Chapter Eighteen
Olivia
Eighteen Hours Later
The basement smells like blood, sweat, and stale sex.
My back is still on fire, my belly hurts, and my vagina feels like it’s been beaten half to death.
I am hardly conscious, and Jett is so fucking out of it that I am surprised he is even awake.
Barely, but he is. I am curled up next to him, and they have finally stopped drugging him, which means he has stopped fucking me.
He keeps muttering apologies, and it’s heartbreaking.
I hear the basement door open, and I don’t flinch anymore. They are either here to drug him or sell me. I am trying to hold out hope that someone will find us, and it’s gotten hard the last few hours, but then I hear his voice.
“She has some nice titties from what I saw on the stream,” Rhett grunts.
“Real, too,” Miguel says. “Olivia, get up.”
I groan, but force myself to get up. When I see Rhett standing next to Miguel, it takes everything in me not to run to him. Instead, I drop my head and try not to smile.
Miguel is a smart man, but apparently not smart enough.
“She’s got a lot of scars,” Rhett says, scanning me.
“She’s got a bit of an attitude problem, but she’s clean and can really take a beating, if you know what I mean,” Miguel says, and Rhett lets out the fakest laugh. “You’re getting a discount for her weight and the scars. I could take a little more off for that mouth of hers”
“Eh. I like them mouthy,” Rhett says, circling me. He smacks my ass hard, and I yelp. “What kind of risk does she carry?”
“She has family, but she’s gone missing before,” he says. “Her last owner kept her isolated, but you could probably train her to be in public if you have a heavy enough hand.”
“Refund if I don’t wanna keep her?”
“Always,” he says. “If she is injured, you’ll only get half back. Dead, you get nothing.”
“I’ll take her,” Rhett says, grabbing my chin and lifting my face. “She’ll make a fine little toy.”
“Fuck her, and she’s yours,” Miguel says.
“Can we do it away from the dead guy? He’s a bit of a turn-off,” Rhett laughs.
“Yeah, grab her and come up. You can use a private room,” Miguel says, laughing with him.
Rhett grabs my arm and roughly pulls me up the stairs.
I nearly trip a few times, but he doesn’t let me fall.
When we get to the private room, Rhett pushes me down on my knees in front of the couch to lay me across the seat.
This allows me to rest until I hear his zipper.
He gently squeezes my hips, almost as if to warn me, and I relax.
I am aware of what is happening, and it’s honestly brilliant.
There is no way Bodhi can get anywhere near this place, but Rhett can.
Obviously he would send the man he trusts the most.
Rhett spits in his palm before coating himself, and then slowly pushes into me.
Fuck, what the fuck is up with these men having such giant dicks?
He is just as big as Bodhi and Jett, stretching me far more than my body can handle.
He doesn’t shove as deep or thrust as hard, only doing what he absolutely has to to get us out of here.
His movements are intentionally gentler, but my body reacts in a way I don’t expect.
I cover my mouth as a moan slips out of me, and I am thankful in ways I cannot explain that I am getting this reprieve.
As he moves, warmth rushes over my body, and I relax completely.
The pain in my body dulls, and I just focus on Rhett.
When a weak orgasm ripples through me, my body tightens, and Rhett groans as he comes. He doesn’t hesitate to pull me up to stand, and Miguel laughs.
“Money sent?” Miguel asks.
“Yep. Already transferred,” Rhett says coolly.
“Take her,” Miguel says, throwing a plain black dress at me.
I quickly pull it on, and Rhett grabs my arm to pull me out of the room.
I keep my head down and drag my feet as he takes me, so I look scared and reluctant.
As we get outside, he opens the back door of an SUV I don’t recognize, and shoves me into the back.
He casually gets in and drives off. Jett is sitting in the floorboard with his knees to his chest and his head down.
When we get far enough away, I lay on the back seat and place my head on his shoulder.
“We’re okay,” I whisper. Jett lifts his head to look at me and has tears in his eyes. He nods once and lays his cheek against my head.
We stay like this for the entire drive. Rhett is driving us in circles to make sure we aren't being followed. I don’t want to think about anything else right now. I just know we are safe, and Bodhi is alive. Rhett would have told me if he wasn’t.
I have a feeling that either Luke or Kate is hiding in this vehicle somewhere, and that’s how Jett got out. When we stop, and the door at my feet opens, Rhett gently scoops me into his arms. I lift my head and see Luke and Kate helping Jett out, so I relax.
“Is Bodhi…” I start to ask quietly.
“He’s okay,” Rhett says. “Are you?”
“Very sore. And tired. Jett…” I say.
“Needs some rest,” Rhett says as he carries me into the house.
“Oh my God, is she…” I hear Bodhi start, but Rhett shushes him.
“She’s okay, Bodhi,” Rhett says. “You should be resting.”
“Bite me,” Bodhi grumbles, and I laugh sleepily. “Take them upstairs to my room. It will help keep her cool so she can sleep.”
“You get your ass up here and rest, too,” Kate commands from behind us. “Now.”
“Yes ma’am,” Bodhi mutters mockingly.
“I’m filthy,” I mutter.
“Kate. Luke. Can you help me clean them up?”
“Yeah,” Kate says.
“Sit them on the bench,” Bodhi says.
“Take your ass over to that bed and sit down. You got fucking shot, Bodhi,” Kate scolds him again. “She’s okay. Just let us get them comfortable, and you can cuddle her. Okay?”
“Okay,” Bodhi sighs.
Jett and I are placed in the shower. Rhett and Kate help clean me, since I have the injuries, and Luke helps Jett.
When we are clean, I am put in one of Bodhi’s shirts, and they just have Jett put on boxers so we can be laid down.
For a moment, I am facing Bodhi, but then I hear the most heartbreaking sob come out of Jett.
“You’re okay,” Bodhi says when I look up at him. I roll to my other side and urge Jett to face me. When he does, I wrap him in a hug and hold him close to my chest. He falls apart into sobs as his body shakes, and I can even hear Kate sniffing back tears as we all move through the emotions of this.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Jett cries.
“Jett,” I say, gently lifting his face to look at me. “You saved us, Jett. We’re okay. We’re home.”
Bodhi snuggles in close behind me and kisses my shoulder.
By the time his breathing finally evens out, Jett falls asleep in my arms. I can hear Bodhi snoring softly behind me.
When I glance up, Rhett has passed out in a chair he has pulled close to the edge of the bed behind Jett.
Kate and Luke are sitting on the little love seat, and smile at me.
“I’m glad you’re okay,” Kate says quietly.
“Sleep, Liv. We are all right here,” Luke says. I nod and relax into the bed, letting myself fall asleep finally.