Seth paced around, barking orders and demanding answers.
He wanted to know who had taken his baby girl.
While it would have overwhelmed with joy to announce it was me, and that she was now mine before planting a bullet in his head, I loved watching him fall apart. Killing him would be easy, and that was the only reason he was still alive.
"If you would have put one of us on her, she would be here." One of his men snapped at him. I coughed to cover up a chuckle that escaped.
Pissed off, and now embarrassed, Seth stopped pacing and aimed his gun at the man's head. Aside from Abigail, no one in the room so much as flinched when the bullet hit his chest. I raised my brows at his emotional unraveling. He was such a fool. If half his men weren't working for me, that would have cost him most of their loyalty.
"Does she have contact with her mother, maybe she ran off with a boyfriend?"
I shifted in my chair, fishing for information I couldn't find.
Seth opened his mouth to respond, glanced at Abigail, and thought better of it.
"Let's go get some air," Jax volunteered, helping the troubled girl from her chair. As soon as they were out of the large dining room, Seth ordered the doors be shut. The body slumped on the floor was ignored.
"I gauged the bitch’s eyes out and fed her to the swine," he answered bitterly. I had to give him props; that was damn creative. My curiosity was piqued. That was such a personal way to kill someone.
"And the boyfriend?" I tried to keep my tone neutral, irritated that his answer had the ability to bother me on any level.
"Willow doesn't like boys. I've never seen her so much as bat an eye at someone with a dick," Seth scoffed.
His answer pleased me tremendously. I refrained from telling him just how much his daughter liked cock. Specifically, mine.
Glancing out the window, I saw it was nightfall and silently cursed. I hadn't intended to leave Willow alone all day.
"Mr. Borgia, I will do all I can to help you find your daughter." Comfortably lying through my teeth, I rose from my chair, only half listening to his response. The drive home was at least thirty minutes, and I was looking forward to how this night ended.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
I had dozed off on the sofa.
When I woke up disoriented, the house was dark, and I was still alone.
Maybe ten minutes had rolled by when I heard a car door slam shut. Scrambling over the back of the couch, I darted into a darkened corner and hunched down, sweating bullets as I waited for the door to open. Something beeped and a soft red light blinked a few times. The stupid box that made the house Fort Knox.
Pierce entered seconds later, his silhouette signaling the arrival of the bogeyman. He paused in the doorway, then turned and started making his way towards the stairs. I waited until his footsteps faded, took a breath, and then ran for it. I had just grasped the brass door handle when a strong arm shot out and dragged me backward.
I landed with an "Oomph," on my ass. Pierce moved so that he was in front of me, crouching down so we were level.
"This will go much easier if you're compliant, Rebel." His voice was cold, indifferent almost. I felt as if I were seeing him for the first time. This wasn't the Pierce I had shared my body with; this was the Pierce who was known as a ruthless killer. And I'd happily spread my legs for him.
Visions of me locked in a cage or chained to a wall had my fight or flight response going into overdrive.
I kicked him right between his legs. My foot connected with his dick, and I scrambled backward.
Pierce let out a grunt and grabbed me by the ankles, flipping me around so I was on my stomach. I slammed my elbow into him, causing pain to explode up my arm. I was certain it hurt me way more than it hurt him.
His weight crushed me to the hard floor and knocked the breath out of my lungs.
"Stop moving," he sighed.
"Fuck you!" I snarled, unable to flip back around.
"I plan for you to." He sounded amused now. Stuck on my belly, I used the only defense mechanism I had left.
He hissed sharply as I bit into his wrist like a dog with a bone.
"Ow!" I cried out as he took a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back. It felt like the strands were going to separate from my scalp.
"I don't want to hurt you right now, Rebel, but you're testing my patience." His voice shook with restrained anger.
Not wanting to call his bluff, I went still. That's when I felt it, his hard dick pressing into my back. My compromising position became all too apparent. The robe had fallen open. It was bunched around my hips, exposing my bare ass. I could almost feel Pierce struggling with indecision behind me.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I cursed the fucking voice in my head begging for him to do it. I sagged in partial relief when he moved away.
"Don't move." He let me go, and the heat from his body disappeared for a fraction of a second, before a soft piece of cloth went over my eyes, blinding me. Was he going to kill me? God, would he dump my naked body out here in the woods? No one would find me.
"Whatever he did, killing me won't fix it," I rushed out.
He laughed lowly, warm breath fanning onto the back of my neck. "I'm not going to kill you, Rebel; I'm going to keep you," he softly admonished.
"What do you mean...keep me?" I was surprised how normal my voice sounded, considering my heart was jackhammering in my chest.
"I'm going to play with you until I break you," he explained, in a way that reminded me of someone talking to a child.
"And then what happens?" I whispered.
"I don't know yet, but none of that's important. You're mine now." He placed a kiss on my temple and linked our hands together. Without my vision, I had to rely on him to guide me as we walked through the house.
"Is my sister ok?" My tone was reserved. I wasn't sure how to handle this situation.
"For now, that will largely depend on you."
"What do you want from me, Pierce?"
"Everything you've already given me, for now."
for now. That left a huge void of uncertainty for my future. I knew we were back in his room when the smell in the air changed from old coffee to his cologne. He untangled our hands and shut his door.
A second later, I felt his warm breath on my face, before he placed a kiss on my lips. I didn't give him any kind of reaction, curling my fingers into fists to stop myself from clawing at his face
"Turn around." His voice was harsh, making me hesitate to do what he asked.
"Why?" I questioned. Pierce took hold of my shoulders, forcibly turning me and pulling me back against his chest.
"When I tell you to do something, don't ask me why. Just do it," he ground out, running a hand down my hair.
"Do you understand me?" He gripped it and lightly tugged my head back. I nodded rigidly, mentally calling him every expletive I could think of.
"Words, Rebel, I want to hear words."
"Yes, I understand," I snapped.
"Better. But next time say it like you mean it. Now, take your clothes off." He removed his hand from my hair and slightly moved back. I didn't trust him enough not to hurt me, so squeezing my eyes shut and fighting back angry tears, I hurriedly disrobed. Though I couldn't see him, I could feel his eyes on me.
"Why am I blindfolded? I know who you are." I spoke in the general direction I thought he was standing.
"I wouldn't give a shit if you didn't know who I was. I want you like this. Get on the bed." His voice had gone flat, emotionless.
Using my inner sense of direction, I held my hands out in front of me and slowly inched forward.
When I bumped the wrought iron frame, I curled my fingers around it. Once I was settled on the bed, a pregnant silence ensued.
"What are you thinking right now?" He moved in front of me and gently swept my hair behind my shoulders. So many responses fired through my brain. I could feel my hands trembling where they rested on my thighs.
"I'm thinking you
should let me go," I whispered. The room remained silent, but I could still sense Pierce in front of me. He reached out and took hold of my trembling hands.
"I don't want you to be afraid of me." He placed a soft kiss on both of my palms.
"You said you were going to break me."
"And I will, but I promise it will be in the most beautiful way possible." The conviction in his voice disturbed the rhythm of my heart.
"Sweet Rebel," Pierce murmured, trailing his fingers along my chest, almost sounding regretful. I swallowed. He was the only person who ever called me that. His fingers disappeared for a brief second, and then I felt them tracing my scars.
No. Without thinking, I grabbed his hands to stop him. He reversed the move on me, easily breaking free and taking hold of mine.
"Tell me who did that to you." He sounded angry. Part of me didn't understand why; the other part did. If I saw what he saw, ruined flesh forever branded by a monster, I would be angry, too. No, I would be livid. I was livid. Every time I looked at my body, I was forced to acknowledge and compelled to remember what had been done to me.
And by the man who had once promised to protect me and be the father I never had.
I tried to use my scars as motivation to remind myself of where I came from and how far I'd come. I didn't want to be that broken little girl anymore.
Something inside me screamed to tell him the truth, begged me to talk about it for once, but my tongue twisted, and I choked.
"One day, little Rebel, you will tell me all of your secrets." He traced my scars once more, before he roughly shoved my legs apart and began two play with me, easing two fingers inside my pussy. Slow at first, and then pumping at a frenzied pace. I was still sore from the night before, causing me to whimper and grab hold of his wrist to stop him.
"Move your hands, or I'll tie you to the bed," he growled. I jerked away from him like he'd burned me, fisting his silk sheets.
"Good girl," he praised, crooking his fingers. I felt pathetically weak when I began to moan. Pierce placed his free hand around my throat, over the marks still there, and held me in place.
"Ride my fingers," he demanded, swirling them around inside of me. I tried to shake my head, and his grip on my throat tightened.
"Don't make me repeat myself," he warned. A hiccupped sob ripped through my chest. Karma was a cold-hearted bitch. She gave me what I wanted, and then twisted it into something ugly.
I held onto the wrist wrapped around my throat and rode his fingers like he told me to. My breath started coming out in quick pants and breathy moans. When an orgasm began to build, I could no longer concentrate on my movements and slowed down.
"Good girl," Pierce repeated, removing his fingers from my pussy, leaving me hanging on the edge.
I heard a wet popping sound as he sucked them into his mouth. "I have never tasted anything as sweet as you," he whispered in my ear, pressing the same two fingers against my lips.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
I helped Willow from the bed, led her into the bathroom, and sat her on the black suede ottoman.
She wasn't crying, begging for her life, or trying to fight me. But I could practically see the wheels turning inside her pretty little head.
What was I doing with her? I didn’t know. She was supposed to be dead already.
I couldn't remember the last time my mind had been in this much fucking turmoil. Over a girl, nonetheless. But she wasn't just a girl. She was a big black sink hole with caution tape and warning signs wrapped around it.
She was the perfect broken doll you kept on a shelf. You wanted to play with her, but you didn't, fearing you'd break her even more. At least, that's what a rational person would do. I wanted to dismantle to her piece by piece, and fucking consume her.
From the moment I met her and watched her blossom into who she was today, there was always something about her I couldn't quite place my finger on. Maybe it was the fact she fit into this world so effortlessly, unknowingly.
If I wanted to keep her, I would have to craft her into what I wanted. I didn't want to change her, not in the slightest.
I was too drawn to the fire in her heart like a moth to a fucking flame. But I needed to be able to rule the castle, so to speak.
The sound of Willow's stomach grumbling pulled me out of my thoughts.
"Did you eat?" I stared down at her, not at all surprised when she shook her head.
"Come," I reached down and grasped her soft hand, tugging her to her feet. It had been a long day. Aside from dealing with Seth, I had my own shit to handle, and my mind had been plagued with thoughts of the girl I was leading into the kitchen.
I sat her on a bar stool so I could keep a close eye on her as I whipped her up something to eat. It wasn't as if she could go anywhere, but I didn't want her taking a chance and jumping off the balcony, either.
The groceries hadn't arrived yet, so options were limited. Finding a small package of SpaghettiOs, I warmed them up and filled a plastic cup with ice water.
When the microwave beeped, I grabbed a paper towel and sat everything down in front of Willow. I didn't want to remove her blindfold just yet, so I opted to feed her myself. Some may think the blindfold was unnecessary. I knew she did. But she didn't know how hard I got, seeing her completely blind to her surroundings and bending to my will.
Usually, the circumstances in which I did this were much different: the women were eager and willing. They also weren't Willow Borgia, and that alone made their value plummet.
I blew on a spoonful of pasta and guided it to her mouth. She parted her lips and sucked the sauce off the spoon with one swipe of her tongue. My cock strained against my slacks.
Her silky hair hung around her shoulders, slightly covering her round perky breasts.
My throttle marks stood out on her neck, and she had one smooth leg crossed over the other. She was completely unabashed by her nudity. It seemed the only thing that fazed her were those fucking scars. Though, even now, she was comfortable in her perfect imperfection.
She was the very essence of beauty. It was so wrong for her to be near a man like me. I wanted to burn those scars from her body, and then take a scalpel and mark her as my own. Her beautiful skin would look lovely, coated with a bit of red.
Forcing my less than noble thoughts to the back of my mind, I continued to feed her for fifteen minutes before she finally shook her head and said she was done. I brought the cup of water to her mouth and helped her drink. After throwing everything in the trash, I took her hand again and led her back into my bedroom.
From the way Willow's body trembled when I ran my hand over her ass, she was still aching for release. After settling her into my bed, I placed my hand between her legs and pushed my index and middle finger into her cunt.
"Hands," I warned. She quickly retracted and balled them up by her sides. It didn't take long before she was trying to fight the inevitable onslaught of pleasure. I wanted to lose myself inside her for the rest of the night, but I needed her to beg for it. My thumb went to her clit, and I pushed into her further.
"Oh," she squirmed, trying to run from her climax. I moved up and pinned her down with one arm, continuing to fuck her with my fingers.
Her pussy gripped me; her arousal ran down my hand. I loved the way her lips parted, her breath caught, and the soft moans spilled from her mouth.
She fascinated me in ways I couldn't understand. Right before she came, I pressed my mouth to hers and caught her shattered scream.
The why irrelevant, I silently promised I would never let her go. I would set her free from the painful memories holding her hostage. Then, we would make new ones.
The only pain I wanted her to know was from me.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
. Why can't I find out anything about you? I stared at the picture of Willow, sliding it back in my suit jacket when Ivan opened the back door of the Range, so Sophia climbed in.
Any other time she got in a car, she’d have a dick in her mouth before he
r ass hit the seat. However, I wasn't here for her exceptional mouth skills, and I never touched my own merchandise.
"Tell me all you know." I got straight to the point. I hated wasting my time and pussyfooting around. Sophia thought I was merely helping Seth Borgia search for her friend. She had no idea I had her in my home. Her icy blue eyes met mine, and she nodded.
"She doesn't really talk about her past. I–"
"If I came all the way over here for you to tell me something I already know, we're going to have a problem," I glared at her.
Sophia audibly swallowed, holding up a hand to placate me. "She lost her family, and then her dad, err Seth, showed up and took her in."
"Family. How big? How small?" It wasn't much, but it was more than Seth had divulged. Ugly rat bastard was keeping secrets. I couldn't wait to tear his spine out of his back.
"Mom, stepdad, sister…I don’t know much about them.” Sophia chewed on her lip and looked at me.
Stepfather. Was that who Seth was protecting her from? Was that who had marked her? That thought made my blood boil. I paid Sophia for her short, but useful time, and immediately started making phone calls.
"You need to keep a clear head, my friend. We've come too far to fuck it all up now," Enrique, my consigliere and first cousin, advised. He was right, I knew he was. His opinion was the only one I valued outside of Jax's.
I sipped my drink and glanced around Vanity, wondering where the fuck Seth was. The bartender, one of my solider's sisters, kept trying to get my attention. So far, she'd flashed her nipple rings, bent over in front of me, and kept giving me fuck me eyes.
I'd done that twice already. I was no longer interested. There wasn't anything I hated more than vanilla sex and bullshit. My phone buzzed. Seeing my brother’s name, I swiped my thumb across the screen and made sure it wasn't on speaker.
"I got her," was all he said before hanging up, but not before I heard the muffled yells in the background. That explained why Seth was late. Both his girls were now missing. He didn't suspect a thing amiss on our end. Jax was technically in Vegas, balls deep in his ex-wife. It was impossible for him to have taken Abigail.
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