Page 86 of Devoured
I immediately crouched down and kicked him in the dick as hard as I could, and he yelped, holding his groin, dropping the gun. I ran for the doors, but the pitch-black night surrounded me, the barest outline of the gnarly trees blocking out the moonlight. My chin bobbed. Where was Teagen’s car? Which direction had we come from? How could I escape? I tripped down the stairs, and he lunged after me, sliding the knife against my throat.
“Get the fuck in the RV,” he said coldly. “I’m done playing games.”
I closed my eyes, moving forward. I wasn’t done. But I would survive this. I would get out. I just had to figure out how.
Up the steps. Into the RV. The room spun as if we were hanging from a pendulum, picking up speed, then slowing down, the world turning on its head. Jake pushed me to the couch. I sat down, looking up at him.
“You’re a domme, right?” he asked. I didn’t respond. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t figure out how to do anything to make this top. “You’ll like this, then.”
He slapped me hard. My whole face turned from the force. A metallic taste filled my mouth. I looked up at him, and he did it again.
“How many men have you slapped like this?” he asked. “You did this to me, mentally. You fucked me more than any woman has ever fucked me. And what do I get out of it, huh? Tell me, Mama Bear. What do I get?”
He slapped me again, though this time, it was more of a punch than anything. This was Jake’s revenge. Was he going to kill me too?
An abrupt knock outside interrupted us, the door shaking against the frame. Jake turned around quickly.
“Someone heard,” I mumbled, the words barely audible. Even my voice felt like it was fading. “Someone heard you.”
“Shut up,” he said. “Say a word, and I’ll kill you.”
And I knew he would. None of this was pretend anymore.
Jake creaked open the door.
“My man,” another charming, familiar voice said. “What’s up? I can’t believe you’re actually here.”
Roland.
No. He was on a plane to New York.
Wasn’t he?
“The hell?” Jake asked.
“Jake Harris! ThefamousJake Harris. You are a legend among men, my man. I came to pay my respects. See if I could help a brother out.”
“Who the hell are you?”
“I’m a fan,” Roland said. From the opening in the door, I could see his hand running through his hair. “And you’re a legend. I heard about what you were pulling at the Dahlia District. Came to see if the rumors were true.”
“I’m already going to jail,” Jake muttered. “Don’t be a dick.”
“Hey, I’m serious.” In a lower voice, Roland added, “I like to use, myself. Never tried a Roofie, but hell, I’ll try anything once.” He knocked on the outside of the RV. “You got any? Anyway, tell me your stories, the real ones. I want to know how you did it. And I’ll see if I can help.”
“If you can help?”
“Your prison sentence?” There was a hint of charm in his voice, that tone I had come to know so well. “I’m sure that your judge isn’t above a little bribery.”
Jake paused, studying Roland. “What stories?”
“How you got all those girls, man.” Roland pounded the side of the RV, harder this time. “Come on. We gotta stick together,” he laughed, “I’ll see what I can do to put those women in line again. Thinking they’re better than us. Fuck them.”
A tear slipped down my cheek. Fucking Roland. He was a monster. He had always been one. Just like Jake.
But no. None of this made sense. Why was Roland here?
Was he here to help me?
