“Wanna have some fun?” I don’t answer him, but I also don’t put up too much of a fight when he leads me through the darkness to a building similar to a garage for auto repairs.
I’m terrified, as I should be. When he closes us inside the building and blackness fills my line of sight, and all I can hear are his panting breaths, I realize I’m too sober to let this happen. As much as I love the thrill of being hurt, of being ignored when I push someone away, I always have the drugs to cushion my bad decisions. The tequila alone isn’t enough for me tonight.
“Don’t.” I push against his chest, and true to form of every guy I’ve been in this position with the last couple of years, he only holds me tighter.
“Don’t get cold feet, baby. Play nice, and I’ll make you come.”
Leaning back, an attempt to keep his harsh puffs of breath from invading my nose, I realize he’s situated us against a wall. I have nowhere to go. The second my arms and legs begin to shake as if I’m convulsing, I know I’m in deep trouble.
“Stop.” I push against him again, but unlike the frat boys who just grip me harder and whisper bullshit about enjoying it, Spencer pulls his arm back before hitting me with the crushing blow of his fist.
Someone cries out, but it doesn’t sound like my voice. My knees give out, and by instinct when my body begins to crumple my arms come up to protect my face. I haven’t experienced this kind of violence in six years. How could I have forgotten how much it actually hurts to be hit?
His foot reaches back, and the tip of his boot hits me in the ribs before I can protect them. That same person screams again, and this time Spencer only laughs.
Bruises, scratch marks, and bite marks are a common occurrence. Punches to the face and kicks to the stomach have their place as well, I realize. Before he reaches his arm back to hit me again, I lower my arms and smile up at him. His first blow must’ve split my lip because the taste of iron fills my mouth. I lick at my wet lips, my teeth digging into them when he hits me again.
“You crazy bitch.” The hits keep coming until a door is opened and Spencer is haloed by an aura of light.
Is this it? Is this where it finally ends? Had I known it would take more physical pain to bring my demise, I would’ve sought it out long before now.
“What the fuck?” A gruff voice echoes around the room before Spencer is pulled back.
I reach out for him, disappointed that the abuse has transitioned to him. He doesn’t deserve to be kicked and beaten. Those are my kicks and blows.
“Me,” I choke out, the pain of speaking forcing my arms to wrap around my waist.
“Jesus Christ,” someone mutters before I feel my body being lifted.
“Death,” I whisper as my body is jostled when the guy stands with me in his arms.
“You’ll be okay. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Only then do the tears start to fall. I don’t need to be saved. I don’t want it. Sharp intakes of breath make my head spin, and before I can tell the guy to just throw me away, darkness clouds my vision.
This is perfect, I think as my body succumbs to my injuries.Chapter 12TJ
My cock is hard before I can even climb into the SUV. Leaving Kaci last night was harder than it ever should’ve been. Not touching her after the way she moved against me on the dance floor was a test I normally would fail.
I wave to Sonic, the new prospect manning the gate as I drive through and press the buttons on my phone to bring up Kaci’s tracker. The ass end of the SUV fishtails when I stomp on the gas. She isn’t at her studio in Andover or getting into trouble at one of those fucking frat houses she frequents to get her rocks off. She’s a quarter mile back at my fucking clubhouse. Patience isn’t my friend when I slam on the brakes to get to the only section of the road wide enough to turn around.
“Forget something?” Sonic asks when I pull back up to the gate.
“You could say that,” I grumble. My fingers tap with agitation on the steering wheel as I’m forced to wait for the gate mechanism to engage and drag it open enough to fit the width of the vehicle.
“Cut it close,” Sonic yells when I drive through with only an inch or so to spare.
I ignore him and the gate closing back up when I climb out of the SUV and head for the front door of the club. She’s either here because one of the girls invited her, or she’s looking for me. I huff a humorless laugh at the thought. The girl will not even remember who I am so that only leaves one reason for her being here. My blood is boiling before I reach the front steps to the clubhouse. I normally don’t hurt women unless they beg for it, but if I find Xena with her mouth or hands on Kaci, I know I’ll lose my shit.