Page 20 of Pain and Possession

"Did you... hurt him?" I find his hazel eyes staring at me adoringly an expression that makes no sense coming from this man in this situation.

"Not yet." He answers as he puts the car in drive.

"Will you?" I don't want to hear his answer, I don't know why I asked.

"I imagine so. I feel something for you Olive, I won't tolerate your behavior tonight or his.”

A sob leaves my chest as I throw myself towards him, hitting and scratching as best I can in the close quarters. You're a fucking monster. Fear, anger and guilt make bile rise in my throat as I fight him. He smirks at me as he grips both my wrists, I know he let me hit him… he wanted me to.I look down to see his large cock tented in his pants, more tears run down my face as my core aches with need. Trent is the last thing on my mind, and that's so fucking wrong. It's wrong that I don't care. He's a good guy, and his involvement with me is going to get him hurt.My involvement with him is going to get me hurt.

"As much as I enjoy the fire in you doll it's getting late, and I have things to do." With that he pulls me into him his lips crashing into mine, possessing me, consuming me. I break away with a frustrated scream again shooting towards him but this time I aim for the horn. Beating on it as many times as I can before he slams me into the dashboard hard enough to make my ears ring.

"I didn't want to do this Olive, but I can't have you drawing attention to us like this." He reaches underneath me, popping down the glove box as I try to adjust my pounding head against the dashboard I'm pinned to.

Fucking cunt.

I don't even get time to process the words or the threat behind them when I feel a sharp prick in my arm. I scream knocking his hand away, sending the syringe flying across the car. Noè gives me an annoyed look as I stare at him completely panicked. I jerk in my seat clawing at the door and banging on the window as he wraps his arms around me, pressing his lips to my temple. I know I should keep fighting, but my body won't listen. My chest heaves as he shushes me, stroking my arm gently with his thumb. My head goes light as black spots dot my vision.

"You’re okay doll, please relax I don’t want you to hurt yourself."

I want to argue, I want to scream, run and tell him to fuck off but I can't. I can't do anything; my body is too heavy.

I just need to sleep.

Noè

"Fuck please, I swear I didn't know."

The sound of shouting assaults my eardrums as I enter the dimly lit basement. The annoyance quickly placated by the sight of Trenton Hall strapped to an old chair. A chair from my grandfather's time. The bodies, the death its seen hangs in the air along with the chemicals we use to clean up after. The hands that he used… that he placed on her tight body bound uncomfortably behind his back. I raise a hand to the two men in the room. Kenny and Biggs stop their assault on the man's swollen face, his bruised eyes widen when he sees me.

We've never met, but everyone of minor importance in this city knows my face. Especially in his line of work, promoting clubs and bars is the official job description but Trenton here makes most of his money recruiting girls as sex workers.A trade my family has dipped in and out of through the years. We get a cut of course. We get a cut of everything in this city.

"Sir, sir I didn't know she was taken. Man, she never mentioned you not once!" He shouts, his body already trembling with exhaustion even though he was left untouched until about twenty minutes ago when I arrived. More rage trickles down my spine, running through every joint and nerve in my body, popping and festering there. I can't really fault her, even though I want to. Words cannot begin to describe how badly I want to punish her. I hadn't made myself clear, hadn't claimed her yet.

A mistake I will correct tonight.

He continues to shout, beg and plead with me as I stare at him. I don't answer, I don't react. His panic lashes at me from the concrete walls, only stoking the unquenchable need to paint them with his blood. I won't do that though. His death has a purpose, there's a point to be made. I don't want to shock her with a mangled corpse her first trip to the compound. Sure, I could leave him alive, but the idea of another man walking around my city that's lips has touched hers…

Absolutely fucking not.

I don't particularly enjoy killing people and by rule of thumb I avoid it when I can. That being said, it certainly doesn't bother me, taking a life. When I get angry, things get messy. Inflicting pain on others does nothing for me, it's the latter I desire.

"Biggs fill the sink." I command one of my men. Biggs is a relatively new recruit. He has something to prove, I'll give him that chance tonight. I can barely stop the smile from sliding onto my face as I think about my little doll snuggled up in my bed just a few floors above me. The way her sluggish body clung to me when I pulled her from the car and walked her to my bedroom at the compound. The amusing looks on my men's faces as I carried her tucked into my chest. They've never seen me with a woman like that before. Once or twice while my cock was buried in one's mouth, perhaps. I'm not a good man, butshebrings out a tenderness in me only reserved for a few people in my life.I will happily give her all that tenderness, if she will accept it from me. I will happily give her the nastier side of me if she will not. I'm not sure what changed that night, maybe it was the thought of dying beside her. Maybe it was the way she didn’t mind my scars, or her obvious longing for the end. All I know for sure is I haven’t stopped thinking about her since then and I never want to.

Biggs walks back to us, nodding to me. His cropped short blonde hair looks almost white in the fluorescent lighting. He's a monster of a man, hence his nickname. Definitely would put up a good fight, he made quick work of snatching Trenton for me tonight.

"Trenton Hall, I trust you understand why you're here tonight." I say as I slowly approach him. He nods, snot dripping from his nose and down his parted lips. He's right not to speak, even lowlife pimps understand the gravity that comes with being around a family head.

"Tell me, have you ever stuck your cock in Olive Hayes?" He starts to speak but I hold out my hand, cutting him off, "Think very hard, if you lie to me, I will remove your cock and send it to your mother."

A sob leaves his chest as he shakes his head. Kenny reaches down gripping him by the hair and jerking his head back, "When he speaks, you answer!"

"No! No sir, I've never touched her like that."

Lucky you.

I raise my leg and kick him directly in the face, snapping his head backwards so far the chair tips. My men catch it before he hits the ground. I place my boot on the edge of his chair leaning in so close I can smell the sweat and blood on his face. Not nearly as nauseating as it should be to me.

"Do you have any idea how it felt watching you touch her? How hard it was not to put a bullet in both your skulls while you slipped your tongue down her fucking throat?"

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