Break Me (Taken Series Book 2)

by Cannavina, Whitney

  “I know man. I know.”

  “What if we see her? What if she sees us?”

  “It will devastate her that we are leaving her there but she’s smart. She’ll realize we’ll come back for her and she needs to stay strong.”

  “This is a fucked up situation.” I nod my head in agreement.

  “Why don’t you go home and rest? Clear your schedule this weekend because it’s going to be an all weekend affair. We have to get there early Saturday afternoon when they aren’t looking for party crashers and wait until its dark to make our move. We probably won’t get back until early Sunday morning and I need you to keep up with me.”

  “Don’t worry about me. I’m ready. I’ve been ready since she was first taken.”

  “Good. I’ll call you tomorrow with a list of things we are going to need and a meeting spot.”

  “You really think they’re still looking for you?”

  “I don’t know but until I have Sierra tucked safely away in her own bed and out of that bastards clutches I don’t want to give anyone reason to suspect and start looking for me on a hunch.”

  “Right. This fucking sucks. Is there anything I should let mom and dad know?”

  “No. Don’t tell them anything. I don’t want them to think we are getting her right away. It could be we have to wait until next month and it will be hard for them to deal with knowing we can get in there but haven’t yet saved their daughter. If you need to tell them something just tell them we’re close and I am working my ass off to make sure I get her home to them as soon as is safely possible. And tell them to continue taking flowers to my grave.” Ever since they had that fake funeral for me I know it’s been hard on them trying to make everyone believe I’m dead and that they are mourning me so whenever they leave a new set of flowers for me and take the old ones out of the vase I make sure to leave a letter for them to read when they get home. It’s the best I can do to ease their worry.

  “Dude. They take you flowers every week. Even I don’t get that much love from them.” I’ve never told him that I leave notes for them knowing he wouldn’t understand. He gives them updates telling them that I’m ok and I’m being safe but it’s just not the same. I can’t ask him to tell them how sorry I am that I couldn’t save Sierra from being taken a second time or that I hope they will forgive me for my mistakes and that even though they are not my real parents I love them and think of them as my parents. Instead I write it down every week in a letter with something new that is going on with me. Usually it’s nothing more than just what I learned from Lois, the old lady I live with, but it’s something that’s coming from me.

  “That’s because I’m the favorite. Sorry to tell you.”

  “Fuck you.” We laugh a carefree laugh that I hadn’t done in months. I don’t even think I’ve smiled since waking up from my coma. Maybe knowing that the end is near and rescuing Sierra is going to happen real soon is making me feel happier and more relaxed. I don’t know but it’s a nice feeling.

  “See you later.” I pull him into a man hug patting his back before releasing him and heading to my car while he rolls the plans up and heads to his. Doing a mock solute we both head our separate ways back to our houses.

  One step closer to bringing Sierra home.

  One-step closer to having this all end.

  One-step closer to finally, finally being happy.

  Chapter 3

  Jeremy

  Victorious.

  Or in short; victory. How do you know when you’ve achieved victory? Is it a small occurrence in your mission that makes you victorious? Is being victorious something that has to be an overall win of the whole operation? I guess it’s different for everyone on how they perceive themselves to be victorious. What I consider to be victorious is when the task that I set out to conquer is achieved as a whole. I have not been victorious in my mission to make Sierra fall in love with me, and believe me it’s not without great effort on my part. Instead I believe I have failed thus far and need to go to even more extreme efforts to make that happen. The problem is I have no clue what else I could do to make her fall in love with me.

  I have achieved many things in my life that I am quite proud of. Things that I have medals, trophies, awards and my biggest achievement of all that has none of these things to prove my victory but I know has been a success is taking the family business and turning it into an empire. I have gone from wealthy to filthy rich. So rich in fact that I believe I can outdo even Trump. Well maybe not Trump but I am up there in the big leagues. I can buy anything, do anything and be anything I want. Since taking over the business I have made it into something that my uncle could never dream to achieve. I am global. I am no longer state side with the buying, selling and trading of unique goods, but am now over-seas in Asia, Europe, the Middle East and down south below the border. I’m everywhere and it’s fucking great.

  All my achievements for athletics and academics can’t compare to the achievement of making the family business into the empire it has become. The only victory that will be greater than that would be making Sierra fall in love with me. I’m not a monster. I know I am good looking and that’s not arrogance, it’s a fact. Women don’t fawn all over me for being an ugly bastard. I’m rich as fuck and I fuck like a goddam god because let’s face it, I am. Fucking is my middle name; well not literally. I’ve been fucking since my early teens. I’ve been watching people fuck since I was a little boy. It is what happens when you grow up with an uncle and a father that are in the business of buying and selling sex. The business has just grown with more options than just sex for a night and thanks to me not only can the clients buy a girl to please them for as long as they want, but they can add to the experience with any drug they’d like and have ammo to take care of anyone who tries to say otherwise.

  I know she at least enjoys the fucking. It took some time but I can read her body like a fucking book. She doesn’t want to admit it but I know she enjoys when I slide my cock into her hot, wet cunt. As much as I enjoyed her fighting me in the beginning, I love just as much when she lets me fuck her into oblivion. I think she’s learned that if she doesn’t do as I demand than she will get a lot worse than me. There are times when I need to let her know whose boss and when she fucks up but nothing like in the beginning. What I don’t understand is how to make her love me. I can beat her into submission, I can fuck her into oblivion, but neither of those things works on her when it comes to love.

  Since I found out that my uncle made it out of the house alive after being shot by me and that boy Sierra is so fond of, he has stayed pretty quiet. It could be because I have threatened to kill him if he steps foot anywhere near my house or Sierra but I highly doubt it. I believe he’s plotting. Maybe he wants to kill me, maybe he just wants Sierra or maybe he wants to kill us both and take the business back. Who knows, but what I do know is that he won’t get very far. With the men I have posted at each entrance of the house and the men who walk the perimeter, he would have to be crazy or stupid to try something.

  As for Sierras friend who took her from me; he’s dead. There is no way he made it out alive with the amount of blood loss flowing from his side and head and even if he made it out of that he would have had to survive a bullet to the brain. If anything he became a vegetable. I’ve had my men on Sierra’s family looking for clues to see if they are possibly hiding the fact that he lived but they haven’t been back to the hospital in several months and they had a funeral for the guy. The last time they were at the hospital they all came out with tears streaming down their faces which makes me believe that he didn’t make it out of surgery or they had to pull the plug.

  Now I’m not stupid in thinking that they didn’t change the guy’s name while they had him in the hospital but we never did figure out what name they had him under. As for the family, after that night I brought Sierra back here to my safe house which I have made my permanent residence, I’ve had men watching them. They visited every day for the first week which proves he at l
east lived a little while longer. Then a few weeks later they came out crying after visiting and threw a funeral later that week. They visit the grave once a week leaving fresh flowers then head straight home. Their son has yet to visit the grave site and has been as quiet as a mouse which has me wondering what he is really doing.

  As for tonight though, I will be taking a break from worrying about them knowing my men are keeping a close eye. Instead I will be doing business with some big time buyers at a gathering I’m having tonight at my place. I have thrown a few small parties with buyers where there is a silent auction as the main event but tonight is different. Tonight I prove myself to the most elite buyers; meaning the ones with the most money to spend. Instead of them buying one girl at the auctions these buyers usually spend the big bucks collecting up to as many as five girls to take with them. Some buy strictly for themselves so they have a variety and some buy and gift the girls out or trade for something else they may want. I don’t question and I don’t care as long as they spend their money on my girls and not someone else’s.

  I’ve made sure to have a variety for the men to choose from that way everyone goes home happy. There are a variety of girls and boys with blonde hair to black ranging from the ages of five to twenty five. Tonight I will be auctioning off a total of twenty girls and boys along with an extra gift. Some will have a variety of narcotics to take with them, some will have firearms thrown in as a package and my most sought after girl being auctioned will come with another girl as a gift. I want these men to remember me and the best way to do that is to surprise them with an extra prize.

  I’ve been collecting these girls and boys for some time now. I’ve saved them specifically for this auction knowing what the buyers want and needing them to see that I can deliver what they are looking for. It’s simple really. Girls flock to me and when I go out it’s easy to get them to come home with me. I head to the bar or club and wait until I find someone that fits what I’m looking for then pour on the charm. Once I have them eating out of my hand I distract them as I slip a crushed sleeping pill in their drink and ask them if they’d like to go back to my place. Not once have I had a woman turn me down. I have them down their drink and walk them to my car. It doesn’t take long for them to pass out on the drive as I take them back to my place. I have a large sound proof building behind my house where there are cells and I move the women I have taken home into the available cells. I have found several women at the bars that I am sure the buyers will enjoy.

  Since leaving my teaching job where I first laid eyes on Sierra, I have taken another teaching job at the high school close to my house. They fussed at first seeing I was looked at in the kidnapping of Sierra but seeing that I had an alibi and no proof of ever having her near me that afternoon they couldn’t exactly say no. Since working at this school I have found a few prospects that the buyers were asking for. Knowing I needed to get them back to my place I had one of my men who could pull off being in high school lure them here where they could easily be thrown in the cells. The girls between ages eleven and eighteen are the most sought after with these big time buyers so I had ten girls taken from five of the local schools in a thirty mile radius.

  As for the younger kids that was easy. While a single mother shops my guys keep an eye on them. They wait until the mother is at her car unloading her purchases and send a little girl they take with them to distract her. When the mother isn’t looking one of the men will cover the child’s mouth with a cloth soaked in chloroform and take off with the child jumping into the getaway car. The little girl used as the distraction will walk away and be picked up by a third man as if nothing happened. It’s a little risky but there is a lesser chance of being caught on camera or video when done in the parking lot than in the store and less chance of having evidence left behind. Taking the young ones has been what has taken me so long to get my collection. We had to spread it out so mothers would have a chance to forget about the last child taken and let their guards down. But you probably didn’t really want to hear about how I conduct business so I’ll move on.

  Tonight is the big night. This could either make me or break me when it comes to the big league buyers. If they like what I can offer them, then they will come back for more and hopefully, that means I will be the only man they go to for all their future business.

  I have made sure that Sierra will be the most gorgeous woman here tonight in a nude, one shoulder cocktail dress. I love the idea that it matches her skin tone making her seem naked when in fact she is not. There is some white sparkly shit along the bust that also swirls around the dress giving her curves even more definition if that were possible. The dress ends mid-thigh and is skin tight leaving me no choice but to have her go panty and braless. I know every man here tonight will not be able to take their eyes off of her and I am going to enjoy every minute of it. I want them to be jealous of me. She will be the selling point of the night.

  Sierra doesn’t know it yet but I’m offering her up to the highest bidder. They will not get to keep her but they may have her for a night. As much as I don’t want to share, I need her to remember that there are worse things out there than me. Apparently, she has forgotten the last time I offered her up to my two best men for a night and the two times I punished her by offering her and another young girl up for my men to use as they please. Having her see a child fucked seemed to really bother her and since then she has been obedient but recently she has started to test me. It is time I remind her that I’m the boss and I’m the best thing that’s come into her life. As long as she learns to love me and accept me, I will treat her like a queen. But as for tonight she is just a pawn being used on my way to the top. This is also punishment for not loving me and for trying to test my restraint.

  She may question my love for her but this is nothing personal. Oh who am I kidding? Of course it’s fucking personal. How could it not be? She doesn’t love me and she’s been with me for months now. I’ve given her everything. How long will I have to wait to hear her tell me she loves me and finally mean it? I thought maybe if she said it daily she would learn to believe it but she has yet to even give me the slightest inclination that she has feelings for me.

  “King.” I bark out in frustration. The more I think about Sierra’s lack of feelings towards me the more irritated I get.

  “Yes sir.” King, my right hand man, has been doing most of my surveillance on my uncle. Today I was going to have him help me welcome my guests by checking names and ID’s. Once they get in and get comfortable there will be girls walking around offering appetizers, drinks and handing out a pamphlet that explains the auction rules and starting bids for each item that’s being auctioned off. But I have a feeling that something is going to go down tonight so I have other plans for him.

  “I need you to keep an eye on my uncle tonight. Watch him like a hawk. I don’t want him leaving your sight for even a second. There are to be no issues tonight and if he gets close to here then you take him out.” No way in hell will I take any chances that my uncle will cause a scene during one of the most important business parties I’ll have this year. These clients don’t want to worry about their reputations because an outsider managed to slip in and fuck shit up. They would be even more pissed to find out my uncle who is a cop, was the one to slip by my guards. That’s bad for business.

  “Got it. Anything else?”

  “That’s it. Give me updates every hour or anytime he leaves somewhere.”

  “I’ll keep you posted every hour unless there is movement.” I nod and dismiss King with a wave of my hand. I can feel a headache coming on and I know if I don’t find a way to get it taken care of it will be difficult to concentrate tonight.

  Putting my files in order, I leave my office and head to my bedroom up the stairs. I need to shower and get ready for tonight in my suit and tie. Even though this night is not a formal gathering, with business men, a suit and tie is expected. This is after all, business and you wouldn’t do business in jeans and a t-shirt. But bef
ore I take my shower I need to see how Sierra is doing and if she needs help or anything else for tonight.

  Knocking lightly on her door I ask, “May I come in?” It’s a given that I’m coming in regardless of her answer but at least this way she thinks I have some respect for her privacy.

  “You’re going to anyways so why even bother asking?” Sierra swings the door open as she says this. Her fire and attitude are such a turn on just as much as they piss me off. I love that she still has her spirit but her disrespect towards me at times will not be tolerated. If she were to do that in front of any clients they would teach her a lesson right then and there not caring that she’s mine. They do not tolerate disrespect and it makes me look weak.

  “I bother asking because I know you hate when I tell you instead of ask. Does it matter what you say? Sometimes but on a night like tonight it makes no difference what your answer would have been because I was coming in either way.” Sierra backs up holding the door open for me to enter as I saunter in and head straight for her bed. Sierra closes the door and stays rooted to the spot in front of it trying to stay as far away from me as possible.

  “It’s pointless to ask so stop. What did you need because I am not finished getting ready for tonight. I still have to apply my make-up and put my dress on.” Sierra stands looking irritated with her hands on her hips in only a pair of panties and a bra with her hair curled and half of it pinned up and pulled out of her face. She knows I hate when she leaves her hair down to where it falls in her face so she has been pulling it back in new styles to try to please me.

  “I just wanted to see if you needed anything before I showered and dressed.”

  “I’m fine. I’ve got everything I need already.” Her haughty attitude is starting to grate on my nerves and if it continues I may have to punish her right now and I really would like to have her at the party without any marks marring her skin tonight.