Page 88 of The Devil's Redemption

Suddenly, Rooster grabs my arms and twists them behind me. I cry out and try to dislodge my arms from his gigantic hands, not wanting to be restrained. I know what happens after that. But Jasper’s grip on my throat tightens, completely restricting my airway.

Desperately trying to suck air into my lungs, I begin to fall to the floor. Jasper follows me without loosening his grip, and the two of us end up on our knees on the concrete floor of the barn. He doesn’t release his hold on me until Rooster has my arms folded behind my back, and completely bound from one elbow to the other.

As my vision begins to fade in and out, Jasper finally releases me, and I gasp furiously for air. Unable to hold myself up, I fall onto the floor, turning my head at the last moment to keep from smashing my face into the ground. Coughing and wheezing, I beg my lungs to work faster. Before I have time to completely compose myself, Rooster lifts me from the ground by my arms and pulls me backward until my back hits something hard.

I turn my head to try and see what it is, and my eyes land on the wooden door leading to one of the horse stalls. Using the same length of rope, he secures the other end to the handle of the cell, leaving me unable to fight. Unable to run.

And completely fucking unable to believe that this is happening all over again.

“Leave a little bit of slack so we can move her around a little. I’d like to be able to have access to her entire body.”

Jasper closes the distance between us, and I wait for him to continue his story. Heloveshis fucking stories, and he loves to play as he tells them. I know what’s coming next, and I find myself already heading toward my happy place. Reaching behind me, he unties my apron and lets it fall to the ground. The wad of cash I had in there from everyone’s overly gracious tips this evening rolls out. Rooster notices and grabs it, pocketing it for himself.

Go ahead, take my fucking money. Take everything I own, just please let me go.

My shirt is next. Jasper pulls a buck knife from somewhere on his belt and pulls the fabric of my shirt tight. With one cut, he produces a hole easily then puts the knife away. Taking hold of the fabric in both hands, he makes a show of ripping my shirt into two, essentially turning it into a vest. Gripping the fabric, he guides my shirt out of the way.

He looks me up and down as I stand there before him, half naked. The only thing I can think of is at least I didn’t wake up naked, chained to a bed this time. His eyes appear to gloss over as he stares at me before he moves in so our lips are nearly touching. His breath smells like whiskey and stale cigarettes. It causes my nausea to flare up, and I think to myself it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to throw up all over the piece of shit in front of me.

It would probably earn me a harsh beating though.

I think he’s going to kiss me, but then he looks down at my body. With one hand, he grazes his fingers up my inner thigh, slowly climbing toward the spot between my legs that he got far too acquainted with the last time I saw him.

With his other hand, he reaches underneath the fabric of my bra and tugs on my nipple. He’s gentle at first, but then he pinches hard, and I cry out as he pulls my breast from my bra letting it sit on the fabric’s cup, propped up for anyone to see. Almost lethargically, he rubs me between my legs, over my shorts. His eyes move slowly from my breast to my lips, finally landing on my eyes.

When I looked into Blade’s eyes behind the diner two years ago, I thought I saw an evil that I didn’t know existed. But I was very,verywrong.

Looking into Jasper’s eyes is like looking into the soul of the devil himself.

There is no other evil as equally matched as the psychopath standing in front of me.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Sasha:More than I ever thought possible, Carson.

The moment her response comes through, I drop the lug wrench, and it nearly lands on my foot. It wouldn’t have mattered. I probably wouldn’t have noticed the throbbing pain because I’m certain it wouldn’t measure up to how uncomfortably hard my cock is right now. Readjusting myself with one hand, I text with the other.

Me: This fucking car can wait. I’m leaving now, and I’ll see you in five.

Rushing to get out of there, I don’t even bother making sure the tire is on tightly. I’ll check it tomorrow when I get back here. I leave all of my tools exactly where they are and run to each bay door, closing and locking them. The last stop is the office. I forgo shutting down the computer, opting instead to just turn the light out and lock the door behind me. My phone pings, and immediately following that, it begins to ring. I don’t even have to look at the screen to know that it’s Sasha about to give me hard time for leaving early.

“Nothing you can say is going to keep me from getting you home and fucking that sweet pus—”

“Blade!” Kid’s frantic voice is barely audible over the loud, unmistakable growl of a bike engine.

Something’s wrong.

“What is it?”

“It—it’s Sasha, man. They took her.I’m so fucking sorry!”

“What thefuckare you talking about, Kid?”

“Some big dude grabbed her behind the diner and threw her into a car. I’m following them now with my lights off.”

I run to my bike and start it up, pulling down the garage’s driveway faster than I’ve ever moved on my bike before. It’s near impossible to have a phone conversation while on your bike, so I hope that Kid can hear what I’m saying.

“Where are you headed?” I scream.

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