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“Gareth,” I finally found my voice as I tugged at my restraints. “You can’t kill your uncle.”
“Oh, but I can, and I’m going to.” Gareth set the dildo against my slick lips, and with a twisted smile, he pushed it inside of me. My body held no resistance whatsoever, not after being fucked by the real thing, and when he released it, it stayed perfectly tucked inside of me, almost like my body didn’t want to expel it.
And, goddamn it, I hated how it made me want to fuck him again. What was wrong with me? Seriously, what was wrong with me? I could hardly recognize myself anymore, especially when I was around Gareth.
“Gareth,” I said his name again, practically begging him. “You can’t leave me like this. It’s—” It’s a cruel and inhumane punishment, leaving me like this, but one hard look from him stopped any other words from coming out.
“It’s what you deserve, after letting Rick between your legs,” he hissed out, sounding, once again, like the Gareth I’d come to loathe with my entire being. “Don’t worry, I told Alistair I was teaching you a lesson and he needs to keep your mom from poking her nose around you tonight.” He saluted me. “See ya.” He said nothing else as he walked toward the door, leaving me with a dildo that was a perfect replica of his cock jammed inside my vagina.
That asshole.
He left without saying a word, and that left me alone in my room, tied up, used, and full of self-loathing. I couldn’t even call Rick and warn him that Gareth was on a warpath. Really, I should’ve known he’d be stalking me at the street fair, but I’d stupidly thought since I didn’t see him, he wasn’t there.
What a joke. What a terrible, terrible joke.
Never thought I’d be tied to a bed, left with a dildo inside me, while knowing the guy who’d just fucked me was going to kill another guy I’d fucked earlier in the day, but here I was.
Chapter Twelve – Rick
The street fair went to midnight. I usually stuck around a while after that, if it was my shift, just to make sure everyone left and no one lingered to mess with the stands or the rides. It was eleven when I was approached by the one guy I didn’t want to talk to, ever. The street fair had cleared out of most of the families; the people that were left were either teenagers trying to have a good time before going home or older, kid-less adults drinking beer.
Alistair, for some reason, was still here, and he wore a serious expression as he walked up to me. Nicole, I saw, waited for him twenty feet away, looking bored as ever, like she wanted nothing more than to go home. I did find it odd Alistair came today, and it was even odder that he’d stayed so long.
“Alistair,” I spoke his name, my thumbs hooked through my belt loops, “is there something I can do for you tonight?” It was extremely hard acting as though I didn’t hate his guts, even harder to pretend we were on amicable terms.
He gave me a tight smile, but it fell flat. Some people could be swayed by a smile and his good looks, not to mention his money, but I could see through it all now, and what I saw was a monster hiding in plain sight. After all, this was the man that got me to send him reports of a certain nature so he could take matters into his own hands and, for lack of a better term, feed the beast.
Alistair tossed a quick look around us to make sure no one was nearby, and then he said, “She’s not for you, you know.” When his blue gaze landed on me once more, it was as icy and chilling as it had ever been, the eyes of a predator. Calculating, emotionless, someone willing to do whatever it took.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Cut the shit, Rick. You know exactly who I’m talking about. I know how you are. You and your obsessions.” Alistair’s mouth tugged into a frown, the only real hint of emotion on his face. “You gave me a courtesy call, so now I’m returning the favor. Gareth knows. He saw you two together, doing… well, you know what you did with her.”
I did my best to not react, but being emotionless was Alistair’s forte, not mine. Fuck. So, the psycho had been here all along, and he’d seen me and Brianna together. Of fucking course. Now the asshole would be poised to come at me for daring to touch his newest toy. Just my luck. I couldn’t seem to shake that fucking kid.
The look Alistair gave me right then was downright chilling. “She’s not for you. She’s Gareth’s. I’m not going to stop him from reacting, but keep it clean. I don’t want a big mess to clean up when one of you ends up dead.” The normally monotone voice he had when dealing with other people gave way to… was it fury?
Was Alistair angry at me for being with Brianna on behalf of Gareth, or on behalf of himself? Maybe I wasn’t the only one who wanted to take her for himself.
“So is she really for Gareth, or is she for you?” I hedged my question, and I watched his reaction to it. He gave nothing away, except for a small twitch of his mouth. I lowered my voice, saying, “I didn’t make her do anything she didn’t want to.”
“Yes, well, sometimes we do things we shouldn’t. They’re called mistakes.” Alistair studied me, what little anger he had displayed easing up until he, once again, was his normal, emotionless self. “Do be careful, especially tonight. Knowing Gareth, he’ll want to act immediately. I’d hate to lose you. You do good work.” He tapped me on the arm and then turned to walk toward Nicole, who waited for him impatiently.
I watched him go, holding everything I could’ve said back, mostly because there wasn’t any point in saying it. It sounded like Alistair might have a thing for the girl, too. It also sounded like he wanted me to defend myself against Gareth, like he was washing his hands of the whole thing, and whoever would come out the winner, he’d accept it.
Huh. Maybe he was tired of cleaning up Gareth’s messes after all. I definitely was. Maybe… maybe he wanted me to beat Gareth so he could have Brianna to himself.
Come on. I’d be damned if I beat Gareth just to sit back and let Alistair have her.
The rest of the night, I was pissed. As if I’d let Gareth kill me. As if that kid could hunt me down. I had a fucking gun. I could shoot him and claim self-defense the moment he came after me… although, if I did that, a part of me did wonder if Alistair would spin it somehow, get me on trial for killing his nephew, and he’d be the only one Brianna would have left.
Besides her mother, but he could get rid of Nicole any time, if he wanted to.
Yeah, that had to be what this was all about. Alistair plotting behind the scenes, getting Gareth and me to go head-to-head, and he’d take down whoever won. In the end, he’d be the true winner.
Once the street fair closed up and everybody went home, I took my time in heading to my car. I was in no hurry to go home. A part of me half-expected Gareth to pop out of my backseat when I got into the car, but a quick look in the back told me he wasn’t there. I was alone.
Could he have fucked with the car somehow? Screwed with the brakes? I wouldn’t put it past Gareth to try something like that, but at the same time, with that kid’s M.O., I doubted it. Given his past crimes, I’d say he liked being there, liked watching the life drain from his victims’ eyes. He got off on it. He had to.
