Page 19 of Bound by Vengeance
She huffs out, “Right. Some.”
Which means she isn’t eating as much as she should. Fucking woman.
“You have to take care of yourself.”
“Yeah, I do. Now please go, friend.” Friend is said as a challenge. One that is fully accepted and will be succeeded.
“You got it.” I rest my hand on the door latch. “You need anything, Austyn, you call me. No hesitations, no questions asked, I’ll be there.” Without another word, I exit the car.
She sits there for a few moments before firing up the car and darting out of the lot.
Feet apart, I rub my hand over my face. Fuck, this woman is going to put me through the wringer. The thing is, I know coming out on the other side will be worth it. Every fucking moment will be worth it. Therefore, I’ll do this friend shit and get her past all the demons, or do my damnedest to try.
Pulling out my smokes, I tap one out and light it with my Zippo, inhaling the tar that will coat my lungs as I make my way back to the group of partiers.
I feel the burn in my lungs. My heart pulses inside my chest, craving more of her.
All in due time, Austyn.
C H A P T E R S E V E N
Hands hold me down, three sets of them. Whatever they gave me makes it easy for them to control my movements. I’m weaker.
I cry out as the man stands above my naked body and thrusts hard into me, breaking the barrier I held intact for twenty years.
“Fuck yeah. Virgin pussy, my favorite,” he grunts as tears fall from my eyes and pain courses through my body. Each movement hurts more than the next, like he’s tearing me from the inside out.
“Please stop.” My words are slurred and difficult to understand.
The man just laughs as the other men pull me harder, stretching me out and yanking at my muscles.
More cries of pain. More laughter.
Laughter.
Laughter.
I bolt upright in the bed, sweat coating my skin, my breathing erratic. The room is mine, not his. Mine. Only with that realization does my breathing catch and I’m able to take some deep breaths.
I reach over and turn on the lamp that sits on my nightstand, illuminating the space. My dresser is on one wall with the mirror hanging on the back of the closet door. My clothes are everywhere, and boxes line the room. Yes, my room.
I push all negative thoughts from my head.
The problem is, looking up JK on the flash drive and finding out more about him, it opened it all back up. The helplessness, the hurt, the anger—all of it bubbles to the surface.
That man took two things from me that I can never get back, and he must pay for it. He will pay for it.
He got away last time, when he sliced at my body, making me bleed and enjoying it like the sick, twisted fuck he is. The world needs to be rid of filth like him. I need to be rid of him. He needs to know what it feels like to bleed, inside and out.
After a shower where I tried to rid the dirt and dream from me, I pull open my laptop and scroll through the information again. There isn’t a lot to go on, which sucks, but there are some offshore accounts that I can suspend so he can’t get any money from them. Then, with a few clicks, I alter each account so the money spins around in cyberspace, jumping from bank to bank and making it so it dumps into an account for me. I’ll call it restitution. It’s the least he can do for me. Even his millions won’t fix all the damage he’s done, but maybe it’ll weed him out.
Adding a few worms to the email addresses he uses most is about the best I have so far, because I needed a break and fell asleep.
The brothers have been looking hard for him, but they have come up shy each time they get close, at least according to the notes Buzz has in the system. There are details of where JK was and at what times. Then how the club thinks he slipped away.
They are trying to track a pattern, and their notes are meticulous.
As a knock comes to the door, I shut the laptop and open the door.
