AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Caden and I are the closest we’ve ever been. I always feel weird admitting it, even to myself, but he’s my boyfriend. I know how we feel about each other. He told me he loved me in his fucked-up way. He wouldn’t go behind my back and tell Sawyer to contact me.
“I want to talk to him,” I say firmly. “He’s the one who gives me the jobs. Not you.”
“He’s busy, and I’m telling you to pick our shit up from the Wolves in half an hourif you don’t want me to leak your videos. You know Caden sent them to me, little Scott. I’ve seen you naked, on your knees, sucking his cock.Do you want everyone else to see that too? You’re gonna look amazing on porn sites.”
I struggle to swallow the anxiety that comes with his words. I’m so close to leaving this place. Having a fake sex tape of me everywhere would be the end of me.
“Whatever,” I say to minimize the fear. “I’ll be there.”
I tell him that, but I don’t really believe it. Caden wouldn’t do that to me.
“Atta girl,” he concludes before hanging up.
Instead of getting to my car, I try to call Caden. Three times he doesn’t answer. So I send him a text asking if he’s the one who wants me to go move merchandise for them.
No answer.
Fear grips my stomach. Did he really order this? Is he too busy with someone else to even tell me about it, so he sent Sawyer?
I don’t have time to think about this. Sawyer has the videos, and I can’t reach my boyfriend. The only person who could stop this and protect me isn’t getting back to me.
Disappointment is such a small word for how I feel.
Not wanting to take the risk, I grab my car keys and leave the house without anyone noticing. Whatever, I can do a drop and talk to Caden about this tomorrow. I’m sure he’s not with someone else. He’s busy, and there must have been a misunderstanding. Either way, I have to keep Sawyer from sending the videos. I can talk to Caden about deleting them. I know he’ll do it for me.
I speed all the way to the meeting spot, too scared I will be late and accidentally see one of the Wolves providing NSC with whatever they hide in my trunk.
I put the bag on my head, and with everything that’s happened between Caden and myself, it feels like I haven’t done this in years. I have to remind myself it’s only been just over a month since the last time.
My heart starts beating faster. I’m now starting to feel like it’s insane to think Caden could have fallen in love with me in such a short amount of time. But I did, and that’s even more ridiculous.
Was this all a trick? Has he been playing me all this time? That’s what he’s always done with me.
Oh my god.
He has.
Two parts of me are fighting themselves, and the realistic one is starting to win.
How could I think Caden King could fall in love with me?
I shouldn’t be surprised, but I am. I thought what we had was genuine. I don’t know why. Maybe because of the obsession, the possession. He tattooed his name on me, for fuck’s sake. It doesn’t get more irrational than that.
The knock on my window comes quicker than I thought. I must have been profoundly lost in my thoughts to not even realize how long it’d been. I wait until I hear their car leaving and take the bag off. Everything seems foreign to me.
We were past this.
Why is he doing this to me? The threat of the videos had been completely forgotten, and now the wound has been reopened.
It fucking hurts.
I’m on the highway when my phone rings. I see Dickie’s name on the screen. He never calls. Even less in the evening.
“Isn’t it a bit late for a grandpa like you?”
“Here I was thinking you’d want to hear about a second chance in professional MMA. But I guess grandpa is gonna go to bed.”
“What? Dickie, don’t fuck with me.”
