Save Me (Taken Series Book 1)

by Cannavina, Whitney

  When my uncle explained how he came about finding her I wasn’t really surprised. When he found a kid who fought against the best and won, he wanted to keep a close eye on him and see if he could help our business. He learned quickly that this kid was not going to help him the way he had hoped. This kid was a good kid who was dealt a shitty life and had anger issues. Even though he fought and beat everyone near and far he was a good man at heart. He wasn’t ruthless like most other fighters tried to be but he was the best, just not the best for this business.

  From what I was told, he asked the kid to listen in on conversations to see what he could find out about the local sex trafficking ring. It was his way to keep the kid busy and to find out if anyone has figured out who the identity of the boss is. Of course the boss is him so if anyone found out he ran it then his career would be over as a cop. For him, being a cop gave him a way to hide in plain sight and to make any information disappear that would lead the law to him.

  After he watched this kid he noticed a girl hanging around him all the time except for at his fights. She intrigued him and the more he saw her the more he wanted her. It was a lot like how I fell for her. So he asked me to come to her high school and find out everything I could about her before we took her. Now she’s with me at my safe house all to myself. It seemed like a long time coming but she’s here. Nobody can find her and nobody will take her from me.

  When first taking her and having her in that cell in the warehouse was torture but it had to be done. It was practically sound proof and only three of us had the key to get into the office where her cell was located. My uncle, Tank, and I were also the only ones to know about her being there. I didn’t worry about anyone finding her but having her in there made me feel like I was some sort of crazed kidnapper ready to murder. I’m not crazed and soon she will realize I didn’t kidnap her. She will realize I brought her home. It may take some time for her to come to that conclusion but when she does I know I can make her happy. She will never want to leave me and she will fall in love with me like I have her.

  When it was time to move her to this house, my uncle told me I needed to take her to the whore house first where the other girls are held, waiting to be sold. He needed me to talk to some clients before I left town and I needed her to be out of the warehouse while the fights went on. He thought that Forrest kid was going to break in to the office that night and he wanted her somewhere that he couldn’t find her. I should have just left with her then instead of going through all the bullshit afterwards.

  Who knew the boy was smart and would find her at the whore house and take her from me? I was livid. I never thought that I would lose her to that little shit. I was ready to kill him. When I called my uncle to tell him what happened he said to wait a little while because he would be getting a call with her location.

  So I waited impatiently for his call and once I received it there was no way I wasn’t going to go get her but my uncle had other plans. He wanted me to wait until he picked her up. He said he was going to kill Forrest and take Sierra pretending to save her and bring her to this house where I was supposed to wait. Then he would tell the squad that the kidnapper must have followed Forrest and killed him taking Sierra with him.

  That was just bullshit. I wasn’t going to let him touch her or have her in his possession for any amount of time if I could help it. Who knows what kind of things he would do to her in that time so I followed him instead. I parked my car behind his after he went inside and then got out myself and walked to the door. As I heard a shot ring out I stopped myself from going in and waited to see what happened next. If someone was dead I wanted to make sure who it was that still lived. Then there was another and then a third and I didn’t wait to figure it out this time. I was going in and killing whoever got in my way.

  When I walked in and saw my uncle on the floor I saw red. Not because someone shot him. I would congratulate the bastard and pat him on the back. No. I was pissed because he wasn’t dead. I had hoped that maybe the two killed each other but I see that hadn’t happened. Though I do believe the shot was a fatal wound hitting an artery based on how much blood he was sitting in and where it had hit in the abdomen.

  He was surprised when I burst through the door but didn’t say anything about me being there. He must have realized there was no way I wasn’t getting in on the action and he was right. Although I don’t believe he realized my intent was to kill him.

  “What the fuck? Why didn’t you fucking tell me to come with you for back-up? Were you trying to fuck things up for me?” I couldn’t contain my fury at being left out of this rescue mission.

  “For you? You can’t be here. You could get me caught. It’s supposed to look like the kidnapper found them and killed him.”

  “Well how the fuck do you explain you being shot? Hmm? They are going to want to know why you’re here and why you were shot.” I see out of the corner of my eye that the kid who took Sierra from me has been shot twice and is on the floor bleeding and sitting in a pool of his own blood also.

  “I’ll just tell them that I tried to stop the kidnapper but got shot and couldn’t save her.” Sure that will work. I’ve seen these cop shows before. Their forensics will point out that Forrest shot him with his own gun. How the fuck is he going to explain that? I don’t say this though because he probably already knows that. Instead I go over to the kid and shoot him in the head before he shoots me.

  The kid was barely alive as it was and still tried to be the hero by aiming his gun at me. I wasn’t going down by a half dead kid though. No way. If I go down it’s going to be like in the movie Scarface where he’s high as fuck and going down in a blaze of glory. ‘Say hello to my little friend’ as I shoot up the place killing everyone and everything around me until I get taken down.

  I walk by my uncle and head straight back to the room where I heard Sierra screaming. She probably thinks I’m here to kill her but I’m not. I’m here to save her and take her away from this place of insanity.

  Trying to get her to cooperate though was difficult. I ended up having to hit her and tie her up. It reminded me of when she tried to escape at the warehouse. I couldn’t let her. She belongs with me but she still needs to figure that out. In the warehouse I felt bad for hurting her but it had to be done. She’ll understand that soon enough.

  After finally tying her up I throw her over my shoulder and head out. She screams the whole way for Forrest and I want so badly to tell her he’s not coming that I killed him but she’ll see soon enough. Instead I stop where my uncle is for just a moment to say my goodbyes as I hear the sirens blaring from down the street. “If you live, just know that I will kill you if you come near Sierra. She’s mine now.”

  I knew the moment that Sierra saw Forrest’s lifeless body. Instant satisfaction engulfed me as her screams and fighting stopped. I wanted to beat my chest like a caveman with the knowledge that there is nobody else in my way now when it comes to Sierra being mine. Nobody to stop me from keeping her all to myself and nobody who will come and take her from me again.

  I knew I had to hurry and get her out of that house before the police arrived so I rushed to my car, placed a nearly catatonic Sierra in the trunk so nobody could see her, and drove off like a bat out of hell in the opposite direction the police were coming from. It took several hours of side streets, highways and driving in circles to finally arrive at our destination. I was only somewhat worried about how Sierra fared on the ride here because of how quiet she was but I knew she was ok.

  The ride to the house was quiet and I hadn’t received any calls during my long drive. There was plenty of time to contemplate what I wanted to do first. I have waited a long time for this day to come and I won’t wait any longer to take what I’ve longed for. To take what I’ve dreamed about for months. I can already taste her sweat essence on my tongue. I can already imagine how she will feel wrapped around my cock as I slid deeply into that sweet pussy. She will be as tight as a glove fitted just for me. I am already hard as a
rock just thinking about it as I adjust myself to relieve the straining in my pants.

  I plan to take her in every way possible before the week is through. Then I plan to take her every day as many times as I can from here on out because I can. She will learn to love it. She will learn to enjoy my cock in her pussy and moan at every touch I make and scream with every thrust. I will use her and never get my fill because she is the one.

  All those times I visited with her in the warehouse I wanted so badly to fuck her. I refrained only because that room was so filthy and not fit for such a precious gem like Sierra. I wanted it to be special. I wanted her to remember our first time as someplace comfortable and safe. Once I drove through the gates that line the house and keep people from seeing what goes on inside, my anticipation grew. I was near my breaking point. I had to have her now. I had to make her mine. Mark her for everyone to see that she is not to be touched.

  Sierra was still quiet and in a haze when I opened the trunk and carried her into the house, up the stairs, and into her bedroom. It was a little unnerving and frustrating all at once. Why did she care so much about that kid? Why couldn’t she realize that he was nothing and that he wasn’t coming back? She needed to get over it. I’ll show her what a real man is and soon she will forget all about Forrest.

  After tossing her onto the bed I stalk to the door, closing and locking it so she can’t escape me. When I lean against the door I take in her near naked form. She looks like an angel. My angel. She’s gorgeous and I want so badly to be inside of her already.

  “That was a very stupid thing you did running away from me. Did you honestly think I wouldn’t find you?” She looks like a frightened animal. She knows I would have found her. I can see it on her face as she looks resigned to her fate. Then her look changes to hate and more fear. She must sense my need for her. The need that only she can fix.

  “You know what I want. Don’t you? You tease me. Wearing that skirt shorter than the other girls while you performed those cheers. Always strutting around shaking your ass in front of me so I would notice. Only wearing your sports bra when you practiced. You did that for me. And then you run. You play hard to get. I’m all for games but you nearly fucked everything up for us. Tsk. Tsk. You’ve been very naughty and I think it’s time you get punished.” So naughty in fact I think she needs to be punished badly. She knows it too as her fear escalates making me want her even more. Oh yes. I love when I’m feared. It’s a turn on when it’s fear from a woman. That moment when they realize I’m about to brutalize them. Feeling their heart escalate and their breath come out in short spurts as they search for an escape. It’s better than being on ecstasy.

  I remember the fear on her face when I barged into the bedroom just a few short hours ago to take her back. She’s mine and that bastard took her from me but he won’t ever get her again. I smile in satisfaction knowing he’s dead and he’s never coming back for her. And my uncle. Oh yes. He’s either dead in a pool of his own blood or he will be if he ever comes here to take Sierra from me.

  “I don’t share and that bastard who took you from me touched my property. Touched you. He had to pay so I put a bullet in his brain. We don’t need to worry about him again. Your mine now and nobody can save you.” Soon she will forget all about him. Soon she will only want me. Soon she will be mine in every way.

  I stride towards her ready to make her mine in the most pleasurable of ways when she starts to beg once I reach her. “Please don’t do this. Please!” God that is the most amazing sound I’ve heard from her. I love when people beg. Especially women as they beg me to stop while I fuck them broken.

  “Oh yes. Beg. I love to hear you beg. Beg for your life. Beg for your virtue. Hearing please come from your sweet lips is like music to my ears.” I know she doesn’t want to hear that her pleas turn me on. I’m disappointed when she stops and stare’s defiantly back at me before closing her eyes in acceptance. That’s ok though. I know that her fight isn’t over because that’s what she is. She’s a fighter and I bet she will start screaming and fighting me in just a few short moments.

  “Oh come on baby. Don’t get quiet on me now. I love hearing the sweet sound of your voice.” When I grab for her waist she starts fighting. Ah yes. Just what I want. My cock is throbbing, craving for release and soon I shall have it.

  I love how much she tries to fight me as she turns over to crawl away. “Oh yeah baby. Keep fighting me. I love it. I’m already so fucking hard for you.” I grab Sierra behind the back of her neck pushing her face down and grind into her ass. She feels perfect for me. Her as fits perfect against me. I’m sure she’s real tight too. She may even be a virgin. Then again maybe not because she was practically naked when I found her in that room. Her fear escalates and my desire grows with every pounding beat of her heart and labored breathe. I slide my hand to cup her pussy just to see if she’s as turned on as I am right now but she’s as dry as the Sierra Desert.

  Fitting. I smile at my reference.

  “Don’t worry. I have lube. I’ll slide right in with it.” I slide my finger in quickly before a second and a third causing her to cry out in pain. She’s so tight that I need to stretch her just a little to make it easier for me. I’m sure it will hurt when I push my cock in but pain is the gateway to pleasure, I always say. I continue to play with her, feeling her juices as I spread my fingers inside of her.

  “You like that do you? I knew you would.” A tear escapes her eye but I pay no attention as my need grows too unbearable. I need to be inside of her now. I pull my fingers from her before lining my cock to her entrance and she starts to buck beneath me. She’s feisty and I almost cum before I even get to feel her wrapped tight around me. I slam into her and it’s as if the world has righted itself and I’m home. I know she has to feel the same. There’s no way I am the only one feeling this intense pleasure and rightness. She’s so tight I almost lose myself and cum right in that first thrust.

  “Oh fuck. Fuck. God you’re tight. You feel so fucking good. I have waited for this for a long time.” Too long.

  “Stop. Please stop. It hurts. Please!” her begging is just making the pleasure even better as I start to pound into her with deep, hard thrusts. I get closer and closer to exploding the harder I fuck her and the more she moves. I can’t stop myself. I grip her hard and listen to her cries and pleas to stop as they bring me closer to the biggest orgasm I’ve ever have.

  “That’s it. Keep begging. I’m so close… So close…Oh yeah…” I grunt from the exertion of my thrusts. Before I know it a wave of heat moves through my body from head to toe alerting me that my orgasm is near, then I cum hard. I knew it would be amazing. I cum so hard it’s almost painful with so much pleasure flowing through me. “Oh fuck…” I don’t want her to move for fear it may be too much for me so I push her deeper into the mattress to control her. I have no words as the last of my orgasm seeps from me into Sierra’s tight cunt.

  As my orgasm finally ebbs, I pull out feeling loss then lift my pants up and right myself before untying Sierra. As much as I love seeing her bound I don’t want her to be uncomfortable. She’s here to stay forever with me and I want her happy. I doubt that she’s happy being tied up as she lays on the bed silently crying even after she’s untied so I leave her be. I don’t say another word as I close and the lock the door behind me so she can’t escape.

  I walk to my room at the end of the hall, mind you it’s a long hallway, and enter the darkened room. It’s plain with nothing but a bed and dresser. No pictures or items on the shelves to show my personality. I like it that way because then nobody can figure me out. That’s how I’ve always been. There were never pictures of naked women on my walls or bands and actors that I liked hanging up, no pictures to remember a favorite moment with family or friends, and no books to give way to what I’m interested in. Just gray empty walls, black comforter and pillows, and clothes hung color coded in the walk in closet or folded neatly in the dresser.

  I head to the bathroom that connects
to my room and start the shower before stripping from my clothes. I need to wash all the remnants of the past forty eight hours from my body so I can return to Sierra and have a repeat performance from just moments ago. I want to be fresh and clean for her. If it wasn’t for my incessant need to have her earlier than I would have done this after showing her to her room.

  As I step under the steaming hot water I can feel the stress of the day being rinsed from my body. I scrub the shampoo into my sweat ridden hair when I hear something odd. Being under the water I couldn’t decipher what it was that I had heard but it probably wasn’t anything good. I quickly wash up before stepping out, grasping my plush white towel hanging on the rack and wrapping it around my hard body.

  I step out of the bathroom to my bedroom letting all the steam from my shower waft out before grabbing a pair of black slacks and a button up gray shirt to put on. I hurry and towel myself dry and throw the clothes on without buttoning the shirt all the way and head out. I don’t know what that loud noise was but it probably wasn’t anything good and I need to find out quick just how much damage Sierra did.

  I stride down the hall quickly and reach her door, unlocking it before thrusting it open ready to scold her for whatever it is she broke. The first thing I notice is the broken window before I see Sierra on the floor looking ghostly pale. It takes me a moment to realize all the red that’s on and around her is her blood. She broke the goddamn window and cut herself. Why the hell would she do such a stupid thing like that?

  I rush to her side and check her pulse frantic and hoping she’s not already dead. Her pulse is low. So low I almost wasn’t sure it was even there. I rip my shirt off and wrap her arms up with it to slow the bleeding before running out of the room to grab my cell from my bedroom. When I make it back to her room I am already on the phone with a friend of mine who studied medicine telling him to come quick. I continue to keep an eye on Sierra’s pulse as I hold my shirt to her cuts hoping it’s not too late. I just got her and I can’t lose her now.