Chapter 36 Laynie
Adrug dealer.
This really would be my luck. He was a criminal, which is why he was at the house the night he found me. He was one of them, maybe not a rapist, but still a criminal. I couldn’t be around him. I had to leave, and I had to leave now. When I told her we were going home, Charlie would agree. Back to Tennessee, back to the farm, where life is simple.
The car ride was silent as I brewed in my own thoughts. Maybe he knew his dad was Alek’s boss, and he was just playing dumb to get me here with him. Maybe he pretended to not be one of them to manipulate me into compliance. I felt sick to my stomach and thought I might puke out the window. I wasn’t sure what he really wanted from me, other than what all men wanted. He endured a lot to bring me here. Why would he do that? Did Alek not know that he was Don’s son? He couldn’t have because Alek tied him up in the basement. Had he known who Linc was, he wouldn’t have done that. But how was J.C. involved in this? She didn’t seem malicious and Linc had said he saved her from their father, but why was their father still around?
I had a headache trying to piece this all together. One thing I knew was eventually none of this would matter. I was getting out of here for good, and I’d never return to NYC. Linc would be a distant memory to me and although I appreciated everything he did, even if his intentions were pure, I had to leave. I wondered, what if he doesn’t let me leave? What if he holds me here as his prisoner? I would have to consult Charlie to find the best way out. We could leave while he was sleeping and take the train to the airport. I am pretty sure that Charlie has money to get us home and if she doesn’t, I will call my mom. Although I wanted to call her now, it made more sense to fly home and sort things out in person. The stress of waiting for me would overwhelm her. She had already been through so much.
Back at the apartment, I went directly to the bedroom with Linc close behind.
“Leave me alone.”
“You aren’t even going to let me explain?” he said, following behind.
“Explain? What the hell is there to explain? You lied to me, you made it seem like you were this savior and you’re just a puzzle piece in the operation they’re running.” I pushed at his chest when he moved towards me. “Don’t touch me. You’ll never touch me again.” I could see the hurt in his face, but I didn’t care.
“Laynie, I’m sorry.”
I slapped him across the face. Who am I? I’m not a violent person, or at least I didn’t use to be. He didn’t flinch, but only stared at me through sad eyes.
“My work was established long before you came into the picture. I have never shown you any different.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t need a drug dealer protecting me. I need nothing from you. I’m going home and you’ll never see me again. Now, move out of my way.” I pushed him out of the way and went into the bathroom.
I sat on the toilet trying to breathe, but I felt a panic attack creeping up my spine like a spider coming out from hiding. I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself when I felt something pressing against my leg, and remembered the knife Linc had given me earlier was still in my pocket. The excitement and relief that consumed me made me think I was losing my mind. I pulled the knife out and stared at it for a few minutes. It was a huge black pocket knife. The blade was curvy and sharp. I wondered how many people he had probably killed with this. That’s what drug dealers do right? Murder people. My mom and Charlie are the only reasons I haven’t ended it all. I pulled my pants down and traced over the old scars on my thighs. I pushed harder and felt the blade slice the skin open as the warmth of the blood dripped down my leg. The instant relief flooded through me as the blood dripped down into the toilet. A sudden bang at the door startled me and I cut too deep. Shit, shit, shit. I put the knife down and grabbed a rag from the sink, holding it to my leg.
“Go away,” I said.
“Laynie, what are you doing?”
I heard him pushing against the door with his body until it ripped open, and I watched his eyes scan the bathroom, realizing what I had done.
“Laynie, what the fuck?” He knelt next to me and placed his hand on the rag that was between my legs. I didn’t want him to touch me.
“I don’t need your help.” I tried shoving him away, but failed.
“You might not want my help, but you need it.” He grabbed another rag off the sink and pressed it on top of the other one.
I hated how my body felt with his hands so close to my core. The veins, the tattoos, the way he was so gentle with me. Stop it, Laynie. This isn’t right. You know his type.
He eventually sat down after a few minutes and pulled me into his lap, keeping his hand pressed on my wounds.
“The banging on the door made me accidentally cut deeper with the knife.”
“So, what you’re saying is, this is my fault?”
“Exactly,” I said.
He picked up the knife from the floor and folded it back in his pocket. “I hate when you do this because one day you’ll actually cut too deep. Stop.”
“I can’t. I need to feel the pain. You don’t understand.”
“Pain doesn’t have to mean slicing your body open. There are other ways,” he said as he dug through the drawer next to us and pulled out large band aids.
“Did you buy those for me?”
“What do you think?” He placed three bandages on my thighs, making sure his fingers slightly touched my core, and I shuddered. I hated he had this effect on me. When he finished, he looked down at me. “I’m sorry I’m not who you thought I was or feel like I’ve misled you. It was never my intention. Naturally, I don’t lead with that when I meet someone. ‘Hi, I’m Lincoln, drug dealer, CEO.’”
I wanted to laugh, but refrained. “Yeah, well, no one expects that, but when you decide to be intimate with someone or share parts of each other, that’s probably something you should explain. I am not that kind of girl to be involved with someone like you. I was a good person before. You have no idea who I am and what I want.”
“I know what you want,” he said, and with a forceful grip, reached out and seized my face, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my cheeks. The pressure intensified as he squeezed both sides. “You want pain, right?” He kissed me with a force of a wave crashing onto an empty shore.
I opened my mouth, letting him devour me. The pain of his fingers digging into me numbed my soul, and I embraced it until his hand slid down and grabbed my throat. My eyes shot open as I felt the panic and need to escape. “No, please,” I begged.
“Trust me,” he said.
I stilled as I felt my airway being cut off and I tried to relax under his grip, but the tears sprang to my eyes. I couldn’t speak, but I ripped at his hands around my throat. He briefly released me before lifting me off the ground, one hand wrapped around my waist and the other still gripping my throat. He was allowing me to breathe just enough not to panic, and I started to relax, enjoying the balance of fear and ecstasy. My pants were already at my feet and he tore them off and sat me on top of the sink. The porcelain was cold against my ass.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he said, and I obeyed.
As his face aligned with my breasts, his abs pressed against my core. He began to suck and bite on my nipples. I let out a whimper, which made him suck and bite harder. I felt myself trying to push the memory of Alek doing this to me away, but it came slamming into me full force. He used pliers once, and I was convinced he was going to rip them off before he was done with me. I caught Linc’s attention as my eyes glazed over, fixed on the wall.
He grabbed the back of my hair and tilted my head back. “I’m not him, Alayna. Come back to me.” He slid me forward, and I felt my wetness rubbing against him more.
My brain refocused on him and I rubbed my hands through his hair as he refocused on my breasts and started sucking again. It felt so good I thought I might orgasm against his stomach. My hips moved up and down, seeking friction to push me to the edge, until he paused.
“Not yet, baby.” He pulled away and left me feeling empty. I whimpered for him to come back, and he smiled a wolfish grin. He straddled me against his stomach as he picked me up and walked me to the bedroom. He laid me down on the bed but grabbed my thigh and turned me over on my stomach. Knowing the position, I tried to retreat, but he forcefully pressed his forearm on my back while getting on top of me.
I relaxed a bit as he lifted the pressure off my back. He reached under my waist and lifted my ass into the air. Part of me felt exposed and nervous, but another part felt ready for him. He spread my legs more and told me to get off my elbows. It completely exposed my ass to him and my legs were shaking with anticipation and nerves. I felt cool air blow on my pussy as he pressed his mouth against me and started sucking me from behind. His thumb sat at the entrance to my ass. I arched more, giving him a better angle, and a moan escaped his mouth. I felt the vibrations of his moan rip through me and I felt my climax building. His thumb rubbed the slickness of my pussy and circled around the hole of my ass. I felt my body rocking back and forth, secretly wanting him to enter me there. The pain was what I needed. He took the hint and pushed his thumb inside. My body let him in, but I craved more. “Please,” I begged.
I suddenly felt his length pushing up against the entrance. He went slow and rocked back and forth patiently until he was fully in my ass. I craved the pain and wanted him to move faster, but I know he was making sure he didn’t hurt me. Eventually, he found a rhythm that suited us both. He reached his hand underneath me and pinched my nipple. It pushed me over the edge and I climaxed.
His hand left my nipple and rubbed my clit while I was cumming on his hand. “Good girl,” his voice was rough. I felt his climax building as he picked up rhythm and the warm liquid squirted into my ass. He moaned into his release and laid gently on top of me. We sat there for a few minutes until he pulled out and left for the bathroom to clean up.
What the fuck was I doing? How did he have this control over me? I was planning on leaving tonight and instead I let him fuck me in the ass. What the fuck? I got up from the bed and cleaned myself up with a towel. I quickly went through the packages on the floor and found another outfit to wear. Hastily getting dressed, my goal was to leave before he came back out.
“Where are you going?” His voice echoed through the room and I jumped.
“I’m going home. It’s time.”
He looked at me with sad eyes, but nodded.
I felt a sudden relief that he was going to actually let me go.
“Let me take you to the airport at least, and buy your ticket.”
“You’ve done enough already. I can’t ask for anything else.”
“You’re not asking, I’m offering,” he said, as he moved close to me.
I nodded in agreement but felt guilty. His phone ringing on the nightstand made me jump. I saw an unknown number pop up on the screen and my heart started racing.
He swiped the phone to answer, and the voice that spoke on the other end sent chills up my spine.
“Lincoln, you have something that belongs to me,” Alek said.
“Fuck you,” Linc snarled.
“Tell your little girlfriend if she doesn’t come back to me, I’ll make sure her mother takes her place. I have no problem flying to Chattanooga to pick her up. She probably won’t last long at her age, but we can use her. Or… she can return to her rightful owner and I’ll leave her mother alone. She has 24 hours to decide.” The call ended.
My mind was racing. I couldn’t let him do this. “You need to call your dad.”
Linc looked up, puzzled. “Why would I call Don?”
“Because he’s…he’s one of them.” I paced the floor.
“What?” he asked.
“I didn’t know your involvement, so I couldn’t tell you earlier. I saw him here, in the kitchen with J.C.”
“What do you mean, he’s one of them?”
“I mean, he’s one of them! He’s Alek’s boss. I’ve seen him before.”
“No fucking way.”
“We need to call him. We should ask him to call off Alek. Maybe that will make him stop searching for me?”
“No, we’re not calling him. We’re going to see him.” Linc picked up his coat from the floor and put it on.
“W-what do you mean?“ Being close to this man was the last thing I wanted.
“I am going to confront him and you’re coming.”
“No, Linc. I can’t. I’m…afraid.”
“You don’t have to be afraid when you’re with me.”
Although I witnessed Eddie raid his apartment and shoot him, I decided not to mention it.
Linc walked past me into the living room. “J.C., Charlie, we have an errand to run. We’ll be back. Keep the door locked. Don’t answer it for anyone.”
“The fuck? You’re not taking her anywhere, you piece of shit.” Charlie stood in front of Linc as if she wasn’t half his size.
“Charlie, it’s okay. This is about mom. We have to protect her. Please trust me. The less you know, the better.” I’m not sure if this was true, but I had to trust Linc at the moment. What other choice did I have?
“Laynie, listen, you can’t trust this guy. He will either take you back to where you started or kill you.”
J.C. got up from the couch. “I know you think my brother is a criminal and a liar, but he’s a good person, with a big heart. He wouldn’t put Laynie in danger. I know him better than anyone else.”
“We need to go,” Linc said.