“Please, Finn. Don’t hurt him. He doesn’t deserve this, it’s me they want. Me, they want to hurt.”
Coming closer to me, he crouches down in front of me, taking my chin in his hard grip.
“You have no idea, do you? It’s not that the fact that he has nothing to do with it, Daisy. It’s the fact that he’s made you happy. That’s why he’s here.”
His eyes are menacing and for a swift moment, I fear that he’s not going to listen to the instructions he’s been given and force himself on me anyway.
I breathe a sigh of relief when he roughly let’s go of me and leaves me to rot in hell, once again.
Trey please be okay, I love you. I say to myself, hoping and praying, that he can somehow hear me.
Chapter Forty-One
Trey
Opening my eyes, I feel disorientated and the side of my head is throbbing like a motherfucker on steroids.
My vision starts to clear, and I take in the run down and unused warehouse. Quickly running my mind all over New York. I figure out that the only warehouses in the city, that don’t get used, are the ones down by the river. The ones that got shut down by the cops, when they were discovered as being used for human trafficking.
My eyes land on a middle-aged guy, I’d say around late forties, maybe early fifties. He’s wearing what looks like an expensive suit and loafer shoes. When I look up at his face and I see the cruel and evil sneer there, I know straight away, who he is.
Pink's stepfather.
Before I can stop myself, I spit.
“I swear to god with everything I am, if you touch her, I will hunt you down and I will kill you.”
The bastard standing not twenty feet from me, as I’m being held back by three of his goons, just sniggers.
“You’re prepared to do some serious time or worse die? Just for some pussy, who has had more dick, than half of the population of New York? You really are a sucker, aren’t you?”
Coming closer to me, he gets right up into my face and smiles at me, as he pulls something from the back of his pants. Raising his hand, I soon see that he’s got what I suspected… a gun.
“Now, do I take you to her and make her watch me kill you? Or do I make you watch, what I started all those years ago, before I kill you both? I’m thinking option two, then I’ll get double the satisfaction. I just love hearing her beg. It’s music to my ears.”
“You’re one sick fuck, men like you aren’t men, they’re animals who should have been put down at birth.” I spit in his face.
The click of a woman’s heels ricochets off the concrete walls of the stinking hell hole they’ve got me in. As the fucker wielding the gun in my face, steps to the side, I see a smartly dressed woman in a dress. When she gets closer, I realize, I’m looking at Daisy, only twenty years older.
It’s her mother.
Fuck me.
Shit just got a whole lot worse.
“Come on now, dear. Let someone else have some of the fun, it’s not fair that you get it all.”
She places a manicured hand on his shoulder, as she pulls him a few steps back from me. With a smile on her face, that tells me she’s enjoying this.
“How would your precious Daisy feel if I were to get on my knees and suck on your cock so deep, that you saw stars for a month?”
This woman disgusts me, she ain’t no mother. She doesn’t even deserve to even share the same air as my warrior.
“I wouldn’t let you touch me if my life depended on it, you’re just as bad as him.”
I flick my head in the direction of the motherfucker, that I’m going to hurt very soon. Grabbing my chin between her fingers, she squeezes.
“I’m not going to give you a choice in the matter, at what point did you think I was going to take no for an answer? I’m going to make her suffer, just like she made me. She should have died years ago. Instead, the wrong one died, and I was left with her.”
The wind is knocked out of me by the venom that drips from her. Daisy doesn’t know any of this and I have a feeling that this isn’t the end of what I’m going to learn. She smiles menacingly, before letting go of my chin and grabbing my junk, over my jeans.
“Looks like our Daisy got a big boy to take care of her. Well it’s time that mommy got in on the action. She deserves to have everything taken away from her. Just like I did.”
“You’re nothing but pure fucking evil, you deserve to rot in hell.” I spit, as I still try to wrestle my way out of the three goons, who still have an iron clad, hold of me.
Her heels click against the concrete floor as she walks away. Laughing like a deranged hyena and stands next to her perverted husband, before giving him a small nod of her head.
This is it; I’m going to die and all because I fell in love.
Chapter Forty-Two
Daisy
I have no concept of time, or how long I’ve been down here. All I know that sitting in your own puke, is disgusting.
The smell is burning my nostrils and it’s taking everything I have not to be sick again. Animals live better than this. Whilst I’ve been in here, I’ve made my wrists bleed even more. I’ve seen rats come up to me and try to pick at the vomit, that coats my skin.
My entire body is shaking from anxiety and the unknown of what’s going to happen, or even if Trey is still alive.
With my back pressed against the cold wall, I resign myself to the fact, that as long as Trey gets out alive. I don’t give a fuck what they do to me anymore.
My head falls forward on my shoulders and I start to give up the fight. When I start to think I’m going to be left in this retched room forever, the metal door squeaks open. I slowly raise my head, my eyes squinting with the light that's pouring in through the door. Finn comes to where I’m sitting on the dirty floor, reaches behind me, shoving me forward. Then grabbing my bloodied wrists, letting me go from my restraints and yanking me up from the floor by my arm.
“Try any funny business and I’ll shoot lover boy, the second he sees us.”
Spit from his mouth lands on the side of my cheek, from how close he is to me and I just want to rip off my own skin.
Dragging me out of my cell they’ve kept me in, I’m pulled down a long corridor. That makes me want to lose my stomach again, but I manage to keep it down and take deep controlled breaths, just like Trey taught me. The smell is disgusting, the walls have what I think is blood and urine splattered up them. My stomach recoils again, making my bare feet falter.
“Come on, we don’t have time for you to be difficult.”
Finn takes me by the back of my neck and pushes me forward, until we’re going through another metal door. We’re in an open space, it’s dark with only a few lights on in the middle of the room. It’s then I see Trey and I can no longer hold back the vomit I’ve been trying to keep in my stomach. Right there, standing in the dark and abandoned space, I puke what's left of the contents of my stomach, onto the concrete floor. Some of it splashes up onto Finns boots.
“You dirty bitch.”
My head is yanked back by my hair and I cry out from the pain, where he’s ripping my hair out at the roots.
“Get your hands off her.”
I hear Trey scream and my eyes find his immediately.
Finn keeps his hand in my hair and pushes me forward, until I’m only a few inches away from where Trey is being held back by three other big fuckers. I recognize them, they are Mike, Vic and Callum. They’ve all worked for my wicked stepfather for as long as I can remember. I can’t believe that they think that this is all okay. That it’s right to kidnap a woman and her boyfriend, from his bedroom.
My eyes take Trey in and he’s got blood running down the side of his face. Bruises have started to appear along his jaw.
I hate seeing him like this because of me, but I’m so fucking elated that he’s still alive.
“Trey…”
For a split moment, I forget that Finn has me by the hai
r. I try to go to him, but I’m stopped when the pain shoots through my scalp again, from his hold on me.
“Well, well. Looks like the party is just about to get started. How are you Daisy? Have you missed me?”
Charles.
The sound of his voice alone as me wanting to beg him to let us go. I want to do that but if I do, it’ll make things worse for me and Trey. Charles gets off on knowing he has all the power over you. Steeling myself, I pull my shoulders back and look in the direction of the one voice, I will never forget. There he is, looking like he’s just simply left the office for the day, dressed in his pristine, black suit and what’s going on around us, is perfectly normal.
I will not, let him win.
I will not, let him get into my head.
I’m strong now.
I am not his victim anymore.
I repeat that mantra in my head, as he comes closer to where I’m standing with Finn. As he approaches, I hear Trey growl.
“I warned you fucker, don’t you dare touch her.”
He struggles against the three big bastards, that have a hold on him, to stop him from going anywhere.
“Do I need to remind you of what will happen, if you don’t keep that mouth of yours shut?” Charles sneers at Trey.
Coming to stand in front of me, his cold hard, grey eyes stare into mine. He’s trying to intimidate me, like he used to, manipulate me into bending to his will.
“I’ve missed you, Daisy.”
He strokes his forefinger down my cheek and along my jaw, but I snap my head to the side to try and stop him.
“What do you want, Charles? Come to finish me off, altogether have you? The job you did last time wasn’t satisfactory enough for you?”
I notice his expression change when I talk, he’s not used to me fighting back.
“If you’re gonna do it, then get it over with, but this is between me and you. Not him.”
I flick my chin in Trey’s direction. Charles steps further forward, so his body is practically touching mine. I want to take a step back. The thought of him touching me, disgusts me and makes my skin crawl, but I will endure anything, if it means he doesn’t hurt Trey anymore. Only I don’t, I stand my ground. I will not let him see that he revolts me and makes me want to rip my own skin, from my bones.
“Oh Daisy, Daisy. You really are stupid, aren’t you?”
His sniggering is making me feel even more uneasy, he clearly knows something that I don’t.
“Just spit it out Charles, I’m not that little girl you can play games with anymore.”
The click of heels has me whipping my head to the left of me, so fast, that my neck cracks. Pain consumes my skull, where Finn is still keeping a tight grip of me.
“M... Mom?”
The woman who was supposed to love me. Protect me at all costs, comes into sight and out of the shadows, goes and stands next to Trey.
“What would you do if I took him from you? Would you kill me?” She sniggers as she runs a finger over Trey’s chest. “Or would you let me have him, just to save yourself, Daisy? It’s not the first time, you’ve done that.”
My brows pull in and my lips purse at her words.
She’s speaking in riddles; I have no idea what she’s talking about.
“W… W… What are you talking about?”
My voice trembles, this is the first time I’ve spoken to her in ten years. The hate her face is displaying towards me, is clear as the vomit on my legs.
With slow strides, she turns away from Trey, making me her new target. Out of nowhere her hand swings out and she punches me at the side of my temple, making me stumble on my feet. Even Finn can’t keep a hold of me. She hits me that hard, I’m seeing white spots in my vision. I try to center myself but it’s useless. Trey is roaring, telling her to get away from me, as she grabs my chin so hard, my jaw cracks.
“You. You took my boy away from me. I never wanted a girl.” She screams in my face.
Boy? What boy is she talking about?
I’ve always been an only child, so who is this boy, she’s talking about?
“M… Mom…”
“Stop calling me that. You’re no child of mine. I wanted him and only him, but you were too selfish, even before you were born,” she screams in my face.
Is she telling me I was a twin? I really don’t understand what she’s saying. I’ve never heard of me having a brother before. Surely, if she blamed me, then she would have thrown it in my face every day. My head is exploding with this information and processing it in this type of situation, is not the best. Then it dawns on me, the abuse, the rape I suffered at the hands of that monster. That was her revenge. Her way of making me suffer, for something that was out of my control.
I feel the blood drain from my face.
“Daisy, you drained the life out of my baby boy. You killed him. I hadn’t even met him, and I loved him more than anything.”
Her voice, as she informs me of all this, shows no emotion. She’s dead on the inside now. Whatever it is, that happened to make her hate me so much, has taken root deep inside of her. She’s never going to let it go.
“I found out I was having twins and I was over the moon, a boy and a girl. When they told me, I was having a girl, I crumbled a little. I didn’t want a girl. They’re too independent and don’t need their mothers, once they grow up. Believe me I know, but I knew he would always want me. He was going to be mommy’s boy. I’d have made sure of it that he relied on me for everything. Then when I went for my sonogram at twenty weeks…”
She’s now pacing in front of me, as she talks, and I can see now that she does physically hate me. She’s never loved me; she’s not even tried to.
“They told me that he had died in my womb, something called twin-to-twin transfusion syndrome. Basically…” She laughs and it makes me shudder. “You drained all the blood for yourself and you killed him. I had to keep him inside of me while he was dead and you were living, until it was time for you to be born.”
“M…”
I go to call her Mom again but before the word is even out my mouth, she has her hand wrapped tightly around my throat. Her nails are digging into my skin and she’s cutting off my air supply.
“You don’t deserve to be happy; you took the one thing I wanted away from me. Now, you have to pay the price.”
She lets me go and I suck in as much air as I possibly can, back into my lungs.
“I thought letting Charles get his hands on you, would break you. That you’d do me a favor and just die, but imagine my surprise, when I get contacted by what turns out to be a reliable source. I find out that you’re living happily, fucking, after in New York. I couldn’t let that happen. You took something from me, so I’m going to take something from you.”
The evil smile that spreads across her face, tells me she means Trey.
She’s going to take the final step and break me once and for all. There's nothing I can do to stop her, as she makes her way over to where he’s still being held back.
No.
Not him.
He’s everything to me and I’d rather be the one that dies.
Chapter Forty-Three
Trey
If I knew I wouldn’t break any bones by trying to get away from the three fuckers, who have me held back, I would have broken loose. I would’ve stopped the evil bitch from talking and laying her hands on my girl.
Instead, I’ve had to stand here, watch and listen, as her own flesh and blood, took satisfaction in telling her, that she was raped. Then viciously attacked, because of something that happened, that was not her fault.
No wonder Pink’s been so messed up all her life, even her own mother has never shown her any love. All because she was a girl. The woman is fucking nut job.
She doesn’t want Daisy to be happy, because she isn’t.
Don’t even get me started with the questions, that are running around in my mind. About whom the
person is that went and told these psychopaths, where she was.
“No. Don’t you dare touch him; this has nothing to do with him.” Pink screams, her voice echoing of the concrete walls.
My heart surges with pride, as she tries to protect me from the evil bitch, that is now once again, running her hand over my chest.
“Trey Spencer, right?”
I don’t dignify her question with an answer, I just stare at her with utter contempt and disgust.
“I know all about you.”
I scoff in her face; she knows nothing about me. Until this moment, I had never met the woman before in my life.
“Heir to the Royals of oil back in Austin. A grade A student and a genius on the football field. Then bam…”
She claps her hands together for effect.
“One night you fuck your best friends' girlfriend and he’s the one that ends up getting killed.”
Holy shit.
How does she know this stuff?
The only people who know I fucked Cam’s girlfriend are Daisy and the guys, I know they wouldn’t blab to anyone.
Clicking away on her heels, she looks at the goon who’s got Daisy by the hair and gives him a curt nod. Pink gets shoved down to the floor, onto her hands and knees. He gives her a swift kick to the stomach, causing her to collapse to the floor in a ball and cry out.
“That’s nothing, you’ll get worse if you try to move.” he warns her, before he goes and opens the door on my right.
As I watch to see what other sick, fucked up, surprises they have in store for us, I notice Charles standing close to Pink. She’s shifting uncomfortably and he has his hand rubbing over his crotch.
The dirty fucking bastard.
I’m going to cut his balls off, the second I get the chance to.
Another set of heels clicking on the warehouse floor, has me snapping my head in their direction. Before I can grasp what, I'm seeing, Stacey makes an appearance.
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