Page 46 of Obsessive Cravings

Clint shoved me into his car and drove off, his wheels screeching on the snowy pavement. My heart was thudding, and I wanted to cry. I didn’t know how to escape this time. I’d only escaped last time because Mason had saved me. But he wasn’t here. He wouldn’t save me.

“You are amazing, Riley. How, after all the sobbing and whining you did when I told you the truth about your brother, did you fall for Greyson Tides? He’s an old man, baby. You had my cock, and that’s what you turn to?”

“Fuck you, Clint. He’s not old, and his cock is bigger than yours.”

“Maybe you just have a type. Is that what it is?” he continued. “A bad guy thing? Are you looking for your brother in every dick you suck?”

I grabbed the wheel and jerked it, sending the car spinning on the ice. Clint was swearing as he tried to gain control. I fumbled for my seatbelt, trying to buckle it, but we slid, gaining speed and careening into a jewelry store, glass splattering everywhere as the tail of the car took the store display out. The car halted with a force that knocked the wind from me, and my head hit the dashboard. Stars clouded my vision, pain shooting through my head. It took me a minute to lift it and look over at Clint. He was holding his nose, which was gushing blood.

“You bitch, you broke my nose,” he growled.

I tried to get out of the car, but the crash had jammed my door. The window had shattered with the impact, and I crawled out, hope blooming that I might just have a chance. Clint’s grasp on my ankle shattered that hope, but I fought, kicking at him until he released me. I hoisted myself further until I was out, wobbling when my feet touched the ground. My head pounded, my vision blurring before it focused. Forcing myself to run, I could hear Clint curse at me as he freed himself from the car. My phone had fallen from my pants in my rush, but I still had my other one and I pulled it out, trying to figure out where I was. There was only one person left to call. I hit Greyson’s number.

“You can’t run, Riley! You can never escape me!”

Greyson answered on the first ring. “Riley!”

“Help me. He’s going to kill me.”

“Fuck. I’m on my way.”

I skidded to a stop as I rounded a corner, a snowbank in front of me. He’d driven me to the far side of town where the older businesses were. The nightlife was on the other end. This part of town closed down at sunset. There was no one to help me, no one to hear me scream.

“Riley!” Greyson yelled into the phone.

Clint tackled me, sending the phone flying from my hand. I screamed as he shoved my face into the snow. Terror as sharp as a knife whipped through me and I struggled to breathe. Flailing wildly, I tried to free myself. When I was close to blacking out, Clint let me go, climbing off me and dragging me by my arm to my phone.

Picking it up, he calmly said, “Greyson Tides.”

I could hear Greyson on the other end. He’d stopped yelling, his voice terse and cold, but I couldn’t make out his words.

“What does it take to break a man like you, Tides? Maybe I’ll watch as you find her pretty face bloodied and wearing my cum. Should I send a piece of her to her brother? Maybe carve my initials in her delicate skin so he knows who fucked her last?”

I could hear Greyson now. The calm in his voice had disappeared.

Clint snapped my body back, pinning me against his chest. “What do you think, baby? You wanna take my cock once more? Should I let old Greyson listen?”

I whimpered, trying to stand as my legs gave out.

“Say goodbye to him, Riley.”

He put the phone to my ear. “Grey?—”

“Riley, I’m almost there. Get away if you can. I promise you he won’t hurt you anymore and I will let you watch as I fucking gut him.”

“Enough of that dirty talk, Tides. I’ll be sure to let you hear her take her last breath. Oh, and Tides, your brother sends his love.”

He threw the phone and yanked me close to him, holding the gun to my head. “Let’s have a talk before your old man gets here. I want to watch your face as I destroy you more, you pathetic bitch.”

“I hate you. I hope Mason hunts you down and kills you.”

“Mason? Not Greyson? Huh, their names rhyme. You have a brother fetish, baby?”

I spit a mouthful of blood at him, and he backhanded me. Wiping his face, he yanked me back up. His eyes were dark, and I wondered if he’d just kill me then.

“Let’s talk about your old man and how naïve you are. Greyson Tides, the most notorious of all the bosses. Your brother thought he’d step into Greyson’s territory, but Tides isn’t someone to fuck with, and he’s been at this a lot longer. And with that move, they became enemies. What do you think happened when the pretty little sister of Mason Brinks moved to Greyson’s city?”

I tried backing away, not wanting to hear anymore, a painful burning building in my chest.

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