Chapter Four #4
Callie’s reaction only inspired Ryan more as he continued.
Between the alcohol and the extreme arousal she was already feeling, Callie started to come quickly and intensely.
It was one of the rare occasions when Ryan didn’t climax with her, and he continued his drives.
Callie’s orgasm prolonged as Ryan worked himself to his completion, and she groaned loudly again as the waves continued to shake her body.
Then she felt Ryan gasp as he finished. He stayed in and on top of her for a few moments, and Callie’s eyes started to wander around the room.
She noticed several people were watching them, and some who had watched were now bringing themselves to their own climax.
The sexual energy in the room was almost electric and was enough to turn Callie on again.
She slowly and subtly started to move her hips and tighten her muscles around Ryan. He quietly groaned in her ear,
“I think I need a few minutes,” he whispered.
He tried to pull away from her and sit up, but instead, she forced him to lie on the sofa, and she moved on top of him. She repeated her movements and contractions, but more forcefully, and she felt him hardening again.
“No, I don’t think you do,” she grinned.
Damian had spent several days visiting Annie to make sure she was OK.
She kept insisting that he not tell anyone what happened, especially Callie and Ryan.
Damian didn’t know how to handle it. He knew Annie wouldn’t quit the Service, and she likely would see Lawrence again.
She had lost her self-worth a long time ago and had become addicted to the money and lifestyle it provided.
She no longer had debt to pay off. She had no other reason to continue working for them, but somehow, every time she refused the Service, they convinced her by offering more money.
They knew she always had a price. It was just a matter of getting there.
Annie was recovering. Amanda had left specific care instructions, and Annie seemed to be following them diligently.
After a few days, she could talk again and began having conversations with Damian.
At first, it was awkward. Damian’s interactions with her had been limited, and on a couple of occasions he had to carry her while she was passed out.
She was Callie’s friend, and they barely knew each other.
But he realized he was all she had in that moment.
“You think I’m an idiot,” Annie said one day as they watched TV together.
“No,” Damian replied. “How am I in a position to judge you?”
He paused the show and turned to her, looking at her with sadness.
“I do wish you would leave the Service,” Damian said. “It’s only harmed you for as long as I’ve known you.”
“I know,” Annie said, looking down at her hands. “Have you quit?”
“Not officially,” he admitted. He had explained the reason for his absence to Annie. “I guess I want to see what happens with the trial.”
“And if it doesn’t clear you?” Annie challenged. “You’ll go back.”
“I don’t know,” he replied. “Probably.”
He didn’t want to think about the outcome of his trial.
As long as he didn’t, he could pretend it wasn’t happening.
The emotional torment it was causing him was almost unbearable.
He was not only reliving his own pain and guilt from that day, but Blake kept messaging him through various channels with further threats.
Damian kept ignoring the messages, but now he was worried and almost considered telling Ryan.
But he didn’t want either Ryan or Callie to worry about him any more.
“We’re the same, then,” Annie said. “You could walk away anytime. The debt doesn’t matter. You joined the Service to punish yourself. You could have stayed a hospital janitor. You didn’t have to join.”
She was right. Damian believed he didn’t deserve better, and at one point he felt obligated to pay the Ryders as much as possible, as quickly as possible.
But Annie was right. He did it to punish himself, and if a court decided he was still responsible for Brittnay’s death, he would likely continue to do so.
“You’re right,” Damian agreed. “Even with the information Ryan has now, I still feel her death was my fault. Not because I didn’t help her. I tried. But because I was the one who brought her there. I was her boyfriend, and I should have protected her better.”
“That’s just silly,” Annie said.
“I know,” he confirmed. “But I can’t change how I feel. And I definitely can’t change how her family feels about me, especially when they keep reminding me.”
“What do you mean?” Annie asked.
“Don’t tell Callie or Ryan,” Damian requested. Annie nodded. “Brittnay’s brother has been threatening me. He seems to have a new phone number or email address each week and is sending me messages.”
“Threatening you?” Annie repeated. “How? What’s he saying?”
Damian pulled out his phone, found a few of the more recent messages, and showed them to her. Annie gasped.
“Damian, you need to tell the police!” Annie insisted.
“You’re going to tell me I need to go to the police?” Damian laughed. “I don’t think you’re in a position to give me advice on that. And if you tell Ryan or Callie about this, remember you have secrets from them, too.”
“Fine,” Annie frowned at him.
It was late when Damian left Annie's place.
Since it was a weekday, the streets had only light nightlife and traffic.
He had parked his car only half a block away and headed toward it.
He was deep in thought, contemplating his conversation with Annie, and never noticed the car coming up behind him.
Not even when it jumped the curb and ran him down.