Chapter 12
Alisa
What? Do I have a fucking bullseye on my back? A red arrow hanging over my head? I had been free for weeks, and then this nasty fucker found me.
I had finally found a comfortable rhythm. The place I was staying in had a heater and a clean bathroom. The kitchenette was perfect compared to what I was becoming used too.
Sadly, my standards had hit a dive. But the floors were clean, and it had come with furniture. A hand clamped over my mouth, and something hard hit the back of my head.
Darkness came for me and then the transformation was complete. That coldness, that darkness that I’d been avoiding, swallowed me as the light left and the emptiness came.
When I was finally able to open my eyes, I was strung up like a fresh kill. My hands over my head in some sort of crack house.
“About fucking time.”
I looked at the nasty, greasy man in front of me.
“We need to move this shit along. You’re going to marry me.”
I snarled and laughed at the same time my feet touched the floor. Standing, I took the weight from my hands.
Tingles and needles moved under my skin, and my wrists throbbed painfully.
“What’s so fucking funny?”
“You are.”
His eyes turned to little slits.
“You’re going to be my wife, and you will learn your fucking place!”
His hand connected with my cheek and blood coated my tongue.
“I will never marry you.”
His eyes got smaller, and his anger had spit foaming around his mouth. He reminded me of an angry, rabid dog.
His laughter was something I wasn’t expecting.
“No one’s going to save you.”
He was right, and I knew that. I was alone out here, and no one was coming to my rescue. But I didn’t need a savior.
“I really need to pee.”
I tried to sound sweet, and from the look on his face, I succeeded. I wasn’t staying here. That same line I used on Dio worked on Tony or, so I thought.
“Piss in your panties.”
I smiled at him.
“You really want to deal with that when it’s time to, you know.”
I raised my eyebrows, and his eyes darkened as thoughts of him, and I on a bed flashed through his brain. I watched in disgust as his cock hardened through his clean, blue jeans.
He may be a disgusting sleaze ball, but he did dress in clean, nice clothes. I’d give him that. His fingers tugged on the rope, removing it from the hook. Who the fuck has a hook hanging from the ceiling in their house?
My hands were still tied together. Lowering them to my abdomen, I bit my lip as the blood flow started to return causing more pins and needles.
Tears of frustration and discomfort filled my eyes.
“Make it quick, bitch. We have someplace to be.”
I smiled as my feet carried me in the direction he pointed. The flimsy dirty once white door closed behind me. I looked around the room and smiled when I saw the other door.
It was one of those weird bathrooms that had two entrances. Reaching for the faucet, I turned it on. Just enough to make It sound like I was peeing.
Tiptoeing to the door, I slowly opened it. The room it led to was empty. The window was open, and the other door closed.
I couldn’t believe my luck. As I swung one leg out the window, I heard a door crash and the unmistakable sound of gunfire.
That was my cue to get the fuck out. My other leg was out the window. I looked at the three-foot drop. You have to love old houses, especially ones that have no basement.
I gritted my teeth at the impact, and growled out in frustration as I was once again barefoot.
“Where the fuck is she?”
Jason’s voice was cold and unyielding. Shivers of both fear and desire had my body shaking, slightly.
“She’s in the bathroom.”
I heard the door open. Running around the car in front of me, I ducked down and started counting. One, two, three, four, five… six, seven, eight… nine, ten…
“She’s not in here.”
That was what I was waiting for. Standing, I ran away from the road and started cutting through yards. After ten houses I could see a tree line and knew that’s where I needed to be.
Chapter 13
Jason
The house had an undeniable stench to it. Uncleaned bodies and sweat. It was filthy and full of disease. Jaxson had Tony pinned to the floor with a well-placed foot to the throat.
I was getting tired of asking.
“Where the fuck is she?”
“I don’t know man. She went to the bathroom minutes before you walked in.”
Alisa was smart. Always had been. It was a trait I loved about her, but right now it was grating on my last nerve. Tony’s fingers were clenched in the tan carpet.
“Where the fuck did you find her?”
Another question I was fucking sick of asking.
“Grocery store, man. She was buying food.”
Fuck! Mother fucker. Keep your cool.
“Tell me everything.”
He shook his head, and anger warred with the need to take his life. A sudden calm overtook me. I knew what he wanted with her.
What they all wanted with her. Looking Tony in the eye, I pulled the trigger. One well-placed bullet through the eye. Then another through the heart.
I didn’t say a word as I walk from the room. My brother was right behind me. I knew he was questioning my sanity.
“We’ll find her.”
“Should have never been like this.”
He knew what I meant, and I wasn’t so sure I could forgive anyone involved, myself included.