I’m lifted and thrown onto something hard, causing my head to slam against it so hard my vision blackens, then I hear a zipper being pulled down and feel something warm between my legs as hands grab my face, pinching my cheeks, forcing me to open my mouth.
“Fuck her mouth raw, and I’m going to ruin her cunt for any other man. Fuck it! We may need her, but I’ll cage her in the basement until after the wedding,” Jake spits as his dick breaches my core and ruts into me.
“Fucking slut never knows when to shut the fuck up, and her little boyfriends are done! Harley’s in Jail. Dalton has the mute. Braxton is a junky. Caspian and Maverick are next! Did you set up the meeting?” Jacob Lee asks as the room spins and his cock is shoved down my throat, gagging me. Choking me.Did he say Harley was in jail? Braxton is a junky? What the fuck is going on?
“Yes, everything is in place. It’s time to take everything that is owed to us!” Jake says as he continues to rut into me. I thrash around, trying to fight them off, but another punch to the ribs and the side of my head has darkness seeping in and everything goes black.
“Hang on, Cherry, Don’t you die on us,” Spade begs,
“Fuck, where do we take her? Does she have a home? We know nothing about her, but here we are, saving a stranger,” Dario spits.
“Man, I don’t know, but fuck, she’s in pretty bad shape. What the fuck did they do to her? I can’t stand these fucking men. They are just as bad as The Aces,” Spade yells. I cough and snap my eyes open. “Damn, Cherry. There you are,” he says, and I groan, coughing again then wincing because my ribs are screaming in pain.
“Enthralled. T-take me to En-Enthralled. I-I need J-Johnny,” I stammer, trying to take a deep breath but can’t. My chest hurts, everything just fucking hurts. Tears fall down my face and I sob as Spade squeezes me tighter in his lap.
“Enthralled? Are you sure, Cherry? There’s nowhere else to take you?” he asks, and I shake my head. I can’t just go back to the guys after everything. I won’t put them in more danger than they are already in.
“Y-yes. Please t-take me t-to J-johnny ” I stutter again, and he nods.
“Okay. Just close your eyes and take short breaths. I’m pretty sure you have a broken rib, or at least it’s badly bruised and needs wrapping,” he tells me, and I smile as my lips split and the taste of copper hits my taste buds.
“Are you a doctor?” I ask, and he chuckles.
“No, Cherry, I just know a few things,” he answers, and I settle in his lap, pressing my battered body into his warmth.
“I can’t believe this is where we are taking her and expected to just leave her here. What the fuck?” Dario says.
“I know, but we aren’t left with much of a choice,” he says as the car comes to a stop.
“We’re here. Let me go in and find this Johnny guy,” Dario states. The car door shuts and I listen to Spade’s heart beating in his chest.
“You sure about this?” he asks, and I look up at him and nod.
“Yep. This is my life, and Johnny is the only one I feel safe with here,” I answer truthfully, and he kisses the top of my head.
“Alright, I can accept that,” he says as the door swings open.
“Presley!” Johnny yells, and I open my eyes to see him, and his are wild with anger. “Thank you both for bringing her back to me. What do I owe you?” he asks, but Spade shakes his head.
“Nothing man. Just get her inside and checked out. They really did a number on her,” he tells him as Johnny gently scoops me in his arms and carries me through the back entrance of Enthralled. I lay my head against his chest, kissing the bottom of his neck.
“Who did this to you? I want fucking names, Presley. This was not supposed to happen ” he growls.
“It-it—
“Yo, Johnny. You got room for me tonight?” a man asks, covered in tattoos and wearing a MC cut.Devils Incarnate.
“Not tonight, D’mitiri. Talk to Deanna and make an appointment. I’m in the middle of something,” he says, and the guy huffs.
“You can bring her along. I like when they are battered already. Makes the fight so much sweeter,” he groans, and Johnny growls.
“Not this one. Fuck off and make an appointment,” he orders, and D’mitri holds his hands up in surrender.
“Okay, okay. Fine,” he states then walks away.
“Sorry about that. I can’t stand that prick. He’s such a piece of shit,” he tells me, and I lay my head back down as we enter the same room we’ve been in since I arrived. He lays me on the bed and removes the jacket Spade covered me with. “Jesus fucking christ. What’s their name? They will not live to see the sun go down tonight! I’m going to rip them to shreds, limb by fucking limb,” he growls, and I reach up to cup his face.
“I want them dead more than anything, and I want to be there to help!” I spit.
