Page 116 of One Spicy Summer

"Fuck, baby, you're so tight," Keifer groans, thrusting into me.

My body, my temple… Defiled.

Rygaard's.

Not his. Never his.

Another man hovers nearby, pawing at me like I’m a piece of meat. "Don’t worry, sweetheart," he laughs, licking a filthy stripe up my face."I’m just waiting my turn."

"Stop whining,"Keifer snarls at him, pounding harder, faster."Maybe once I’m done, you can have the scraps."

Tears leak from the corners of my eyes as Keifer’s rhythm stutters. He grunts, finishing with a shudder."Fuck, Presley. I missed your sweet, little cunt so much."

"Fuck you,"I mumble around the gag.

He yanks it out."What was that, baby?"he mocks, and punches me in the stomach so hard I almost black out.

"We gotta go,"the other man urges.

"He’ll be here soon."

“Let him come,” Keifer sneers. “I want him to know exactly what I did to his precious, little whore.”

I cough, spitting blood. “You’ve been watching us?” I rasp.

Keifer smirks. "Just returning the favor. Ever since he caught me watching you two outside that restaurant, he’s been on my ass. Lucky for me, Jamieson here kept tabs while I kept planning.Enough talking, get up, worthless bitch," he barks, dragging me by my hair.

“I’m not worthless,” I whisper, bloody but unbroken. “You just made me believe I was.”

“You believed it because it's true," he spits.

“No," I snarl, laughing as blood runs down my chin. “You're the fucking loser, Keifer. Always were."

The slap comes hard and fast, but I don’t flinch. His hands will never cage me again. He drags me out of the house, shoving me into a waiting car. “Let’s see lover boy find you now,” he hisses.

As the door slams shut, I pray.

Pray that Rygaard finds me before my broken body gives out… Before Keifer finally gets what he’s always wanted.

My death.

Chapter Forty-Six

Rygaard

Shortly after I slam the phone down, I go hunting for what we’d need tonight.

Hidden behind Presley’s little library, buried deep within the guts of the mini apartment I’d built for her, is my personal armory, my quiet, vicious insurance policy. When I come out, I’m packing a mean punch and an even meaner intention.

That fucking bastard came into my home and stole my girl. He didn’t just cross a line, he declared war.

How the fuck did he find us? How did he have the balls to rip away the only thing tethering me to sanity?

He won’t leave alive.I

’ll make damn sure of that.

I’m locking up the apartment, blood pounding in my temples, when I hear tires screech across the pavement.

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