Disorderly

by Grace, Hazel

  I cup her right breast with my palm. “Then he must’ve sucked.”

  “More like non-existent.”

  “Only I’m going to exist for you when I’m done.” Rora wraps her legs above my hips, which sends my body into overdrive. “Tell me you want me, baby. That you want me so deep inside you.”

  I find her clit through her sweatpants and begin to swivel around it. Her head falls back, and I take advantage of her neck, sucking and lapsing her skin with my tongue.

  “You’re not going to hear anything from me, Wyatt,” she reputes, defiant as ever and stubborn as shit.

  “We’ll see about that,” I counter, pulling her sweats down to her ankles. She doesn’t pull her legs out, so I jerk them off. Positioning my cock to her entrance, I met her eyes. There’s no fear, and no remorse either, just pure obstinance.

  “Cover your mouth, baby, because you’re not ready for this.”

  And I’m not either.

  I thrust into her, hard. Rora gasps, clasping onto my knees as I pound into her. Biting her lower lip, she looks heavenward, and I don’t hold back my smirk. She’s fighting it, all of it, and I’m trying to keep myself at a distance as well. But my body wants this and so does my heart, my mind is a whole other thing.

  I meant what I said with leaving her. After tonight or possibly the next, I need some space. I need to get my head together straight, so I could get to the bottom of everything. So, I could possibly clear her name. But after that, I don’t know what lies ahead for us. Beast keeps ramming into my mind. Her on top of him comes to my mind, her brunette hair cascading down her shoulders while she rode him into ecstasy.

  “What’s the matter, Rugged? Are you psyching yourself out?” I hadn’t realized that my eyes were closed, and she was studying me while the inner turmoil ate at me.

  I lean over her, my palms hitting the cool grass. “No, Nova, I’m relishing in the moment where I take your soul.”

  “It’s not yours to take.”

  “Everything about you is mine to take,” I counter lowly. “The day you said you loved me.”

  She smirks. “Then I guess I’ve had yours for longer. Since the day in the stairwell.”

  I drive deeply into her, knowing she’s right. Since Day One, I’ve fallen under her spell, was whisked away by her charm and beauty.

  And I’d never been the same.

  Now, with her under me, I want to reimburse her for the favor. I need to know that I am going to be the only one walking away from this unscathed.

  Rora moans softly, arching her back and grabbing the grass, bringing me back to the moment. Our moment.

  The last one I’d have.

  “How does that feel, baby?” I taunt.

  “So, fucking good,” she murmurs.

  “Better than Noah?” She doesn’t answer me, which pisses me off. I exhale a deep breath then get attacked by Rora’s lips. She sucks the rest of my air, latching my bottom lip with her two.

  “Remember me, Rugged,” she groans. “No matter what happens.”

  I won’t.

  I can’t.

  I clasp her neck, applying a small amount of pressure as I feel the buildup inside me about to release. My eyes burn, and I force myself to remember why we’re here.

  Isla.

  “I’m going to come all over your cock,” she rasps. That sends me over the edge, I grunt, releasing everything inside her warm body while she cascades down in her cloud of ecstasy.

  Her eyes find mine, filled with a satisfied high. “Because when this is over, you’re never going to see me again. I’m going to haunt your memories.” She leans toward me. “And we’ll see who’s who then.”

  I press my lips together.

  I’m so utterly and completely fucked.

  After Rora and I were done, I took her back downstairs. I didn’t want to, I wanted to take her back home, in my bed, laid up against me while I tried to forget all about these last four days.

  But I can’t.

  I dredge back to my room in Flynn’s house and try to get some sleep, but it evades me. Thoughts and theories play through my head all morning long until the sun rises and I’m still where I started.

  No fucking where.

  Clinking of glasses saunter from the kitchen, and I drag myself out of bed. Lev is sitting at the small kitchen table, fucking with his phone, and Beast is making something over the stovetop. My head throbs at the intake of tequila I took in last night and my frantic fuck session with Rora. One that should’ve never happened.

  “You look like shit,” Lev greets me, looking up from his phone.

  “Don’t fucking talk to me,” I snap, pulling the chair across from him and sitting down.

  “Well no one pissed in your Cheerios, since you just sat down, so spill your thoughts, brother.”

  I glare at him. “You know why I’m pissed, asshole.”

  “I barely tou—”

  “There are fucking bruises,” I bellow. Lev blinks at me, unimpressed by my anger, which is a problem. He has no fear, no rationality, just revenge piercing through his body. And I’m livid, which is a dangerous problem for him.

  Lev’s nostrils flare. “Were you not in the same room I was last night?”

  “I didn’t think you were a bitch that hit women,” I retort. Lev suddenly pushes his chair back, knocking it into the wall behind him.

  “The only bitch around here is the one who killed our sister,” Lev seethes.

  I lean back in my chair. “That’s to be determined.”

  Lev scoffs at me with narrowed eyes. “You’re fucking kidding, right? What more do you want?”

  “I don’t know this Paige chick. How the hell do I know she isn’t lying?” Lev doesn’t respond, just continues to scowl. “You’re so pumped up with payback that you’ll take the first person who points a finger.”

  “I’m still looking into a few things,” Beast says behind me.

  Which reminds me.

  Standing from my chair, I turn on me heel and face Beast.

  “What?” Beast chimes with a spatula in his hands. Walking the three strides to him, l land a jab to his face.

  Beast cowers back, holding his nose while red starts to seep through his fingers. “The fuck was that for?!”

  I ignore him and face my brother. “I’m going home, taking a shower, clearing my head. If I hear you fucking touched her, did anything Lev, I’m going to have your fucking head. Do you understand me?”

  Lev balls his hands into fists, which I’m going to take as a ‘yes'. And with that, I leave Flynn’s house, jump in my car, and take the fuck off.

  I need some space.

  Some peace.

  And some damn answers.

  ___

  I’m no investigator, but Nova Parker doesn’t exist anywhere. Not in California, where she said she lived previously, no social media, no earlier addresses—nothing. The more time I spent behind Beast’s computer in the loft, the more hopeless I felt.

  But what was I to do exactly?

  Proving her innocence?

  Digging myself in a deep hole of denial?

  Pushing my chair away from the desk, I raid Lev’s fridge for a beer. I’m in luck, for the first time in days, and pull out a Coors bottle. Josie told me that she was going out to get her hair done and Pops was out, I didn’t listen to the rest. I’d work on the cars downstairs, but I can’t focus, and I don’t need to fuck them up any more than they were. That leaves me shit out of things to do but drink.

  Pulling out the pack of fags from my pocket, I light one. Lev is going to kill me for smoking in his space but, after the bullshit he pulled, he’s lucky I don’t walk around and ash the fucking place.

  A picture frame on his coffee table catches my attention from the sunlight through the window. It’s new, and it sticks out like a sore thumb. Walking toward it, I halt when I notice blonde hair and overalls.

  Isla.

  I double back my steps, like the picture has leprosy. Not needing the reminde
r of why I’m here alone. Why I’m not with Rora, why my brother isn’t here fucking around. Soon I’ll start hearing her in my head, and the beer was only going to make that easier to hear.

  My phone buzzes on the desk, giving me the distraction I need.

  Lev: How much more evidence do you need?

  Appearing after the text is a screenshot, and I use my fingers to zoom in on the it.

  Mom: Take the boys out. Then meet me back home, bring Paige with you.

  Before I can reject the notion, another text comes through.

  Lev: Just came on Nova’s phone... She was sent here to kill us both. What do you want to do?

  I take a deep breath, but it doesn’t reach an inch of my lungs. My brother was right. I was wrong, and I promised him the night Isla died that I’d take care of it. That I’d take care of him and Isla when I got rid of Andrew. Josie and Pops did that for me when I was in the pen, and I didn’t protect Isla. She was dead, and I couldn’t fix it.

  My fingers shake as I type my text back to my brother, my heart stampeding in my chest.

  Me: Get rid of her.

  “Wake up, sunshine,” Levin’s voice pierces through the basement. “We have a long trip ahead of us.”

  Groggy from lack of sleep and comfort, I slowly bring my gaze to his. “Where?”

  “It’s a surprise.”

  “I don’t like surprises,” I retort, eyeing him suspiciously.

  Levin shrugs. “Fair enough, I don’t either. We’re going to an auction. To sell you.”

  My heart does this weird flip in my chest, but I narrow my eyes to look unaffected. “Sell me?”

  Levin cuts the ties holding me to the chair and yanks me up. “You heard right.”

  “I’m intrigued,” I counter.

  “So am I. Never sold a human being to a human trafficking ring before.”

  I jerk my hand out of his grasp, but he still holds on. “Are you out of your fucking mind?”

  He raises a brow. “Are you?”

  “Surprisingly, no.” We hit the clearing for the main floor, and I’m led to the front door. “Where’s Wyatt?”

  “Gone,” Levin deadpans.

  “Where?”

  “Home.”

  “I need to see him.”

  Levin pushes the front screen door open. “He doesn’t want to see you.”

  “I don’t believe you,” I retort, digging my shoes into the gravel and jerking at my zip ties.

  Levin shoves me toward his truck, and I hit the fender, jerking around to face him. He pulls his cell out of his back pocket and fiddles on it. Landing on what he wants, he turns the screen, so I can see it.

  Wyatt: Get rid of her.

  My eyes squint at the letters. There is no way that he’d—”

  “Good now?” Levin asks me.

  I shake my head. “No.”

  “Too bad.” Levin grabs me again and opens his truck’s door, lifting me from behind and onto the clothed bench seat. His hand shoves me to the other side of the seat, toward the passenger side, and I lean against him.

  “Move,” he snaps, elbowing me to the other side. I scoot over, feeling his body rub against my back as he takes a seat. I look around the lot for Noah’s car but no one is around. Not a soul to hear me scream for them, and my mind is reeling on how the hell I’m going to get out of this.

  Loyalty, there was none, I was sure of it.

  Everyone was for themselves—Paige.

  No one wanted to earn the truth—Wyatt.

  And people were always ready to point fingers—Levin.

  Even Noah, once my escape attempt failed, I haven’t seen him. He was gone too, and I was left with a person that wanted me to suffer more than anything.

  The crunch of gravel catches my attention, and my heart skips a beat with my rising pulse. Wyatt’s black Chevelle drives up, stopping next to the truck.

  He’s here to save me from his fucked-up brother.

  With black shades, he peeks over at us from the roof of his car, hair pulled up as normal and wearing a sky-blue tee. His face is solemn as he makes his way to us, and I lean toward the door, away from Levin. I knew there was no way he’d possibly leave me. We were too connected, he knows me—inside and out. I gave myself up to him in the grass, hoping he’d feel my truth. That he’d realize this was all a huge mistake.

  “Get me out of here,” I warble, focusing on him. His beard is longer, and he looks calm. Calmer than I’ve seen him since I’ve been kept here.

  “I got gas money,” Levin blurts.

  “Good,” Wyatt replies, placing his forearms along the door. He doesn’t look at me, so I brush my arm against his skin.

  “Please, Rugged,” I beg. “Get me out of here.” He slowly brings his focus to me, and I hate that I can’t see his eyes. I can see everything in them, his love, his kindness, humor, everything.

  His hand grips under my chin, and he digs his fingertips into my skin. My jaw opens at the pain, but I don’t whimper, I just feel. Leaning into the open window, he pulls me closer to him, and I can smell the car oil off his skin and the woodsy scent that follows along with him. His lips graze mine softly as he moves them along mine. It’s automatic, the rhythm we get in. His lips take my bottom one, sucking on it gently before he lets go.

  Under his grip, I feel him trembling, his fingers loosening around my skin as he drops my chin and steps away. “Goodbye, baby.”

  ___

  I’m cold.

  Not only physically but mentally. I can’t feel anything since Wyatt kissed me goodbye. Since Levin dropped me off to two beefy guys and an old man in a suit. When Paige sealed my fate and disappeared. The air around me feels foggy and in slow motion.

  The men in suits circled me slowly, studying me like a lion to prey. Suited man grabbed my ass, and when I whirled on him to smack his face, his goons grabbed my arms. His wrinkled hands grazed my ribs, squeezed my breasts and twisted them while I uttered curse words that went ignored. Then he bought me from Levin.

  I was worth $50,000.

  Levin saluted me before he left while the old man whispered in my ear that I was going to be worth every penny. I didn’t know what that meant, didn’t want to. I did, however, want to throw up multiple times.

  Blindfolded, I was escorted into the car gently and was driven off. The men spoke among themselves about shipments and another appointment tomorrow but made sure to keep details out. My body shook in fear, and I wasn’t sure if it was due to fear, anxiety, or the fact that I just lost my life but was all too alive.

  When we stopped, I was taken to a large warehouse and shoved into a cage with two other girls who looked younger than me. They didn’t speak English, trying to talk to me and ask me what sounded like questions, but I settled in the corner, tucking my knees into my chest. I tried not to think of what awaited me. Nothing came to mind anyways. Hope disappeared and so did familiar memories of another man who wanted to do nothing but hurt me.

  A window in the ceiling helped me count down the days, I’ve been here for four or five. I was bathed with a power washer in front of a group of men while they scrubbed me down with a bar of soap. The word violated doesn’t fit, I felt dirtier with these strangers’ hands all over me than I was before, and I’m starting to drift away, not feeling as myself anymore.

  My mind is gone.

  My heart has been ripped out.

  And my soul was stolen.

  Dressed in a white maxi dress, my two ‘roommates’ wore the same. They look like sisters, dark raven hair, skinny stature, and stunning green eyes. Eyes that haunted me at night for they fit on another person. One that condemned me here.

  “Ladies,” booms a voice through the whimpers and whispers of the large room. “Wipe your fucking tears, I don’t want to see them. The auction starts in an hour, keep your heads down until I tell you. Do exactly what I say, or you’ll regret what I have in store for you.”

  “Please let us go,” chimes a feminine voice through the darkness.

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nbsp; The male voice chuckles, and I’ve heard it before. He bought me, touched me, whispered in my ear and smelled the vodka on his breath.

  “Do you have the money I paid to purchase you?” he sneers. Silence answers him. “Didn’t think so. One hour.”

  The clicking of shoes conveys that he’s leaving, and in the next sixty minutes, my life is going to change forever. I wonder where Paige is at, but then I could chastise myself for even worrying about her. She did what she thought she needed to do and let me hang out to dry while she did it. I’d never forgive her—ever. I don’t care what reasoning she has behind it, if I ever see her again, I’m hitting her. Hard. Then I’m going to kill her.

  The rumbling of voices got louder as time passed and a few men came to let some of the other women out of their cages. Some screamed, others cried, one looked like me, defeated. The two girls with me huddled closer to me, but it gave me zero comfort, and I wish I could be something for them, but why bother? There were no reliable people in this world. I was on my own now, apparently always have been.

  The gate of my metal prison rattles, and my gaze falls on two men gawking at me. “You’re next, sweetheart.”

  I don’t move because why walk to my long-awaited fate willingly and make their jobs easier? I didn’t choose this, it was picked out specifically for me. Levin laughed in the truck about how the irony of it all was comedic. A daughter of a sex trafficking mogul being sold to one. He acted as though it was the funniest thing he’d ever done in his little shit-headed life.

  The men don’t wait long to yank me to my feet and lead me to wherever it is we’re going. I don’t bother paying attention to how many times we turn right and left, but the stage I’m guided to grabs my full awareness.

  A full crowd of men mob the stage, pushing into each other like a swarm of ants. Some have money in their hands, others beers and cigars. The three girls in front of me are dressed identical to me, making them look angelic and virtuous, as a woman stands behind them, brushing their hair and brushing away strays.

  “Don’t forget to smile,” one of the men jeer behind me. I want to turn around and flip him off but that might land me a hit to the face.