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Then she had to go and ruin it by screaming out the cocksucker’s name. After that, I fucking snapped. With every blow I delivered, my dick hardened. I had relished the sounds of her cries as they echoed off the playroom walls. Then she had to go and start fighting back.
Every scratch my Kitten delivered only served to heighten my own arousal. That, in turn, pushed me further. Her screams sung to my blackened soul, like a modern-day symphony, and the trigger— was calling out one of the fucking dick’s who used her like the town bikes
“Why? Why did you make me hurt you like that?” I asked, shaking my head. I wasn’t a complete monster; somewhere deep down inside of me was a sliver of kindness. One that only came out when I was around her. “I wouldn’t have had to do that if you had just called out my name, Kitten?”
Why couldn't she love me? What was so fucking wrong with me that everyone around me treated me like I was either a monster or a burden?
I would have finished if my fucking cousin and the douche she had been living with hadn’t busted in like white knights in shining fucking armor. Tackling me, throwing punches. My jaw still hurt from the blows he dealt me. The look on his face when he realized who I was made me smile.
“What the fuck you smiling at, motherfucker?” That roommate of hers growled. After everything died down somewhat, Logan had left me in the hands of Damon and some other fucker. Once my identity had been revealed, they had been anything but gentle with the man caught screwing their whore. I didn’t know about the other dick that was here, but Damon, he’d have to be hurting considering the fucker couldn’t close the deal with her.
“Just reminiscing,” I chuckled, knowing I was asking for more trouble. Frankly, I didn’t give a damn. It would only make it that much sweeter once I got my Kitten back in my bed. It’s something I knew Damon wished he could have, except the douche had gone and gotten himself firmly friend-zoned. “You know? All the things I did to that tight as fuck body of hers. All the things you only wish you could do.”
The sudden pain, as Damon’s fist connected with my stomach, sent me doubling over, but I laughed all the same. A fist in my hair, he yanked my head up, bringing us eye to eye. “Listen, you sick fuck. As much as I want to end you right now for what you put her through both now and when she was younger,” the snarl that spread across his face and that flash of darkness in his eyes, it’s something that only a true psychopath would recognize, “I won’t do that to her. I don’t care what you think you may know about Phoenix and me, but I can guaran-fucking-tee that you have it all wrong.”
“But do I really?” Flashing him a shit-eating grin, tempting the bear was reckless, but then I guess you could say, I didn’t give a fuck right now. “You can’t tell me you haven’t dreamt about what it would feel like to wrap her long blonde hair around your fist while you slammed your cock deep inside her cunt from behind. To have her screaming out in pleasure while you wrap your hand around her throat and pinch her nipples. To have her squeeze your cock as you fill her to the brim.”
Just thinking about it now made me so fucking hard it hurt. Biting my lower lip, I can’t help but smile again as I relished in the knowledge that I’d fucking got to shoot my load in her cunt. This time earning myself a knee to the stomach as the other douche here threw me to the floor. Laughing at how angry they were getting won me another boot to the gut. Looking up from the floor, I got a good look at the new guy. Tall, dark hair that hung in his eyes, tattoos covered every part of him that wasn’t covered in denim or leather. He looked like he’d stepped foot right off the set of Sons of Anarchy.
“You’re clearly either really stupid or just fucking incapable of feeling anything.” There was a sudden hardness in the new guy’s voice. “You claim to care and want her so fucking bad. Badly enough to fucking take her against her will and lock her up. Yet you haven’t processed the fact that your beat down may have god damn near killed her?”
Hearing that stops me in my tracks. “What do you mean I almost killed her?” Suddenly my head was all over the shop. I couldn’t have hurt her that badly; I’d remember. Sure I’d given her a lesson, but she would be fine. Right? I mean, she was talking as Logan bundled her out.
“You beat her to a bloody pulp, big man,” I wish I had a name to put to this fucker. The douche that got me good in the stomach finally spoke up, cocking his head to one side while sizing me up. “Does it make you feel like a man beating down on a woman?”
“She wasn’t that badly injured; it was just a few slaps across the face.” I try to recall through the haze, they were just a few slaps right? “Come on; you can’t tell me you haven’t done the same to one of your biker whores in the clubhouse.”
These guys were exactly like me. They wanted to believe that they’re good. That my Kitten makes them better than me. That somehow, just being around Phoenix made us all better men, but at the heart of it all, they are just as evil as I was. The only thing that made my actions stand out, I was trying to save my Kitten from the likes of these fuckers not to mention, Stryker Lennox.
“Are you delusional?” Damon spat at me in disgust. His clear disdain was written all over his face, but it wasn’t hard to see the concern he had for her either. “She was barely breathing when Logan carried her out of here.”
“That’s a bit of an exaggeration, don’t you think?” he was exaggerating, wasn’t he? Even as the words bounced around inside my skull, I wondered, had I been a little too rough with her? It wouldn’t have been the first time someone has told me I’d gone too far. It was a common point of contention between Taylah and I. Doubt started to seep in. “Tell me where she really is.”
“Can we just knock him out now and save us the trouble of having to listen to the prick?” Douchebag number two asks Damon, all while tightening his grip on my arms as he yanked me off the floor. It kinda pissed me off that they were so vague about my Kitten. Couldn’t they understand she was mine? “He is a special brand of crazy D’.”
Meanwhile, they were roughly pushing me through the corridor of my bunker. “Knocking him out now would mean we’d have to carry the fucker out,” Damon said, guiding me into the other rooms off of the corridor. “Madz, make sure when we get this fucker in the van, we come back and clear out these other rooms. Make sure to take anything of value as well. I don’t see why we can’t profit off this deranged asshole.”
Chapter Six - Logan
Beep. . . beep . . .beep . . .beep . . .
The sound of the monitors pulled me from my slumber. Surveying the room, I saw that Jonah was laid out in the roll away, dead asleep. Stryker was sitting opposite me, his head resting on the bed, one hand resting on her face, while the other engulfed her tiny hand. Like me, he hadn’t left her side since we’d arrived. Couldn’t say I blamed him, to be honest.
Everything about the night that Kyle died had been playing on loop in my head. Every time I fucking closed my eyes, I was reminded of the last conversation I had with my parents. They fucking knew. There was no denying it. Every time it replayed, I would remember more and more detail. They had been arguing about not speaking up and helping out my Tiny Dancer’s dad.
Getting up, I stretched my arms. We had decided to take turns sleeping. All of us had agreed that no one other than Jonah, Stryker, Damon, and I, were to be left alone with her. Her injuries were extensive. Broken ribs, bruising over most of her body. She also had a concussion, and had needed stitches for the cuts above her eye and lip.
The bed enveloped her fragile frame. She was hooked up to several machines: one for breathing, another monitoring her heart, and the final was an I.V. The doctors had gone on and on about how she was severely dehydrated. Due to the swelling, it was hard to figure out whether she had eaten over the previous week, but I’d say it was a winning bet that she hadn’t.
Grabbing my bag, I took out the journal that had turned my world upside down. I couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened if I’d only gotten to her a second earlier when we were at the cabin. Maybe I’d pushed too hard for her to forgive me. Why was my cousin so determined to make my Tiny Dancer his?
Over the previous day or so, I had been reading the journal more thoroughly, considering I’d had nothing better to do. I couldn’t help but think that I may have been the catalyst that made Kyle take her this time. And if I had just continued to read the damn thing in the first place, I would have found out sooner that Kyle was still alive. The more I read, the clearer it became that he was consumed with trying to one up me.
It was all in there: records of his observations and interactions with her for the past four years. So far, I had made it to last Christmas. It was around that time that he had decided to start putting his plans together to snatch her. They were all incredibly detailed entries, from what I could see.
I need to start getting things in order. My Kitten has started to become too relaxed in her current environment. I’ve been able to get the Juilliard letterhead, and I am aware of the summer program auditions coming up next month. I know she has been extended an invitation to attend. Her stupid mother has been bragging over the phone with my aunt, told her all the details. I’m grateful that they have stayed in contact with each other. It has made it easy to keep tabs on her when I’ve had to return stateside.
Once the audition has happened, I’ll send her an acceptance letter with the date and time, and when she steps off that plane in New York, I’ll sweep in and take her. With that in place, the last part of my plan is to get the bunker started. Uncle Max and Dad have had the plans drawn up already. While they don’t know who I will be bringing in there, they know I will need it for a few months. Long enough to break my Kitten, and bring her to heel.
