6
Jessa
The days passin a blur and for a while, I forget what brought me here, what brought us all together in the first place. Some nights I sleep with Trey and Wes in Wes’s bed, and others, I sleep with Declan. They all three fuck me, and I do mean fuck me, rough, hard, and sometimes slowly, taking from me, but making me feel beautiful and empowered at the same time.
They cherish me, wash me from head to toe, and make certain I receive at least one orgasm a night. Trey’s rule, not mine. Though it is one rule that I appreciate.
With each passing day, I become less of a captive, and more like a person…a person who is a part of their family. It’s strange, but this is something I truly never realized I needed or wanted. I see now more than I had before how much they care for each other, how much they love each other and now that I’ve gotten a taste of it, I don’t think I can ever go back to being without them.
Somewhere along the way we’ve formed a mutual trust. They let me roam around the apartment on my own and I find that I trust them as well. More so now that I actually want to listen to what they have been telling me about my father. At first, it was hard for me to wrap my mind around the person that my father is. It was hard to see past the father I knew and see the man he really is. But what other reason would they have to kidnap me, and hold me hostage, or to keep me alive when I’m nothing but dead weight to them. I’m of no use to them now that my father wants me dead, and still they want me.
I’ve come to realize that they didn’t lie to me about my father wanting to kill me. They didn’t lie about the emails or phone conversations and though they wanted me to watch the videos of what my father had done to their family, I couldn’t stomach it and not because I didn’t believe them, but because I did and I couldn’t bear to endure that kind of pain. I understood their hate, and need for revenge. Slowly the fog around my head dissipated. I never wanted to see it before, but I should have. The warning signs were there. They were always there. I was only good enough for my father when I was doing exactly what he wanted me to.
I’m sitting on the leather couch in the living room reading a book on my Kindle that the brothers bought me when Wes enters the room. I look up from the Kindle and take in his features. There’s a coldness in his eyes that I don’t particularly like, but it’s not something that scares me. I’ve come to know when it’s best that I stay out of something. I know they won’t hurt me, punish me in the bedroom yes, but raise a hand to me, never.
There has been lots of talk about attacking my father, trying to find an opportunity, the perfect time to get to him. It’s still hard for me to digest, because even though it’s obvious my father never loved me, I did love him. And though betrayal cuts deep, loving someone that was your only parent your whole life, isn’t an emotion you can just shut off.
“What’s going on?” I ask, my voice just above a whisper.
“We’re going on a run,” Wes explains. I blink.
“A run? I don’t know if you can tell, but I’m not really the running type.” My response causes Wes to grin and that seems to soothe some of the worry from my knotted belly.
“Not an actual run, Princess. We need supplies. Food, medical stuff. Things of that nature.” Oh duh, that makes sense.
“Uh, yeah. Are you sure you want me to go with? I don’t want to slow you down, or anything.”
“Yes, I’m sure. We’ll pick you up some more clothing, and any other female shit that you might need for the month. If you’re good, you might even be able to get a paperback or two,” he teases obviously listening to me complain about the lack of paperbacks in the apartment.
“Okay, when are we leaving?” I purse, getting up from the couch. I’m wearing a brand new pair of yoga pants, and a T-shirt that Trey ordered off of Amazon for me. He had them delivered to a secret address since UPS doesn’t typically deliver to abandoned hospitals. I have no idea how they do their incognito stuff, nor do I want to know, all I know is that Wes picked up some supplies last week, including some of the stuff I asked for.
As it turns out, if you tell Trey enough times that you want something, he will make it happen. I’m sure if I told Wes or Declan, they would’ve done it too, but Trey operates the internet access so I figured going to him would be easier. I may have persuaded him with the use of sex as well, but he didn’t seem to mind, and nor did I.
“Now. So, go put on your sandals on so we can head out.”
“Okay,” I chirp and go to put on my shoes. When I get back, Wes is already waiting for me at the elevator. The door slides open and we step inside. He punches in the code and scans his fingerprint before the door slides shut and the elevator descends.
Nervous excitement fills my belly as we step out of the elevator and into the parking garage. I haven’t been outside of the apartment since I spent the night in the hospital, and even though the guys have been taking care of me, providing me with every single thing I need, it is nice to be able to go outside. There is nothing like fresh air, and feeling the wind through your hair.
I slide into the passenger side seat of a car I haven’t seen before, while Wes walks around and gets into the driver’s seat. He turns the key in the ignition and the car roars to life. I look around the vehicle. It’s new, which is surprising, and I’m guessing stolen since I know they wouldn’t have access to purchasing a new car.
He pulls out of the parking garage and for the first time I really take in my surroundings since I’m not blindfolded and we aren’t being chased by madmen. From the looks of it, we’re in a mostly abandoned looking part of the city. There are no houses, just a bunch of other rundown buildings nestled in beside ours. I stare out the window for a long time, and it seems like it’s been forever, but then I start to see people crossing the streets.
“We are going to go to a small store that I know has no video surveillance. I’m probably being way too cautious, but I would rather be safe than sorry. Especially since this is our first time out with you doing a supply run,” Wes tells me. His honesty is refreshing and makes me feel more connected to him. If there is anything I’ve learned about the brothers, it’s that they don’t sugar coat bullshit.
“It’s okay. I understand. Let’s just get it done and get back home. I don’t want to chance a run-in with anyone and I feel safer having all three of you together.”
“Of course you do,” Wes teases.
We drive a short while longer before pulling into a tiny convenience store. It reminds me of an old 7-Eleven. The outside looks like it could use some paint and a new roof. Opening the passenger side door, I get out of the car with Wes and we walk into the store hand in hand. The inside is about as good looking as the outside, but the little store seems to have everything we need. Wes grabs a cart and, pulls out a piece of paper. Then he starts walking down the aisle, grabbing all the different things we need. Toothpaste, body wash, cereal, pancake mix, Tylenol, as well as some odd and end stuff. Wes grabs everything on the list and then double checks a second time just to be sure.
While he’s doing this, I check out a tiny little area that has a bunch of random T-shirts hanging up. I rifle through them, grabbing a couple that are in my size. Not that I really need clothing. I no longer wear panties anymore, mostly because I have no need for them and partially because it’s one less thing to remove when it comes time for the brothers to take me.
The lady at the register looks to be about ninety years old and smiles widely as she rings up the stuff we bought. Probably because we spend close to three hundred dollars, and I’m sure this is the most money someone has ever dropped in here before.
Grinning, I think of how the brothers stay incognito and still find a way to support the small business owners. We pay and walk outside together. I help Wes load the car up, even though he’s said five times already to get into the car and sit down. We’re nearly finished putting everything in when Wes suddenly gives me a wary look. The worry and shock in his eyes when he looks around at our surroundings has the hairs on the back of my neck standing up.
Is something going on?