Chapter 16
WREN
My stomach grumbles and I look at my phone. It’s been longer than ten minutes and I have a feeling that Axel got sidetracked. I stack my papers, putting them in my bag before deciding to see what’s keeping him.
I walk out of the suite and go downstairs, stopping when I hear the guys talking loudly.
“Pussy whipped,” Luke mutters. “Both of you.”
“You just wait, fucker,” Rowan grumbles. “A woman is going to come along and knock you on your ass someday. Then you’ll understand.”
That makes me laugh to myself because Rowan is so in love with Everly and their little girl. I never thought I would see the day that Rowan fell that hard that fast. It’s a good look for him, though.
“You, I understand,” Luke slurs. “It’s him that I don’t. I mean, it’s Wren!” He laughs and my stomach sinks. “That girl doesn’t have a relationship bone in her body. Don’t you see that?”
“You’re fucking drunk, Luke,” Axel mutters.
“I am but we all see it! That girl isn’t relationship material. So, it’s best that you fuck her out of your thoughts and get back to life as usual.”
My heart is in my throat as I rush back upstairs and into the suite.
I run inside the bedroom and pack up my toiletries and clothes, before grabbing my work bag and heading downstairs.
I avoid the main room and rush outside and over to my car.
I throw everything inside and start the engine, waiting just long enough for the prospects to open the gate before I peel out and towards my apartment.
I should have known that this was too good to be true. Of course, it was. Why wouldn’t they all think of me like that? They’re not exactly wrong.
I’ve never had a long-lasting relationship. I’ve never had a guy do anything to keep me. I’ve never had a guy fight for me. I’ve never been the girl that men want to spend their lives with. I’m the one they want to fuck. I’m good enough for sex, but that’s it.
I fight the sob that works its way up my throat but fail. It’s funny how a few words from someone you thought respected you can destroy everything. I feel tears work their way down my cheeks and angrily swipe them away.
I know I don’t have long before the prospects report me leaving and someone shows up at my place, but I’ll deal with that when it happens.
My mind is racing as I pull into my apartment’s parking lot.
My vision tunnels, letting me know I’m probably getting another migraine from crying. It just makes me cry harder, though.
I climb out of the vehicle and grab all my bags, forcing myself to walk even though I just want to crawl in bed. I stop outside my door and pull out my key, unlocking the door and stepping inside.
I hear something behind me, but it’s too late to stop him before he barrels in after me.
Dylan kicks my door shut and then tackles me to the floor.
I hit my chin and bite my tongue, the coppery taste of my blood filling my mouth as I turn over to defend myself.
He’s on me in the next second. I kick and scratch until he gets close enough, then I punch and slap.
“This could have all been avoided if you just gave into me!” He growls before slapping me so hard that my vision darkens to the point that I think I lose consciousness.
I come to when he’s pulling my leggings from my body. It takes a moment before my mind and body become one again, so my movements are sluggish as I try to fight him off.
“No,” I mumble. “No!”
I kick and cry as he flips me over and presses his weight on me. It’s hard to breathe. I thrust my head back and hear a crunch as I hit his nose. It hurts him, but it makes my head ache and my ears ring. It doesn’t stop him, either.
I feel him tear my underwear from my body and then he kicks my legs apart. I fight with all my might, but I’m losing my strength. I cry into my floor while I hear him lower his zipper. It gives me a last boost of energy.
I buck my hips and fight like hell to lift my upper body, but it’s of no use. He smacks my head into the ground, and it makes the fight leave my body. He flips me over again, and it’s like my body is a ragdoll, my limbs lifeless as he staddles my hips.
His weight on top of me is too much. I can’t move. I can’t fight. I’m just praying that someone from the club shows up and saves me, because I can’t save myself.
I try to block everything out as he pulls his penis free and begins to jerk himself off.
I feel my body scraping across my floor as he thrusts into his hand while straddling me.
I try to buck him off again, screaming in anger, but he puts his arm over my mouth to silence me.
I bite him with all I have left. I taste his blood as he screams and punches me with his other hand.
I release him and lay there as he goes back to jerking off, spraying his release onto my pelvis.
A loud bang from outside startles him and he looks around frantically as he tucks himself back into his pants and climbs to his feet. I cry to myself as he leans down and pats me on the cheek with a smile.
“I’ll see you soon, Wren,” he says as he walks back toward the door. “Then we can finish this.”
I hear the door close as he leaves and then I lay there in agony until I black out.