Page 41 of Ensnared By Silence
“Play nice, please,” she whispered as Dick stood and pulled her chair out.
He motioned to the head chair, and I took the seat, pulling the napkin into my lap as the private conversations died down. Dick stood and pulled at his collar while looking at me before addressing the room.
“Welcome everyone to our home. My son, Hayden, would like to say the blessing before we eat,” he said, and all eyes surrounding the tables turned to me.
I stood and exhaled with my glass of whiskey in my hand. If they wanted me to make a speech, I could handle that. Clearing my throat, I spoke loud across the room. “Good food. Good meat. Good God, let’s eat. Amen and all that jazz.”
A few chuckles arose from the table and I smirked at Agnes when I sat down. Her face was red, and I could tell she wanted to say something to me but was restricted by the socially acceptable limitations she and the rest of them lived by.
Servers in black pants, white shirts, bow ties, and long aprons began filing out of the kitchen with plates of food on large trays. Everyone was served and quiet conversations were happening as the group ate the overpriced, bland food.
I ate dinner and avoided getting dragged into the conversation Dick and the Senator were having about his reelection campaign and some lobbyist who was in his pocket. My mother kept engaging me and I answered her questions with one syllable responses. She was getting irritated, and I found it amusing. Tucker’s gaze caught mine and he rolled his eyes before looking at Dick and Agnes. I chuckled behind my bite and finished the average dinner without further conversation.
The plates were cleared, and dessert was served with coffee. I finished my cheesecake and muttered, “Please excuse me.”
“Of course,” Dick replied, and the Senator and his wife smiled up at me as I left the table.
Walking through the sitting room, I grabbed a bottle of water from the bar before going outside to the small side patio. It was a private space where I could be alone and see if anyone was coming outside. Reaching into my jacket pocket, I pulled out a joint and lit the end, inhaling deeply. I coughed around the smoke and took a deep swallow of water.
I didn’t hear the door open, and I looked up to see Tucker walking out and closing the door behind him. He smirked at me and lifted his eyebrows with his eyes on the joint. I offered it to him, and he sat down, taking it from me and inhaling deeply. I tried to appear unfazed by his presence, but the anger welling up in me was consuming my rational thoughts.
All I could see was me wrapping my hands around his neck and choking the life out of him. Visions of Aubrey, unable to stop their assault on her defenseless body, played in my mind like a nightmare and I snapped out of it when I heard him say my name.
“Hayden, you okay, man?”
My gaze caught him and I smiled, taking the joint from him, and smirked. “Yeah. Sorry. I was thinking about the dick warmer I have waiting back home. I wish Agnes would finish this whole bullshit up so I can get back on the road.”
I hated to talk that way, but I needed to fit into the typical asshole these people are used to. Being a big man and bragging about your conquests gave you status. He chuckled as I handed him the joint.
“She a good lay?” he asked, and I turned my head to the door opening.
Tucker looked over his shoulder and uttered, “J-man, come hit this.”
Jared walked out and sat down with us, taking the joint and toking deeply. Tucker turned back to me and waited eagerly for my response. I shrugged, appearing aloof as I replied, “She’s got a tight pussy, but her face leaves a lot to be desired. She’s good for a quick fuck and isn’t a stage five stalker.”
“Those are the best ones,” Jared responded and passed the joint. “If she sucks cock like a vacuum, I could care less what she looks like, as long as she leaves as soon as she swallows my nut.”
“Clingers are the worst. I wish they’d understand their place is at the end of my cock, not on my arm.” Tucker shook his head and dropped the roach on the ground, pressing his shoe down and extinguishing it.
“Yeah. If a woman even starts that ‘we’ crap, kick her to the curb and find another one,” Jared agreed, and I clenched my fists under the table.
Needing to push this conversation, I asked, “What about the one from the picture? The one that got away?”
Tucker started laughing and Jared looked confused. I maintained a causal expression as I sipped my bottle of water, waiting for the arrogant little shit to hang himself. He finally stopped laughing and wiped his eyes.
“Who’s he talking about, Tuck?”
Tucker chuckled and replied, “Bree. He saw my prom picture in the study.” Turning to me, he continued, “I didn’t mean it in a broken-hearted way. I meant, she literally got away from me. She disappeared after a night of fun and I haven’t heard from her since.”
Bree . . . Aubrey.
“Fuck, man. I haven’t thought about Bree in years. Damn, that girl had a soft mouth,” Jared joked, gripping his crotch and adjusting himself. “I wish I would have gotten a chance at her pussy.”
Fighting the bile rising in my throat, I swallowed and looked expectantly at Tucker, waiting for him to spill it all. He didn’t disappoint when he looked over both shoulders in the enclosed area before turning back to me and leaning closer to speak. I leaned in, my heart racing and my mouth dry as a desert.
“Jared was a chemistry major, and he developed this formula that, when given in the right dose, turns a girl into a horny slut with no memory. We tested it on Bree, and it worked like a charm.”
“What do you mean by a horny slut with no memory? How did you do that?” I smiled, my eyes glowing with fire. Fire for Aubrey and the countless girls they’ve done this to since ‘testing’ it out on her.
