“You said this was nothing.”
“It is nothin’. It’s us fuckin’.”
“That’s it?” she asks. I nod my head and grab my shirt, pulling it over my head.
“That’s it.” In my head, that’s what I’m telling myself, but the more I learn about her, the more I like having her around. Even when I don’t want to talk about shit, Anika feels comfortable enough to talk to me. I’ve learned about her past, I’ve learned about her family. But there’s something she’s holding onto. Something she’s holding back from me, and I want it. I want to know what it is.
“Then I’m done,” she says as she pulls her own clothes on. I chuckle, which only serves to piss her off. She dresses quickly and heads for the door when I stop her. I step in front of her, blocking her exit. There’s no way in hell that this is over until I say it’s over. That pussy belongs to me, even if the girl doesn’t.
“What the hell do you mean you’re done?”
“Just what I said. This isn’t worth it for me. I need more.”
“You want flowers? Candy and romance? Then you might as well go. I can’t give you that shit,” I tell her truthfully.
“You said all this is sex.”
“That’s what I can do.”
“Then I don’t want to do it anymore,” she says. I sigh and run my hand through my hair as she looks up at me.
“What do you want from me, Anika?”
“I don’t know, Patch. I don’t fucking know.”
“Then why get pissy?”
“I don’t know,” she sighs. I lift my hand and rest it on her cheek as she gazes up at me.
“Then let it be. You don’t like what we’re doin’?”
“I do like it. I just get attached to people easily,” she admits.
“I get it. Let’s just see what happens, yeah? It’s only been a few weeks.” She finally gives in and nods her head. Then I lean down and press my lips to hers. She lets me kiss her and slide my tongue into her mouth. I toy with hers until I hear her moan. When I pull away, she smiles up at me.
I pull the door open and walk her out into the main room. We head out the front door, and I walk her to her car. Just as I’m about to open her door for her, I hear the squeal of tires. I whip around just in time to see men jumping out of a van. I step in front of Anika, ready for a fight. The men come at me quickly, but I’m ready. I swing and hit one, but then they’re rushing me. Anika screams, but it doesn’t last long. She quickly goes silent, and that unnerves me.
I’m about to spin around, but I’m hit in the head. That’s all I needed. Everything goes black.
Chapter 8
Anika
I’m dizzy and nauseous. I’m slowly waking up to pressure on top of me. I blink my eyes rapidly, trying to get them to focus when I feel it. I’m being raped. I’m being violated. I try to move, but there’s nothing I can do. I’m weak, and I don’t know why. I cry out, but the sound seems muffled.
It seems like this goes on forever when they finally move off me. My head lolls to the side, and I can finally see Patch. He’s chained to a pole across the room. His head is flopped forward, his eyes closed and swollen.
I glance around as the man leaves the room that we’re in. It looks like an old basement. I try to move my arms, but find I’m cuffed to a post.
“Patch?” I call his name, hoping like hell he can hear me. He doesn’t move, and that bothers me. Is he even breathing? Is he alive? He has to be. This is a fucking nightmare come true. I don’t know what the hell is happening, who would have taken us, or why.
I tug at the binds holding my arms in place, trying to get free, but I can’t. I glance around, looking for anything that I could use to pick the cuffs, but there’s nothing. I sigh and stop tugging since all it’s doing is hurting my wrists more. I shift so that I can sit up and drag my knees to my chest.
“Patch,” I say once more, but he doesn’t move. I squint my eyes trying to see if I can see his chest moving, but it’s too dark in here.
Thoughts of my brother cross my mind. This is for him. This was all for him. Everything I’ve been doing was to find out about him, and I’ve failed. It’s been weeks since I’ve been with Patch, and I still don’t know any more than I did to begin with. I haven’t asked Patch about him. I haven’t heard any talk about him. What the hell am I doing then? I’m getting too attached to him is what I’m doing. I can feel it deep within me. Spending time with Patch has been easy. He’s an easy person to be around. He listens to me, and in his own fucked up way, it almost seems like he cares, even though he doesn’t want a relationship.
I should have known better. I should have seen it coming, but I didn’t want to give in to that reality. I wanted to believe this was all about my brother. I wanted to tell myself that’s what it was, but I was lonely. And now I’m here. Only God knows where here is. Or what they want. I don’t even know who the hell they are. I’ve never seen them before in my life. I don’t have enemies that I know of aside from Alan. And he isn’t one to worry about.
