Chapter Twenty #2
“Gio… Gio, what’s wrong?” I ask, holding his face. He stumbles back a few steps, and I see the blood just as he drops to his knees.
“Run, Bunny,” he chokes out.
“I can’t leave you. Gio, no,” I cry as I get out of the truck. I don’t see anyone behind us, and the car in front of us is suspiciously empty now.
“Ayla, please. Run. Please,” he begs.
I glance over, and I see the SUV hidden behind a building.
Josh steps out with a pistol in his hand, and I know I have to lure them away from Giovanni.
He needs help, and he can’t get it if I am too close.
I quickly unlock my phone and dial emergency services as I step out of my shoes.
Giovanni nods once at me, and I turn and sprint away from all of them toward the wood line.
As I get across the road, I hear a gunshot again, and turn to see Josh standing over Giovanni.
I fucking left him to die.
Why did he tell me to run?
I can’t let him catch me.
I have to run.
I need to go.
Josh starts walking toward me, and I turn and sprint down the road. I decide I need to get as far as I can, but I can’t go as fast through the woods with no shoes on.
What I don’t expect is this motherfucker to run me down and tackle me.
When I slam into the grass, I start thrashing and kicking, trying to get away.
I don’t freeze, but I do stop when he manages to get me on my back as he straddles my body with his gun to my head.
“Are you done, Ayla? I told you I was coming for you,” he says with a wicked grin.
Fuck…
I nod because I will scream at him if I speak. He stands and pulls me up with him. The SUV pulls up to us seconds later, and I glance back at Giovanni lying in the road as I am shoved into the back of the SUV.
As we drive away, my heart hurts. I pray someone finds him quickly, but I doubt he survived two shots. He was bleeding pretty badly. I can’t fall apart, though. If I ever want to see Thane and Reid again, I have to keep my shit together.
I stay pressed against the door as we drive, wanting to open the door and jump. I stare at the handle and think about it, but he knows. “It won’t open,” Josh says, reaching past me to pull on the handle. “Why did you run?”
“Because I don’t want you,” I hiss. “Why the fuck else?”
He backhands me so hard that my head smacks against the window and I cry out in pain. I shrink into my seat and turn away from him with a whimper.
I survived Dad…
I can survive Josh…
I survived Dad…
I can survive Josh…
I survived Dad…
I can survive Josh…
I keep reminding myself that I am a fucking survivor. I won’t just roll over and die. That’s not who I am now.
“Why?” Josh repeats.
“I’m already pregnant,” I admit in a whisper.
“Well then…” he says, grabbing my chin and making me look at him. “I am a patient man. Unless you want me to carve that baby out of you, I suggest you never talk to me like that again. Understood?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Sir,” he says. “I know you are a submissive little bitch. You know how this works, right?”
“Yes, Sir,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Good. Now, we will confirm and go from there. When you have the baby, Thane can raise the little bastard, and I’ll put my own baby in your belly. Deal?”
“Yes, Sir,” I say, thankful he isn’t about to carve out my insides.
“You will still serve me however I want, without question. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir,” I say again.
“Good girl. Come over here and suck my cock then. Show me how safe you want to keep that baby,” he says, sitting back. I growl and clench my teeth, but move to unbuckle his pants.
Right now, what I am thinking about is my baby. That’s it. If I want to keep them safe, I have to play Josh’s game. Clearly, he doesn’t want to sell me, and only wants one thing, so I will play by his rules and wait until I can safely escape.
I grab the base of his dick and glare at him before lowering down. “Better be good, or I’ll carve that baby out right here in this truck. Don’t think I’m not willing to fuck you with a knife to prove a point,” Josh warns.
Fucking lowlife piece of shit…
I take him into my mouth and swirl my tongue around the head before sucking.
He groans and relaxes significantly, letting me know I’m not about to get knife fucked.
“Deeper, whore. We all know you were running around on Thane with that man. I know you can take a cock,” he grunts, lifting his hips a bit.
This means he isn’t aware that Reid and Giovanni were my partners… This is good, right?
I take him to the back of my throat and commit to saving my child. I suck hard and stroke him as I bob my head, making a real attempt at giving him a heart attack at the least. He moans like a wild animal but doesn’t take over.
When he starts to come, he snaps an order at me.
“Don’t swallow,” he commands, holding my head still as his dick twitches on my mouth.
When he pulls me up, he grabs the sides of my face and kisses me.
I am fucking disgusted when he shoves his tongue into my mouth and essentially eats his come out of me.
When he pulls back, he pats my cheek and puts his dick away. “Good girl.”
What in the actual fuck just happened?
I am realizing a few things. Firstly, he is a fucking psycho.
Secondly, he is a freak. Thirdly, if I act willingly, he is easier on me.
Lastly, I can see on his face that he is going to torture me.
Unless I want that to hurt, I need to lose my attitude and just keep saying ‘yes, Sir’.
I have already decided that I am going to cut his fucking throat, but I need to earn his trust so he will drop his guard a bit.
That might take some time, so I need to be prepared that I might be with him for a while.
As long as he dies and I get to go home one day, I am okay.
He has broken me, but no one will tame me.