What do you want?” I seethe; pissed off that this fucker hit me and has hurt my friend.
“You, baby, and I intend to have you,” he sneers, hauling me off the floor by my hair.
“Get her keys, we’ll take her car with us, so no one gets suspicious when she doesn’t answer her door,” he tells what appears to be a prospect.
“Got a surprise coming for you tomorrow night that I just can’t wait for you to see,” he says cryptically, right before something hits me in the head and the world goes black.
Jolting awake, I try to open my eyes, but my splitting headache is making it very hard to do anything but lay still.
The musty smell in the room is my first clue I’m not where I should be.
Squinting my eyes, I look around and see that Georgie is tied to a chair, then everything comes flooding back to me.
Pinball in my apartment and slapping me.
His weird comment about a surprise, and then everything went dark when something hit me in the back of the head.
My baby! I try to move my hand to my stomach but can’t since someone has tied my hands above my head.
Shifting my head up, I see it’s a bed I’m strapped down on, and someone has stripped me down to my bra and panties.
I quickly take stock of my body and sigh in relief when it’s clear I haven’t been violated. Thank God.
“George,” I whisper, but he doesn’t move.
“George,” I try again, whispering louder. His head shoots up, and my heart hurts at how swollen and bruised his face is. “How long have we been here?”
“A day,” he mumbles quietly.
“Shit. We’re in really big fucking trouble, George. These guys are looking for my sister who stole a lot of fucking money from them. If they think taking me is going to draw her out, they’re sadly mistaken.” But he doesn’t say anything. I’m not sure why I expected him to be honest.
Hours pass before the door handle rattles, signaling that someone has come to check on us.
I hope they plan to let us use the bathroom because my bladder is about to its capacity.
Looking over when the door finally opens, I know this isn’t going to be good when I see it’s Pinball.
My body begins to shake in fear when he comes further into the room and slams the door, making sure I know he’s angry.
He was interested in me for months before he figured out Viper and I were together.
“You’ve kept me waiting, Vixen, for a long fucking time, and I’m not a patient man.
You’ve been under constant watch by that worthless fuck, Viper.
You should’ve been mine, but no matter, you’re here now and we’re going to get very familiar with each other,” he taunts as he rubs his cock through his jeans while looking at my body.
With my hands tied tightly to the bed, there is nothing I can do to cover myself.
I cringe when he runs his hands up my legs as he climbs up from the bottom of the bed.
He makes it a point to roughly rub me through my panties.
Hovering over me, he tries to press his lips against mine, but I turn my face away, which only seems to anger him more.
“No!” I scream when he bites down hard on my neck.
I don’t want to cry or show weakness, but there’s no fighting it.
I’m unable to stop the silent tears that begin to slide down my nose when he violently rips my bra from my body, biting and squeezing my breast once it’s gone.
I can smell the blood in the air from his brutality as he continues to bite and bruise my flesh.
Sliding down my body, he tears my panties, tossing them to the side as he nuzzles his nose between my legs. “Oh, baby. You smell so fucking sweet,” he growls.
“Please stop,” I cry, but my tears only seem to fuel his aggression.
“I like it when they beg. Is this pussy as sweet as it smells, Vixen?” He says, gripping my hips tightly and digging his fingers into my skin. I try to shut my mind off and go somewhere else, but his cruelty won’t let me.
“Don’t cry, Vixen. Everyone knows Viper’s little whore likes it rough,” he jibes, wrapping his hand around my throat and applying so much pressure I begin to panic when it becomes hard to breathe.
He continues his assault as he works his way across my breasts and belly, leaving proof of what evil men like him are capable of.
“Get off of me!” I scream out as the tears continue to pour down my cheeks.
I try valiantly to use my legs to kick him off, but it’s no use with my hands secured above me.
I sob when he grabs my knees and forces my legs open wide.
“Please don’t,” I beg when he settles his broad shoulders between my spread thighs.
He is unhearing, set on taking from me by force as he ignores my pleas.
My skin feels like it’s on fire as he drags his rough hand down the center of my chest, over my stomach, and down to my mound before trailing his fingers through my folds.