Savage Savior (Savage People Book 3)

by Charleigh Rose

  “Why are you wearing a dress tonight?” I inquired. It was a simple green and yellow summer dress with palm trees and smiling suns print. Pretty ridiculous and juvenile, but she pulled it off, like anything else this chick wore.

  “Because it’s hot outside,” she half-stated, half-asked.

  “Or maybe because you want me to have better access to your pussy and ass,” I concluded.

  She stared at me with a mixture of hatred, lust, and fascination leaking from her eyes.

  “Look, if I don’t have anything to do, I’d like to go online and look at this college course I found in Indiana.”

  “Indiana, huh?” I asked. “What kind of course is that?”

  “Business development,” she answered.

  “Are you interested in business?” I rubbed the stubble on my chin, then moved my hand across my tied hair. She followed my hand, and I loved how she was so fucking hot for me, even when she tried to tell me—and herself—that she was moving away.

  “Not particularly,” she admitted. “But this particular course is not too difficult to get into.”

  “Eh.” I nodded. “That’s a great career choice.”

  “I’m serious, Cole,” she said. I stood up from my chair because I’d had enough of her bullshit and needed her on my tongue right that second. “I’m leaving. I’m going away by the fall.”

  “Fine.” I didn’t argue. What was the point? She wasn’t going anywhere. She was staying here with me.

  “You promised you wouldn’t stop me.” Her voice sounded like a warning, and I kneeled in front of her, turning her chair from my desk to the side so I could stand on my knees between her soft thighs.

  “Do you see me arguing with you? If you wanna go to Indiana, go to Indiana. I’m not going to stop you. But you’ll be back in three days, mark my words. Because New York has one thing Indiana doesn’t.”

  “And what’s that?” She quirked one eyebrow.

  “Me,” I said, just as I plunged one finger into her pussy through her panties. I knew it must’ve hurt her, as the fabric of her underwear was stretched all the way in, but I needed to prepare her for what was coming next. She moaned in pain and pleasure and grabbed my face, pulling me to her lips.

  “Fuck, Cole,” she murmured, my finger still inside her. I started swirling it around her greedy wet cunt while kissing her furiously. My tongue fucked her mouth violently, and I bit her lower lip and chin until she winced in pain. Tonight I wanted rough. Tonight I wanted dirty like I knew Jade could be. Tonight I needed her to make me forget about the Italians and our upcoming war.

  “What do you want me to do?” I asked her.

  “I want you to eat my pussy,” she whined into my mouth, and I smiled. “That’s why I wore a fucking dress,” she admitted. “Because I wanted you to feast on me and see your lips glistening with my want for you.”

  She was so fucking perfect.

  I pulled away from her immediately, building her anticipation brick by brick.

  “Go to the alcohol shelf,” I ordered, pointing my chin to the shelf of drinks behind the desk. There weren’t many of them, but they were all hard liquor. The kind my stepdad probably drank when he wasn’t beating my mom.

  “What?” she asked, confused.

  “I said go to the fucking shelf and don’t turn around until I tell you to.”

  She got up and did as she was told, and I loved watching her tight little ass in that dress as she swayed it for me intentionally, trying to make me mad with want, and waited for further instructions.

  “Choose something nasty. The one with the highest percentage of alcohol.”

  She read through the labels briefly before plucking out a Russian brand of vodka. I heard it was so fucking toxic old Russian grandmothers made it in the backyards of their houses on the mountains. This was going to be rad.

  “Turn around and come here with the bottle,” I said, then added, “then lie on the floor for me.”

  She handed me the bottle, confusion coloring every feature and curve in her pretty little face, her green eyes firing ten million questions my way. I wasn’t going to answer any of them. I unscrewed the cap with my teeth and watched as her back was on the floor and her eyes were zoomed on the ceiling. Pushing her dress up, I jerked her hips apart until she was wide open for me, and when she was, I lowered down, bit her panties with my teeth, and tore them from her body inch by inch.

  Slowly.

  Deliberately.

  Painfully.

  She gasped and tried to stand back up before I shoved her back to the floor effortlessly, watching as pink took over her pretty face and neck. She was flushed, embarrassed, and a little hurt.

  “Don’t hurt me,” she said, her voice soft and scared. Something about the way she said it rubbed me the wrong way. Like someone at some point really did actually hurt her. I made a mental note to ask her about it when I had the time, which wasn’t right now. But I did want to reassure her.

  “Trust me, Jade,” I said. “Everything I’m going to do to you is going to leave you asking for more, okay?”

  She nodded timidly and stared back at the ceiling. Suddenly, she wasn’t the brave, sassy Jade that I knew, or wanted to get to know, but just a girl who was scared someone much bigger than her was going to hurt her. I took the open bottle of vodka gently. It was mostly empty as I pushed its neck between her folds slowly until it was halfway through. It wasn’t very long, but she looked down in horror as I placed one hand under her ass to tilt her body up. I slid the bottle back out and started pouring the vodka onto her, and leisurely and methodically, I started fucking her with the neck of the bottle, being extra careful so it wouldn’t break.

  I could feel how she was tense around the bottle before her nerves loosened and pleasure washed over her. The alcohol was cold and fresh on her skin, with a sweet bite she wanted more of, and she started thrusting her groin up in my direction for me to shove more of the bottle into her pussy.

  “Deeper,” she moaned, biting down on her lower lip and driving me mad. I was sitting between her open thighs, propping her ass with one hand and serving her the best fucking orgasm she was about to get. And still, all I could think about was how I wanted to take that girl on a date, proper date, real date, and ask her who hurt her and what was his goddamned address.

  “Shhh, baby. Don’t hurt yourself. I promise I’ll take care of all your needs, okay?”

  She nodded and moaned some more as I emptied most of the bottle’s contents onto her pussy. When I slid the neck of the bottle in and out of her cunt, it was so juiced up I was probably able to use the lube on it to put it in her ass. I decided to wait with the anal yet again, because I didn’t want her to be scared or suspicious. Tonight was about marking her mine with my tongue.

  “Why did you stop?” she protested in frustration. “It was so goo…Oh!”

  Yes.

  Oh.

  My tongue dove so fucking deep into her greedy pussy, full of vodka and juices. I thrust my tongue into her folds deeper and deeper, parting her lips with my fingers and digging my nose and teeth into her clit, giving it special treatment. The screams Jade produced that night were later on used to torture prisoners in Guantanamo Bay.

  Well, I may be exaggerating, but believe me when I say that my woman almost shattered every single window on that floor. We were lucky the windows were double-glazed—it was a nightclub, after all—otherwise Graham would have killed me for footing the bill on those windows.

  That night, Jade came three times.

  And by the time her shift was over, I was so drunk from eating her pussy and drinking the vodka in it, I had to call a cab to take her home.

  I made sure she got into the cab okay, turned around, and stumbled back into the club.

  And then I passed the fuck out.

  I giggled when I got into the back seat of the cab. I was so giddy that I even told the cabbie I was seeing a new guy, and that even though I was going to move to another state soon, I was beginning to s
uspect that there was really some potential to him.

  My pussy still throbbed with the bite of the alcohol, but it also felt so completely numb from all the orgasms and…well, yes, the alcohol, too. I continued talking about Cole mindlessly, even though it was apparent that the older tan man behind the wheel didn’t give a damn about what I had to say, and I suspected he didn’t even know English at all.

  “Hey, uhm, you missed my street,” I said when the man with the black moustache and tiny beady eyes just drove past my condo without even looking at the numbers plastered on the buildings. Then I knocked on the divider between him and the passenger’s seat and raised my voice. “Excuse me?” I said extra slowly, in case he didn’t hear very well or didn’t speak the language. “You missed my house.”

  Still, no response.

  Panic coursed through me when I realized that it was completely possible that it wasn’t that he didn’t hear me or didn’t understand me—maybe he just didn’t care.

  I fished my phone out, dialing nine-one-one before I felt my phone tossed from my hand at the speed of light. It was the driver. He opened the divider between us, got rid of my phone, and now he was speaking.

  “I would advise against it, Jade Sexton.”

  How the hell did he know my name?

  And what the fuck was going on?

  I tried to open the door to my seat, but it was locked, of course. I rolled down the window and started shouting for help, but he shut it right back up and locked it for good measure. At this point, I had no choice but to try to fight him. I raised my body from my seat and tried to claw his eyes out of his head, praying that the impending car accident I was inevitably creating wouldn’t kill me, but he bit my wrist hard, producing blood, and I instinctively pulled away.

  Ten minutes later, he stopped near a warehouse that looked deserted. I thought we were in the Bronx, but I couldn’t be sure. Three burly men in black casual clothes waited for him at the entrance to the warehouse, and the minute we stopped, they opened the door to my side and pulled me out roughly. I kicked and screamed, but it didn’t help. They carried me into the warehouse, and I felt like I was going to faint. The hysteria was just too much to take. How did they know my name? What the hell did they want from me? Was this about Stefano…?

  “Hello, Jade,” I heard a familiar voice and twisted my head in horror. My mouth fell open, and I took him in. My ex-boyfriend, Stefano, was tall, but not as tall as Cole, and ripped as fuck. Again, nothing in comparison to Cole, and unlike Cole, he used his physical strength against women. I knew that for a fact.

  “Aren’t you happy to see me? Don’t thank me yet.” He put one hand up. “I have another surprise for you.”

  Lucky Luciano. I heard about him in the news and in the papers, but I’d never met him before, even when I dated Stefano. After that, I knew Stefano worked for his organization, but I failed to see why I’d be of any interest to any of them. I mean, it had been so many months since I’d threatened Stefano with the police, and obviously, I didn’t snitch. No. It couldn’t have been about me. The Italians had beef with one gang, and one gang only…

  Oh, no.

  “What the hell do you mean?” I barked at him, trying to pull away from the bruising grip of the two men who held my wrists to my back. Just when I thought I couldn’t be any more frightened and angry, he snapped his fingers twice, and from the blackness appeared an all too familiar person I was desperate not to see in this place.

  Three people, to be exact.

  Dahlia. Emerson. And Kathleen.

  Dahlia looked like she’d put up a fight and had a little bit of a bloody lip and wild hair, but thank God, the babies were untouched. Kathleen slept in her mother’s arms while Emerson clung onto Dahl’s pink pajama pants, looking horrified.

  “Baby.” I started crying hysterically, sniffing and still smiling to Emerson. “Sweetheart, don’t worry. Auntie Jade’s here. This is just a game, okay? A fun, surprise game we are playing in the middle of the night.”

  Emerson nodded, still watching me intently, but she didn’t smile. Not even once.

  Fuck, I wanted to scream. Everything was going to hell.

  I tried to make a move toward them, but the goons wouldn’t budge.

  “Dahl…Dahl, look at me. Are you okay?” Her eyes met mine, and they were filled with fear. So much fear. But also fire. Mama Bear wasn’t happy. She nodded slowly, hardening her features. I stared back at her, trying to convey with my eyes that we would be okay. We’d get out of this. Graham and Cole had to be coming. We just needed to be strong in the meantime.

  “Out!” Stefano barked, snapping his fingers at the men holding me. “Take those three into another room. My sweet Jade and I have a lot of catching up to do.”

  “No!” I couldn’t let them separate us. I needed to know they were okay. I ran toward Dahlia and the girls, but I didn’t make it more than a couple feet when I was yanked back by my hair. Stefano gripped my hair in his fist without mercy and hauled my back into his chest. I changed my mind. I didn’t want the girls to see any of this. Emerson screamed, and Dahlia shielded her with her body so she couldn’t see me, whispering assurances that I was okay.

  “Tsk tsk.” He clicked his tongue. “You know better than that. Be a good girl, and nobody gets hurt. Capisce?”

  I gulped and nodded my head. “It’s okay.” I tried to reassure Dahlia and Em. Thank God Leena was too little to know what was going on. “They won’t hurt you. It’s going to be okay.” Dahl didn’t take her eyes off of me until they disappeared down the hallway. One arm holding the baby, and the other hand clasped to Emerson’s, keeping her as close as possible.

  Stefano inhales deeply, burying his nose into my hair. “God, how I’ve missed you. I should fucking kill you, but you always were my weakness, weren’t you?” He still had my hair tangled up into a fist when his other hand came around to wrap around my throat.

  “Well? Don’t you have anything to say to me? Didn’t you miss me, too?” His tongue snaked out to lick the side of my face, and I tried, unsuccessfully, to jerk away. Immediately, the tears started to fall. “Shh, don’t cry, baby. I’ve got you now. Everything’s okay.” He licked my tears as they fell, and I couldn’t tell if he was completely fucking crazy and expected me to actually miss him, or if he was just taunting me. My bet was on the former.

  Stefano angled my head to look up into his almost black eyes. “I forgive you. I know he wouldn’t let you come back to me. But you don’t have to worry. I have you now.” Fuck! He knew about Cole. Cole, however, had no idea that Stefano even existed. My body started to shake uncontrollably, and I couldn’t hold back the sob building in my throat.

  “It’s okay, baby. He won’t hurt you. But I will. I forgive you, but you still need to be punished for leaving me.”

  I tried to get my nerves under enough control to get my next question out, taking a deep breath and closing my eyes.

  “What are you going to do to me?”

  An insidious smile transformed his entire face. He truly was the devil.

  “I’m going to make sure you’ve learned your lesson, and then I’m going to let you watch me kill your little boyfriend.” No, no, no, no, no. I couldn’t let that happen. I had to warn Cole. I knew Stefano would be armed with at least one firearm, most likely three. I also knew that his cell phone would be inside the interior pocket of his suit. If I could just get my hands on one or both…

  Without giving it any more thought, I threw my head back into Stefano’s nose and heard a sickeningly, satisfying crunch. Both hands released me and shot to his face, bending over slightly. His expression was pure shock as he withdrew his hands and studied the blood, followed quickly by rage. I put both hands on his shoulders and kneed him in the balls as hard as I could. Stefano dropped to his knees, and I spied the gun peeking out of the inside of his jacket. He spotted my intent, and we both reached for it at the same time. He got his hands around it first, and before I could even process what was going to happen, his ar
m shot out and smacked my face with the butt of the gun. My head whipped around with the force of it, and pain exploded through me. Fuck. That backfired.

  “You’re gonna pay for that one, you little bitch.” He looked like a maniac. His usually perfect slicked-back hair was a wild mess and he had blood pouring from his nose. The look in his eyes chilled me to the core, and I literally shivered in fear.

  “I’m sorry.” I tried weakly, but I could tell I’d pushed too far. Cole had to be coming. He just had to.

  “Too late for sorry, Bambina. Now, take off your dress. We’re going to have some fun, you and I.”

  BANG! BANG! BANG!

  I was passed out on the couch in my office when I heard the incessant banging on the door. I bolted upright, a light sleeper even in my drunken stupor. How long had I been out? I could still see the puddle on the floor from the vodka I drank from Jade’s delicious cunt, so it couldn’t have been that late. A quick glance at my watch told me it was three in the morning. Who in the fuck would need me at this hour? As soon as the thought entered my head, I felt ice running through my veins. My heart stopped. Somehow, I knew, I just knew something was wrong with Jade.

  I ate up the distance between the couch and the door in two big steps, and threw the door open to see Graham with his fist up, about to pound on the door again.

  “Where the fuck is Jade?” he asked. My heart was pounding and the need to get to her was stronger than anything I’d ever felt in my life.

  “I don’t know,” I murmured. He pushed himself in and shouldered his way past me. Hard.

  “Get your shit together, asshole. They don’t just have Jade. They have my fucking girls. Sober the fuck up and get your ass downstairs. We need every man we’ve got.”

  “Who is they? The Italians?” I asked while snatching up my keys, piece, and phone. Graham nodded, jaw clenched.