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Fury lined Lyle’s face as he leaned up and put more pressure on my throat. Vaguely, I started to realize, this was it. This was how I was going to die. With the panic, gratitude also flared, because I would die without my body being violated. Blackdots swam in my vision and my body went limp as the oxygen depletion started to take its toll.
And just like that, the pressure was gone, and I was gasping in oxygen through a bruised windpipe. My vision began to clear, and I focused on Lyle above me. His free hand went straight to the middle of my thighs. He stared down as he forced a finger into me. When he looked up at me again, I saw the bleeding wound on his cheek that was dripping onto his shirt.
“No, no! Stop this, Lyle!”My voice was nothing but a cracked whisper, confirming the injury to my throat.
I couldn’t fight, couldn’t kick or strike out. My hands had long gone numb under me, useless in the handcuffs that held them. My ankles felt raw against the leather bindings as I continued to pull at them. As all of this ran through my mind, Lyle leaned over me again, this time staying well away from my face. He pressed the needle against my neck.
“Remember who you belong to, bitch.”
The liquid burned in my veins as he pushed down the plunger. He tossed the syringe to the side and added a second finger as he ripped into me. The burning tear from my walls made me cry out silently through my injured vocal cords. Tears streamed down my face as I thrashed my head back and forth.
“See, your cunt missed me, didn’t she? Those rich assholes probably don’t know how to please a woman, really.”
I turned my face then and met his eye. Without thought of repercussions, I spit onto his face, the saliva landing on his injured cheek and sliding down. He went red with anger, and I stared at him in defiance. I didn’t see the hand coming before knuckles connected with my face, bouncing my head off the concrete.
The blow almost gave me what I wanted: blackness, a way to hide from what was happening. But as I prayed for my mind to go, Lyle continued thrusting his fingers, delighting in sexuallytorturing a defenseless woman. I turned my head and began to dry heave without control. The drugs quickly began their work and darkness inched into the edges of my vision.
“Fuck, Bee! You feel fabulous. I can’t wait till we have more time.”Lyle’s voice was near my ear, but I was getting too far gone to react.
As he moved toward the door, I barely registered his words.“And don’t worry, I won’t let Buzz have you until I’ve had my fill. That’ll take awhile, I’m sure.”
When the door slammed and locked behind him, I was thrown into inky darkness. I wanted to curl into myself, but Lyle hadn’t released my restraints. I wanted to scream, but even my voice wouldn’t work. The burning pain between my legs made me wish I could clean myself and pretend this was all a nightmare.
But I couldn’t pretend that. And as I fell into the drug induced state, I worried worse was coming. I would be ruined. My body was no longer my own, I was no longer whole. Lyle would do what he intended. He would break me. My thoughts were a mess that couldn’t string together and make sense. I could feel my soul shattering while my insides started to go numb.
I knew one thing for sure: I no longer wanted my guys to find me. They could look beyond a few scars, but how could they forgive me for letting another man touch me? How could they forgive and not see me as a ruined woman, undeserving of love? I was telling each of them sorry in my heart as the drugs took over and pulled me into the unconsciousness I had been begging for.
Chapter
Thirty-One
Jaxon
My callsto Cain had gone unanswered, and I was on the verge of fury. Without his leads, we were dead in the water finding Brooklyn. Missy had been our only hope, but she was a no show so far. Aiden had thought about reaching out to her, but we all agreed that would seem too suspicious. Our insistentdenial of her before made it impossible to call her as if we had any sort of affection for her.
I had my doubts that I could even pretend well enough to pull anything off. Missy’s mere presence made me sick. She was nothing but a reminder of all the things we had worked hard to overcome to have what we had now. She made me think about how close my brothers and I were to a breaking point, all over the drama she caused between us. Always the doting girlfriend, she made sure we were high enough to not catch onto her games until it was almost too late.
I laid in bed, sleep impossible to grasp, staring at the ceiling. I thought about what Gideon had told us about his time with Brooklyn in the meadow. In my heart, I believed she would have come home, on her own, and soon. Maybe Lyle realized that too, and that’s why he made his move now. The bastard always seemed a step ahead of us and it was costing us greatly now.
The sound of my phone made me shoot up in bed. Cain’s name flashed on the screen and I answered it quickly.
“Did I wake you, man?”
“Do you think I can sleep right now?”I switched on my bedside lamp.
“Fair. I think I might have something.”Cain’s voice drifted away, as if he was holding the phone away from his mouth. I could hear him murmuring to someone else.
“And? Cain? What the hell you got?”I was practically yelling into the phone to get him back on track.
“Missy. I found where she’s staying. The hotel reservation is under a business name. I guess someone that’s sponsoring her or some shit. Anyway, I got a guy watching the place. She went in, hasn’t come out. Want us to snag her?”
I pinched my nose, thinking about the risk Cain had taken bringing more people in. Taking a deep breath, I avoided asking for the details and wasting the time.
“Snatch her and take her where?”I asked.
“I got a place. I’ll shoot you the address. You and boys meet me there and we can decide where to go from there.”
I hesitated. I wasn’t afraid to do what was necessary to get to Brooklyn, but I had never been involved in kidnapping before.
