Page 7 of A Moment Too Soon

“Glad you’re out, Bex. We will handle this for you, okay?” Levi says.

“Not at the expense of your family, you aren’t. I’ll be…” I start saying, but Levi hangs up on me. “Ass.”

“You know he won’t listen to that bullshit, Bex,” Jett teases. I watch as he pulls a sundress and sandals from my bags before turning and pulling his shirt off me. He puts the dress on me before softly kissing my lips.

“Do I get panties?” I ask.

“What’s the point?” he asks. “I’m just going to rip them off.”

“Good point,” I laugh. “We aren’t staying here, are we?” I ask.

“No. Let’s meet them first, and then we can talk about it,” he says.

Chapter Two

Rebecca

Rebecca

Jett walks around thecar and opens my door when I don’t get out myself. I am quickly crashing, and he recognizes it better than anyone. He and I have been through so much together. Even though our trauma tore us apart and I let it happen, he has never given up on me.

When we were twenty-three, we were inseparable. After a long time, we finally went on a date. We met in preschool, but we never let things progress for the sake of not ruining our friendship. That date was the best night of my life until suddenly it was the worst. We were parked off by ourselves making out,nearly about to have sex, when suddenly the truck door opened, and I was dragged out by my hair. It all happened so fast that neither of us could react. One second I am being dragged out, and the next, a random man in a mask has me bent over the hood of the car and is raping me. Jett is restrained and also raped. Only when the man finished with him was he given an option… Rape the woman they brought, or I get killed. I begged him to let them shoot me, but he didn’t. Now I understand that obviously he was going to do what he could to save my life, but I was so angry at him. The masked men brought a woman out of the van, and she had a hood over her head. Two of them held her down, and he sobbed and begged the girl for forgiveness as he raped her. She said nothing. She didn’t cry or fight, but when she had an orgasm, that was it. That’s the moment that every shred of logic left my brain. When I pulled away from the masked men, they let me. I ran before Jett even finished.

Come to find out, those men were his supposed friends who hated my fucking guts. Two of them raped me that night, and the girl was Jett’s ex-girlfriend, who was very much in on the situation. They were intentionally causing a divide because they felt as though I was stealing him away from them. I went directly to the cops and told them everything. I had a rape exam done, but I didn’t know who it was at that point. Jett ended up there also to turn himself in and explain who it was. The detective took us both to an interview room where I completely melted down and screamed at Jett for an hour. He took every second of my trauma-induced rage and never once invalidated why I was angry.

Once I calmed down, the detective thanked Jett for coming in but said he was a victim. He asked that we both go for rapeexams, so we did. The detective stayed with us, but Jett and I stayed at each other’s sides the entire time. Every swab, every needle stick, every picture, and every tear we cried. After, we went back to the statement room, and all five were already in custody. Jenna, Jett’s ex-girlfriend, broke and turned everyone in. She provided the detective with the camera footage from her phone. She had apparently propped her phone up to record, and it caught every second from when I was dragged out to when the masks came off, and they all laughed and taunted Jett. They raped me, raped Jett, forced him to fuck someone else under the impression that he was raping them, and then told him they’d talk to him at game night.

Jett and I remained friends, but we never let ourselves go there again. Jett was far more open about telling me that he was in love with me, and he’d be patient. He never dated again. He had sex with others, but he had a habit of telling me who they were and how it was just for sex because I was his end goal. I was never shy about expressing that I also loved him, but neither of us would take that step and go there again. I knew that the moment I stepped away from Garrett, he would be the one to break. In some way, I felt like I deserved Garrett and not Jett because I handled that situation so poorly. Jett didn’t deserve the things I said when I screamed at him. He wasn’t at fault, and he was absolutely a victim, so I saw Garrett as a punishment. Everything changed when I knew he was about to go from letting men rape me daily to actually selling me.

I know what it is, and I know he was essentially grooming me. Many of those men offered hundreds of thousands of dollars to keep me, but he always said no. That is, until Jerome wanted me. He offered two and a half million and was supposed to getme tonight. Jerome leads the largest crime family in most of the country. He wanted a wife to get pregnant and produce an heir, but Garrett hadn’t told him he forced a hysterectomy on me.

I am completely out of it, lost in my memories. Being raped by men who were also once my friends hurt worse than anything Garrett has ever done to me. I have been put through a lot by him and those men who paid to use my body.

Once, I was forced to suck so much dick in a row that I threw up straight come. When he took me to parties and I was the only woman, I was sat down in one spot and was the entertainment. Anyone could do anything they wanted, as long as they used a condom for anal and vaginal. The biggest party I ever went to lasted a whole weekend, and there were nearly a hundred men who ran through me in three days. All of them took me several times. I didn’t eat or sleep the entire time, unless one of them choked me out and I fainted. I was given water and allowed to clean up every few hours, but I was used nonstop. By the time we left, I was too weak to move. Garrett was forced to carry me in because I simply couldn’t walk. He gave me a bath, fed me, and put me to bed. My pussy and ass were so fucking swollen that he had a doctor come check on me. It was six months after the surgery, so he was afraid someone caused damage, but the doctor just said I needed to rest and not get fucked for a while. Garrett’s response was to give me an e-reader and lock me in the room for a month. One month of peace, and all I have to do is let a one-hundred-man train run through me for three days straight? It was almost worth it.

“Bex,” Jett says. I blink a few times at him, and I realize we are in the office. I am curled up on his lap, and everyone is staring at me. “There you are.”

“What happened?” I ask quietly.

“You were in shock, I think,” he says, hugging me to his chest. “I got you out of the truck, you said ‘he’s here,’ and then just… nothing. You wouldn’t talk or speak. I carried you in, and we’ve been sitting here for the last hour and a half.”

“I was just thinking. I must have gotten lost,” I say, sitting up.

“Who did you say was here?” Wilder asks. I snap my head in his direction, and he smiles. I’ve only met Wilder, Macie, and Arden over video call when I talk to Jett, but they are all so fucking sweet.

“Don’t you have babies? Why are you here?” I ask.

“Because the babies are with grandparents so we could meet you in person,” Wilder says, as he leans down and hugs me.

“Thank you,” I sigh. Macie and Arden hug me next before Levi does. Levi is like a brother to me. He went through a horrific time when his wife and daughter were murdered in front of him just a few days after returning home from deployment with a gunshot wound. He went off the deep end for a while, but Arden saved him from drowning. When Jett told me that Levi was back and sober, I was so happy.

“What are you hiding?” Levi asks.

“Levi,” Jett sighs.

“Oh no. I have known this girl since she was born. I’m not a dumbass, and neither are you,” Levi says. “Give it up.”

“I know who he was going to sell me to and how much he was given,” I say carefully.

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