by T. R. Cupak
Jordan doesn’t waste any time, she walks over to him and whispers, “Are you ready for me, stud?” in the most evil tone I’ve ever heard. She actually made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
“Ah-right, let’s get on with it,” he cheers out as his dick begins to harden.
“Baby, do you want to take care of this one?” she asks me.
“Wait, what’s goin’ on, love. Is there another snatch with you?” He asks the question with more enthusiasm than before.
“Not quiet,” Jordan replies, snatching the blindfold off his head.
“What the—,” he looks at her then back at me. I see the wheels turning in his head. He’s trying to place her, and then the lightbulb goes on.
“Mate, do you know who this whore is?” he asks me.
“Ohhhh, I wouldn’t have called me a whore if I were you,” Jordan laughs out.
I step closer to him and nod to Jordan. She bends down, grabbing his dick, as I use her newly acquired steel blade to hack off his junk. The bloodcurdling scream he lets out is damn near deafening, but no one else can hear him. Jordan’s eyes widen when she realizes she’s still holding his member in her hand.
“Awe, the poor Aussie prick is sad his penis is gone. It’s okay, Arthur, you won’t be needing it ever again,” she informs the man who is now hyperventilating from the pain.
“You-god-dam-whore,” he chokes out. “You’ll pay—,” I quickly grab the piece of flesh from Jordan’s hand and shove his dick into his mouth before he can say anything more.
“I love you, Precious,” I tell her before turning back towards Arthur, jabbing the knife into his heart cavity, twisting it back and forth, enjoying every second he’s breathing in pain. Unfortunately, he didn’t last too much longer. He only got out a few garbled cries past the dick in his mouth. I had every intention of dragging this out; make him suffer longer, but I didn’t want to taint Jordan’s perspective of me. Yes, we just did some heinous shit together, but these men deserved it. They deserved what they got.
Jordan
Within the hour, we were airborne and heading back to our little piece of heaven. Now that this is all over, I want to forget about it. It felt good in the moment, but taking someone’s life, even if it’s deserved, is not all that it’s cracked up to be. The guilt was borderline unbearable.
Monte and Hunter are sitting across from me, carrying on about how we were going to get Armen next, and that’s when I felt my blood go cold as it ran through my veins.
“Hunter, I don’t think I can face him.” Both he and Monte stop talking, and both sets of eyes are on me, waiting for me to elaborate.
I’m not kidding when I say those words. Armen was my stepfather. He lived in my house for over two years before he did what he did. You would think that I could do to him what I just did to Christian and Arthur, but I can’t. The man scares me to death. He haunts me at every turn. More so, I’m afraid of what he would do if we somehow failed.
“Jordan, you just handled that Jersey douche and Aussie asshole like a pro. Why are you afraid of Armen? Monte and I will be right there the whole time.”
Hunter gets up from his seat across from me and comes over to sit by me in a more valiant effort to convince me to change my mind, but I won’t. I never want to see Armen again. I just can’t. He was the only one I couldn’t picture the actual act of revenge. Almost every night leading up to Vegas, I dreamt of how Arthur and Christian’s death would go, but never had I dreamt of Armen’s. Every time he was in my dreams, they quickly turned into my same old nightmare; I was back in my bedroom tied up as he raped me.
“No, Hunter, I won’t do it. You and Monte handle him. I’ll stay back and hang out with Maggie and Oscar. They’re leaving soon, anyway.”
Disappointment flashes through Hunter’s eyes, but he sees what this conversation is doing to me. I’ve already proven to be a flight risk, and I know he won’t chance that again. Not ever.
“Okay, Precious. I told you before, I would never pressure you to do something you don’t want to. I love you.”
“You breathe, I breathe,” I say to Hunter before curling up in the fetal position and falling asleep with my head in his lap. He gets it; I hope.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Jordan
After all that was said and done in Las Vegas, the guilt I felt about taking someone’s life weighed heavily on me, and I don’t think it’s something that will ever go away. Yes, I believe they deserved what they got because, let’s face it, Arthur was never going to change. He was a perpetual womanizer. And Christian, he made another human being with his wife and still felt the need to stick his dick elsewhere. They were evil humans who didn’t appreciate the lives they were given, and took those lives for granted. Besides, their quick deaths were nothing compared to the physical and mental anguish I have endured every day since my rape.
All I wanted to do was return home and carry on with my new healthy life with Hunter, but he and Monte had other plans. Every waking moment seemed to be plotting the where and how they were going to take Armen down. It was endless chatter that I wanted to ignore.
Hunter knows I want nothing to do with Armen or their plan, but he still tries to include me in the conversations. Having to repeatedly remind them both that they were on their own was beginning to put a strain on Hunter’s and my relationship. If he would just let it go, we wouldn’t be arguing every other day.
So, when the conversation gets to be too intense for me, I leave the house and go spend time with Maggie and Oscar. By my third trip over to help them pack, Maggie gave me the key to the house. They have been a blessing, and helping them pack up their home gave me an escape, even if it makes me sad knowing that they are leaving sooner than anticipated.
Maggie said that I was welcome anytime, even if the sale isn’t one-hundred percent complete and they are already gone. She can sense something isn’t right with me, but she respects my privacy, and doesn’t push for me to open up.
I sure am going to miss them, but I find comfort thinking that once they are settled back into life with their family in Georgia, Hunter and I will go visit them. It would be great to meet the family I’ve heard so much about, and have seen all of the photo albums bursting at the seams with picture after picture of their beautiful family.
Right now, my only focus is to get them packed and on the road home, and then I will deal with Hunter and his crazy.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Hunter
“Where the fuck is she?” Panic would be an understatement of my current state. Jordan was supposed to meet me at the restaurant. It’s not in her character for her not to text or call if she’s running late, so for the pure fact that she didn’t show up at all has my mind thinking the worst; she left me.
We had been fighting about our final conquest; the last plan of revenge. Jordan begged me to keep her out of this one. She wanted nothing to do with Armen. Her fear of him was different than the others. He was family. He was her stepdad. He was supposed to fucking protect her, not pull a train on a teenaged girl. Armen was the last man on the hit list. He’s the one that will finally give her complete closure and her peace of mind. But, now, I don’t know what to do. Jordan left me. What have I done?
“What do you mean ‘where is she?’ The last time I saw her she was going to change and head to the restaurant,” Monte answers my frantic question as my reality comes crashing down around me. I was so caught up in my own self-pity that I never noticed Monte is now standing next to me. He’s bringing up the app on his phone that can track Jordan’s phone. The indicator shows she’s in the east wing of the house. Without even wasting a single heartbeat I take off down the corridor to our bedroom and there, in the middle of the bed, is Jordan’s phone with no sign of Jordan herself.
“FUCK!” She left me. She knew we could track her so she left the fucking phone on purpose.
“I’ve been here all night, Boss. No one has come in or out of this house without me knowing,” Monte
offers an explanation that doesn’t mean shit to me at this very moment.
“Then where the fuck is she, Monte?” I’m seething at this point. Just as I approach Monte to give him a piece of my mind my cell phone rings with a blocked number, so I answer; hoping to god that it’s her telling me she’s at the restaurant and simply forgot her phone here at the house. I’m not so lucky.
“I believe I have something that belongs to you,” the unknown caller informs me.
It doesn’t take a genius to know the caller is talking about Jordan.
“Motherfucker, you better not harm a single hair on her head,” I threaten.
“Oh, I plan to do so much more than harm this luscious piece of ass. Besides, I don’t think you’re in any position to be making threats. Here, say hello to your boyfriend, Lezleigh.”
Ice cold. That is what I feel when I hear the name Lezleigh. He has her. Armen “fucking” Montgomery has my life, my entire universe in his hands.
“Help me, Hunter;” the faint voice whimpers on the other end of the phone.
“Precious, I will come for you. I promise, baby,” I say as convincingly as I can. Armen has rattled my cage, and hearing Jordan’s voice has crippled me even more.
“Awe, isn’t that cute? “Precious”. Why don’t you check your text messages, Hunter?”
I can hear the shit eating grin on the dirt bags face. He thinks he’s won. I put the phone on speaker and tap the message icon. The first picture to pop up is of my beautiful Jordan’s face, beaten, badly, but that’s not my undoing; it’s the next picture that loads, her naked and bound to a bed that has my world spinning off of its axis.
“Do you like those pictures of your “Precious”, Hunter?” Armen asks after a moment of silence.
“When I find you, I am going to fucking kill you myself, you fucking piece of shit.” I’m looking at Monte who has been on his phone with his “connections” ever since I answered my phone. He’s tracing the call, at least I hope that he can trace it since the number is blocked and we’re on different phones. All I know is that I need to get a location on Jordan now, not later. She won’t survive in the hands of her stepfather.
“Well then, maybe you will like this next message.”
My vision blurs. I can’t get enough air into my lungs. I’ve seen too much and heard things no man should ever have to hear. I drop my phone to the bed before falling to the floor on my knees. Monte grabs my phone, stopping the video before taking over the conversation.
“We got you motherfucker, and we’re coming for you,” Monte threatens Armen when he took over the conversation. I can barely breathe let alone speak, so I’m glad he stepped in.
“Oh, I’m counting on it, Monte.”
My mind is trying to process what Armen sent. I can’t even begin to know what Jordan is going through. I’m completely lost in my own shattered mind to even realize Monte has hung up with Armen.
“Boss, we have Jordan’s location,” Monte informs me, but it’s an echo through the pounding sound of blood rushing to my head. He sounds like he’s miles away instead of standing beside my defeated body. I want to move, but I can’t seem to get up from where I fell.
That vile man sent me a video of him raping her, again. My Precious, the woman I love, is in the hands of that monster; the one person on this planet who could destroy us both.
Jordan’s cries; Jordan begging for him to stop were loud and clear; Jordan promising we wouldn’t go after him; Jordan crying out in pain.
The garbled words “Help me, Hunter” repeat over and over. Will those be the last words she ever speaks to me?
“Boss, we have to go, now,” Monte exclaims with more authority while yanking me to my feet.
“He has her, Monte. How in the fuck did he get her?” My insides are twisted into a million tiny knots. I’m going to be sick.
“She left the house without her phone, Boss. Of all the fucking times for her to be forgetful, it was tonight.”
We had an app on Jordan’s phone that would alert us if she was ever outside of her destination. Yes, we fought about that app. She said she had no privacy, but when I told her it was for my own peace of mind, she reluctantly agreed to keep it. At this point in our relationship we had nothing more to hide from each other so it didn’t matter if I knew her every move. That is if she would have remembered her phone. We would have known she was taken within minutes of Armen grabbing her.
Goddammit! Why did she have to forget her phone tonight?
“He had to have been watching her closely, Boss. Tonight presented an opportunity for him to take her. I wasn’t her escort to the restaurant. She insisted she wasn’t a child, so I let her go on her own. I’m so sorry, Hunter.” The guilt in Monte’s voice isn’t helping me right now. He has nothing to be sorry for.
Monte continues, “The store across from the restaurant showed Jordan getting out of the town car she arrived in. Because of the camera panning, it only caught the last part of her abduction; the part where he pulled her into his vehicle. There were no license plates. The saving grace, we were able to track the cell phone he was calling from. We’ll get her back, Hunter,” my trusted confidante tries to assure me.
“We better get her back…alive.”
“We will, or we will die trying.”
Monte was ready to die for me; hell, he was ready to die for Jordan too. There is no telling what fucked up shit we’re about to get into, but I’m glad I have Monte by my side. I only hope we won’t be too late.
“She’s about an hour plus away. We need to get going, Boss. He’s had her for some time now.”
Jordan
It’s my fault I’m here, in some abandoned house, tied to my old bed. There is no mistaking this bed; this bed that has haunted my dreams for years; this bed that will be the death of me.
Hunter. Hunter’s blue eyes, soft lips, and strong body. Hunter, my protector, my knight who rode in on a black horse and made me—want. Hunter, the man who tried to fix my broken. Hunter, the man I dared to dream of a happier life with. Hunter, the man I foolishly fell in love with.
Armen. Armen’s eyes, red like the devil’s, lips dry and cracked like the Mojave Desert, and still so strong, still overpowering. He’s beaten me with his fists, whipped me with the metal end of his belt, cut me with a sharp object that I couldn’t make out; some of the areas are deep, but that’s not what has me praying for death; it’s the fact that he’s repeatedly defiled my body since tying me to this bed. The second he’s hard again, he slams back into me, pulling out only to come on me, marking me more than he has. Not once has he used any kind of protection. His cum burns the open wounds he’s created.
I can’t live like this. I won’t live like this. I pray one of the cuts he’s made on my arms is deep enough to drain me of what’s left of my feeble life.
If by some unwanted miracle that I am rescued, I know I can’t go back to Hunter after this. I won’t ever be able to face him again. Why did I have to ask him to help me? I don’t want his help. I just want to die.
A loud snap is followed by the metal of Armen’s belt smacking against the skin of my abdomen. My voice is gone. I have nothing left to cry out. Tears slide down my puffed-up cheeks when the metal rips more of my flesh open.
“Look at me you fucking cunt.”
I turn my head in the direction of Armen’s voice, but I can barely see him. My left eye is swollen shut and my right eye will be too; that is if he strikes me on the right side of my face again.
“You brought this on yourself, you fucking whore. You couldn’t just disappear. You couldn’t just stay missing. You couldn’t just crawl in a hole and fucking die. You just had to seek some sort of revenge. Well you fucked up, Precious. You woke the sleeping beast and now I’m going to make you and your pretty boyfriend pay. The funny thing is it didn’t take much to make that PI your daddy’s lawyers hired to talk. It only cost me a couple mil,” Armen gloats. My heart breaks knowing that my fear about that private investigator came true
. Everyone has a price.
Armen steps closer, his hand clamps firmly around my jaw, forcing me to keep my attention on him. All I can think is that I never want to hear the name “Precious” fall from his lips again. The way he says it taints the nickname that Hunter lovingly gave me.
“I wish I would have known you were going to become a whore, because your mother’s pussy never felt as good as yours. I would have paid good money to fuck you over and over, Lezleigh. Then again, why pay for what I can fuck for free, right, Precious? Your boyfriend is going to get a front row seat so he can see how a real man fucks his bitch.”
My body quivers from fear, shakes from crying, trembles because I don’t want Hunter to watch this man do anything more to me. The disgust he will feel towards me is something I don’t want either of us to experience. He won’t ever want to touch me again. Hell, I won’t ever want him to touch me again. Armen made sure he wrecked me. Why would Hunter keep someone who is damaged when he can easily have pristine perfection?
Armen Montgomery has broken me beyond repair this time. He has once again violated my body, but this time he beat down my will to live—literally. This time, I will die.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Hunter
We arrived at the address Monte’s connection provided us. Besides the rundown house, the only other thing in the vicinity is the vehicle Armen used to kidnap Jordan. Armen hasn’t made an appearance which makes me think he doesn’t know we’re here. This could work to our advantage.
Both mine and Monte’s phones chime at the same time. He knows we’re here. There goes the element of surprise.
