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His lips twitch, and I know he’s seen me checking him over. “Jade,” he says, his voice gravelly and thick. “Roc’s waiting for you.”
She nods, a smile on her face. “Great. I take it everything’s been taken care of?”
Elio nods, and she beams. “Excellent. Teagan, thank you for talking with me. I’ll see you soon.”
“Bye,” I say, returning my gaze to my husband. He’s okay. He’s alive.
The moment the front door closes behind Jade, Elio pulls me into his arms. I go willingly, inhaling his fresh, dark scent. “You’re okay,” he promises me. “They’re gone,mia amata. They can’t hurt you anymore. No one will. We’re going back to Indianapolis, next week.”
I press closer against him, loving the feel of his arms around me. “Okay,” I whisper. I know it’ll be a change, but I’m okay with it.
“You’re safe,” he vows.
“I know, I’m with you,” I reply, and feel his arms convulsing around me.
Elio has proven that he’ll take care of me, that he cares about me. I just need to learn how to trust my feelings. If I can do that, I think we’ll be okay. In fact, I think I could fall in love with him deeper than before.
TWENTY-NINE
TEAGAN
Three months later
The sound of laughter gets louder. They’re drunk. The men always get louder as they drink themselves stupid. But when they get like this, the assholes always get horny, and that means whoever doesn’t have a club girl to take to bed will end up making their way downstairs to me. I hate these times.
Light spills into the basement as the door opens. Fuck, they’re coming. I press tighter against the wall, hoping and praying they won’t see me. It’s no use. They always see me.
Crunk steps in front of me, the light from upstairs shining bright enough for me to see that horrific smile on his face. God, the man’s such a pig. I hate him with every fiber of my being, but nothing I do or say will change how things are. He’ll take whatever he wants from me and there’s no stopping him. No one gives a shit what he does.
He unlocks the collar around my neck. The stench of piss, sweat, and tobacco hits me, and the urge to vomit rises within me, but I’ve learned my lesson. Getting sick only makes things worse. The men don’t want me to be repulsed by them. It takes a hit to their egos.
Crunk's hand slides into my hair and he tugs hard. I fall to my hands and knees and hear his chuckle. “Come on, bitch, we’re going to have some fun.”
I shiver in repulsion. I don’t enjoy what he does. No one would. He’s a monster. Someone who takes whatever they want and doesn’t care about the consequences. The man has raped me repeatedly in the past four months. The pain he and the other men put me through is unimaginable.
He drags me on all fours through the basement into the other room. I’m trembling, that cold numbness starting to seep through me. The fear that I felt as he stood over me has now gone, and instead, a calmness shifts in its place. Going through the pain and suffering of what this animal has done to me, my mind and body have found a way to block it all out. I despise that it’s found this coping mechanism.
“Tonight,” Crunk sneers. The sound of his belt buckle opening sets me teeth on edge. “We’ve shed blood, we’ve drank ourselves stupid, and now we’re goin’ to fuck. It’s going to be a fuckin’ good night.”
I blink back the tears. We’re? Who’s he talking about?
Footsteps pound against the steps, and I tense. Who the hell is coming?
“You’re lucky,” Crunk chuckles. “I was about to get started.”
“Crunk, leave some for the rest of us,” Cleaver sneers as he comes to stand in front of me. He’s one of the brother’s that hasn’t yet taken me. He’s the same age as Crunk. Both men are overweight and ugly as hell. It makes sense now why they take what they want. No one would willingly go near them.
“Look at that ass. So fuckin’ perfect with our brand,” Boulder snarls, stepping forward and stroking his finger along my jaw. “Are you ready for this, Tank? You’re finally going to get to do somethin’ you’ve been dreamin’ of for years.”
Betrayal slashes through me as I look to my left and see Tank standing there. Unlike the others, Tank never touched me. He never hurt me. Those green eyes of his would always hold sincerity and sorrow whenever one of the brothers would harm me. Now, he’s standing in this basement ready to harm me just like the rest. I guess being around the Dirty Demons for so long has changed him.
“Definitely.” Tank smirks, pushing past both Boulder and Cleaver, his pants already undone and his cock thick and erect as it stands tall. “I’m going to fuck that mouth of hers,” he grunts, his hand reaching for my hair. His fingers tug the strands as he directs my mouth to his cock.
I press my lips together, not wanting to do this, but he doesn’t care. His fingers pull at my hair, and the grip he has brings tears to my eyes. I cry out in pain, and he uses my pain as his advantage, sliding his cock into my mouth. He thrusts hard and deep, and the tip of it juts against the back of my throat. I shake my head. He’s in too far. I can’t breathe. I need him to let go. But he doesn’t. He thrusts harder and harder each and every time.
“Christ,” he snarls as he thrusts deep, fast, and hard. It’s too much. Tears stream down my face at the force. His cock hits the back of my throat, and I gag. My throat closes around it, and I can’t breathe. It’s too much.
“That’s it, slut. Take my cock. Take every fucking drop.”
