Stripped

by A. G. Khaliq

  She gasped, her eyes welling with tears. “You’re sick! Why are you doing this?”

  I yawned, getting tired of being around this bitch already.

  “Your sister cheated on me with my best friend, that’s fucking why. She needs to be taught a lesson.” The corners of my lips formed into a smirk. “Don’t worry, babe, nobody will find you here.”

  Sophia balled her hands into fists, shaking them angrily.

  “Why are you surprised that she cheated on you? You hit her, for God’s sakes!”

  “Shut the fuck up, you irrelevant bitch,” I barked. “Nobody cares about you. I bet your sister didn’t even tell you about that new boyfriend of hers. That’s how much you mean to her.”

  Sophia clapped her hands to her face, stung by my revelation, and broke into fresh tears.

  Drip.

  Drop.

  Drip.

  Drop.

  “Yeah, that’s right. Cry away, bitch,” I snarled. “I don’t understand why you defend Raven so much. What has she ever done for you?” I folded my arms, amused. “See, if you came to work for me once you’re old enough, I’d give you the world. All the money you need, and a good living. Maybe even have some fun of our own since your sister can’t keep it in her pants.” I shot her a wink, and she drew back in disgust.

  “Don’t talk to me like I’m some piece of meat!”

  “Whatever,” I sneered. “It’s a shame you’re not going to remember any of what I just told you. You’re not going to remember it’s me that kidnapped you, or what I said about your sister.”

  “What are you talking about?” Sophia breathed, her eyes dilating in horror. “Are you going to kill me?”

  I cracked up with manic laughter, hardly able to contain myself. This bitch continued to amuse me. She really was nothing like her fucking sister.

  “No, I won’t kill you,” I said flatly. “I have a lot of use for you yet. But when my plan’s accomplished, I couldn’t care less what happens to you.”

  “What are you going to do to me?”

  “I’m going to drug you up,” I snarled, and all that could be heard next…was Sophia’s blood-curdling scream.

  lazarus

  I’d just finished a shift at the police station, doing everything I could to cover my tracks, and then made some finishing touches which would be revealed later. It had been a long, tedious task. I had to approach Damon, pretending that everything was normal, making small talk with him, and then get some of his DNA by collecting his fingerprints from the equipment.

  Phase two of my fucking plan.

  “That’s all my work at the station done for today,” I murmured as I made my way outside. “Raven’s gonna be in for a big shock tonight.”

  I cracked up with laughter.

  “I better call Abdi and let him know about Casper joining the Mafia. I can’t act like I know what Damon has done. He has to think I’m still cool with him.”

  I drew out a deep breath before I took my phone out of my pocket, and furiously tapped Damon’s number into the keypad.

  “Come on, Damon, pick up, you bastard,” I muttered as I waited for him to answer.

  “You have now reached the voicemail of Damon Walliams. Please leave a message after the tone.”

  I sighed.

  “Damon, be ready at the spot to organise our shipment schedule. Call me back when you get this.”

  I hung up the phone angrily and rolled my eyes.

  raven

  It was the first time that me and Damon had ever made love.

  And it was amazing. He rubbed up and down my body like I was a goddess. Scars didn’t matter to him. He loved all of my perfect imperfections.

  His kisses started off gentle and passionate, but they quickly turned rough and needy as I wrapped my legs around him and kissed him back with just as much hunger and lust. He threw me backwards onto my bed, trailing kisses down from my neck to my collarbone, causing me to throw my head back in pleasure, whimpering as he licked and nibbled on my sensitive spot.

  He slowly took my clothes off me, leaving me in just my lingerie, and he eyed me up and down like he was an animal and I was his prey. It was so fucking sexy that it pushed me over the fucking brink.

  He lowered himself back down over me, and I furiously unbuckled his belt, throwing it to the side as I took his jeans off, whilst he brought his shirt over his head and tossed it. I allowed my fingers to trace his rock-hard chest, every muscle, every beautiful line. His body looked like it had been carved by Greek gods.

  I flipped him around so I was on top, straddling his hips, and slammed my mouth back down on his. He kissed me like he’d never kissed anyone before. It was raw, needy, hungry…and full of love.

  I couldn’t get close enough to him. Every touch left me aching me for more. His hand rubbed up and down the arch of my back whilst I ground against him, feeling his hard length pressed in between my thighs, which caused me to moan and quiver against his mouth as he continued to work magic with his hands.

  He took his time with me. Took his time worshipping me. It was like we were fucking each other’s souls.

  And I loved every second of it.

  I continued to moan as his hand trailed up my back to unclasp my bra. He tore it off of me, taking my breasts in his hands, allowing them to bounce freely in his face. He buried his head between them whilst licking them with his tongue, and by now my body was throbbing so much that it ached. He took my nipples into his mouth, groaning in satisfaction as he nibbled and sucked on them, whilst his other hand dug into my ass, squeezing and slapping it, leaving me breathless and struggling for air.

  He continued with his torture, moving his hand to my pussy, which was already soaking wet for him. He began massaging and playing with my folds with his fingers, while his mouth never stopped lapping at my nipple, the pleasure of both combined becoming too much to handle. He continued to play with my clit mercilessly, relentlessly, before he moved his mouth back up to my lips and smashed his lips on mine, all while plunging his fingers inside me, causing me to rock against him, my eyes watering with pleasure.

  “You’re so fucking wet…” he moaned. “So fucking sexy.”

  He slapped my ass before flipping me around, and lowered his mouth down onto my pussy, licking it from the back like he was a starved man. By now, I couldn’t even suppress my moans. They got louder and louder with every lap of his tongue, and it was pushing me over the fucking brink. I needed him inside of me. I needed our bodies to become one.

  I knew that after this day, my life would never be the same again.

  Both of us had drifted off to sleep for a few hours. I woke up, yawning groggily, resting my head on Damon’s chest as he began stirring and waking up too. He groaned, pressing his lips to my forehead as my hands moved down to his boxers to stroke his length up and down.

  “So, when are we kicking off our plan on siding with the rival gang?” I murmured.

  “Hopefully tonight,” he groaned. “But keep teasing me like that and we’re not getting anything fucking done.”

  “That’s a tempting offer.” I giggled, withdrawing my hands from his body. We both got up out of bed, and put our clothes on, ready to go about our day. Damon took his phone from the bedside table, and sighed heavily as he read what was on his screen.

  “Fuck, Lazarus left me a voice note!” he sighed.

  He turned around to face me, taking my hands into his.

  “Babe, I’m gonna have to go down to the spot,” he sighed. “I’ve got some jobs to do for Lazarus. I levelled up in the Mafia, but it’s all part of my plan to take him down.”

  I nodded in approval, smiling at him. “I understand, babe, don’t be too long.”

  “I won’t, babe. After that, I’ll never be able to get enough of you.” He slapped my ass playfully, and I giggled in response.

  Suddenly, my phone began to ring.

  “Who’s ringing me?” I wondered. I pressed the green receive button and held my phone against my ea
r. “Hey, who’s this?”

  “This is the police,” came a voice on the other end.

  “The police?” I repeated, surprised. “What’s happened?”

  “I’m afraid I’ve got some terrible news,” the cop breathed. “There is no easy way to say this.”

  “What terrible news?” I shouted, suddenly terrified. What the fuck was going on?

  The policeman let out a sigh on the other end of the line. “I’m sorry to say, but your sister, Sophia Emmerdale, has been kidnapped. We are doing everything we can to find her.”

  I could feel my blood run cold as I heard the cop say these words. I was in a state of shock and disbelief. This couldn’t be happening…this couldn’t be fucking happening…

  “What do you mean, kidnapped?” I demanded. “I thought she was at college this whole time!”

  “It’s too early in the investigation to say what really happened, but we are unravelling some evidence. We have a lead on who might have abducted your sister. We’ll stop by your house later on today to speak to you about it in detail.”

  “What do you mean, you only have a lead?” I roared, trembling. “Work harder! This is my fucking sister we’re talking about! Who could have possibly wanted to kidnap her? She was so innocent, she never got involved in anything wrong!”

  My whole body quivered. Damon wrapped his arms around me, and I did my best to stop the tears from falling.

  “We understand this is a difficult time for you, Miss Emmerdale, but we strongly suggest you remain calm. There are many possibilities in the investigation. It is highly unlikely that your sister is dead.”

  I let out a sigh. Highly unlikely that she’s dead didn’t give me any comfort at all. What if she was hurt?

  I hadn’t been able to protect my sister, the one thing that was supposed to be my main priority in this cruel fucking world. I’d failed her. God knows how she was feeling right now. She was out there, God knows where, and she’d been abducted by a damn stranger…

  And that screwed with my mind to the point of no fucking return.

  “Okay, I’m sorry for snapping at you,” I breathed down the line. “Keep me in the loop on any updates.”

  I hung up the phone angrily, and now I allowed the tears to fall. My sister was vulnerable, and wouldn’t stand a chance out there on her own. I couldn’t bear the thought of something bad happening to her.

  “Who the hell would want to kidnap Sophia?” I sobbed against Damon’s chest. “What if it’s someone from the Mafia?”

  “Babe, stay calm,” Damon soothed me. “We’ll get through this. The police will find her in no time and bring her back to us, I promise you. The motherfucker that did this is gonna pay.”

  I withdrew myself from his body shakily, my eyes hazy as my surroundings blurred around me.

  “We’re going to have to delay our plans to take down Lazarus,” I croaked weakly. “I won’t be able to rest until my sister is found safe and sound.”

  “I understand, babe,” Damon soothed. “I’ll be here for you, don’t worry.”

  He pressed his lips to my forehead, doing his best to reassure me and make me feel better, even though my mind was spinning with millions of different possibilities that could have happened to Sophia, each one torturing me and etching itself inside of me like a form of motherfucking torment.

  “Hey Damon?”

  “Yes, baby?”

  “Please don’t go to work today,” I murmured timidly. “I really don’t want to be alone right now.”

  Damon drew out a deep breath. “I won’t, baby. Let me just text Lazarus to let him know I won’t be coming.”

  He took his phone out, and began texting Lazarus.

  * * *

  Damon: Sorry bro, I can’t come to work today, something’s come up.

  * * *

  Lazarus: What do you mean, something’s come up?

  * * *

  Lazarus: What could possibly be more important than taking care of our shipments?

  * * *

  Lazarus: The shipment schedule is urgent, goddammit!

  * * *

  Damon: I’m sorry, bro, I’ve got some family issues right now.

  * * *

  Damon: My mum fainted, and I’ve gotta stay at home to look after her.

  * * *

  Lazarus: I understand, but your brother Mitchell could have taken care of her instead.

  * * *

  Lazarus: You shouldn’t have asked to level up in the Mafia if you can’t handle the goddamn workload.

  * * *

  Damon: It’s one slip up, bro, it won’t happen again.

  * * *

  Damon: I won’t let you down.

  * * *

  Lazarus: Fine. I hope your mum gets better soon.

  * * *

  Lazarus: Guess I’m going to have to get Axel to take care of the shipments today instead, then.

  * * *

  “Well?” I mumbled. “What did he say?”

  “He argued for a bit, but he said he’s fine with me not coming today,” Damon sighed.

  I nodded, letting out an exhalation of air.

  “Hey, that’s the doorbell,” Damon commented, as a sudden sound came from the living room. “The police must be here already. Let’s go downstairs.”

  We made our way to the living room landing. I opened the door, and the cop made his way inside, a stern expression plastered across his face.

  “Hello, Officer. Any updates?” I asked.

  “Damon Walliams, you are under arrest for the kidnapping of Sophia Emmerdale,” the cop barked.

  I startled.

  Unable to believe my ears.

  “You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence.”

  raven

  “I didn’t do this shit!” Damon roared. “I’m being framed for something I didn’t do!”

  It felt like my world had stopped spinning. Just a few hours ago, me and Damon had made love. And now this was what I was finding out. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t fucking breathe.

  Out of all people…I never thought that Damon would be the one to do me wrong. I was too trusting. I trusted him too easily…

  And now I’d broken my own heart loving a man who clearly never loved me in the first place. He’d kidnapped my sister. He’d kidnapped my fucking sister!

  “Damon I d-don’t know what to say…” I trembled. “All this time, I trusted you, I thought you were different. It turns out you were plotting against me this whole time!”

  “Raven, I love you!” Damon sobbed. “Don’t tell me you believe this shit!”

  “I don’t know what to believe anymore,” I breathed, tears spilling down my cheeks.

  Damon screamed, grabbing hold of his fists as if he were about to punch the cop in front of him.

  “Your fresh DNA was found in Sophia’s bedroom after the incident happened,” the cop barked, putting handcuffs on Damon’s hands. “We can’t fault DNA evidence. You need to come with me now.”

  I bolted out of the room, struggling for air. I couldn’t hear any more of this. It felt like somebody was battering at my heart with a chainsaw. Stabbing a million daggers straight to my fucking chest.

  I didn’t want to know a life without Damon…

  And this was what he’d fucking done.

  I paced around my room, screaming and crying angrily. Screaming until I was blue in the face, and I wouldn’t fucking stop.

  I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t believe it. I’d never felt so shattered. My heart was aching. Damon had kidnapped my sister.

  He was capable of lying to me about his emotions this whole time. He never loved me. He was plotting against me all along. A part of me didn’t want to believe that Damon could do this. But his DNA was found in her room.

  He never stayed overnight. He had left, and then come back in the morning. So what the fuck would h
e have been doing in her room?

  My heart was telling me he didn’t do it, but my brain was telling me yes.

  As much as I didn’t want to believe that Damon was capable of doing this, I had to accept it.

  He had pretty much been with me most of the time lately…

  I didn’t quite understand how he even had the chance to kidnap Sophia.

  But DNA evidence couldn’t be faulted, and I couldn’t allow my emotions to cloud what was staring me in the face. As much as I wanted to believe the good in him.

  There were times that me and Damon didn’t spend together…

  So he must have done it then.

  There was no other explanation…

  After all, everyone who came into my life would just break my heart.

  “I hope you’re okay out there, sis…” I sobbed. “I love you. I miss you.”

  I took my head into my hands, rocking myself as I continued to sob. I trusted too easily, and it led to my own downfall. I wished I weren’t so gullible. I wished that everything good that happened in my life didn’t have to be too good to be fucking true.

  As much as I hated to admit it, Lazarus was the only person who could help me now. The police were shit. Lazarus was the head of the Mafia. He had access to loads of stuff.

  I needed his help to find my sister.

  Trembling, I did the unthinkable. The very thing I never thought of doing, after I’d convinced myself how much I hated this man.

  I rang Lazarus.

  “Lazarus?” I breathed on the phone, as the line crackled. “I need you.”

  They say if you keep dancing with the devil you’ll get burned…