Chapter Nine

Colette

It’s dark, probably two in the morning right now. Everyone is so focused that no one is talking. Our plan is not complicated, but we must all be vigilant. I would never tell the others this, but I have a sneaking suspicion that they are going to get to me either way. I talked to Victoria on the phone about it, and she says that if they do, then they won’t kill me automatically. They like to punish women, which means they will more than likely do the same before they kill me. They will let their arrogance get in the way and assume they have time to play.

I can work with this. I can survive their attack again if it means they still die in the end. If it means that no one else is ever harmed by them, I will make that sacrifice, but I will also blow their brains out the second I get a chance. I have officially lost my mind, but rage filled thoughts of their death have been stuck in my mind since the moment I was in that alleyway with them. I have tried to fight it for so long because I didn’t want to be that person, but I am that person. They made me that person when they hurt me. They sealed their fate when they decided to try and have me killed.

“Colette,” Hudson says when we stop. Others jump out to put the explosives on the gate.

“Yes?” I ask.

“Please stay close, okay?”

“I planned on it,” I remark. “Any reason you’re acting like I’m incapable of handling myself?”

“I’m sorry,” he sighs. “I just don’t want you getting hurt.”

“I understand,” I say.

The gate suddenly busts open, and our attention is diverted back to the plan. We drive through first and make our way to the main house. As soon as we park, we all jump out. Hudson signals for everyone to take their positions. I stay with the others and go to the entrance. We slow our pace significantly as we get the front door open. Once we are sure we aren’t going to get blown up, we enter.

It is pitch black, but we expected this. We keep our lights off as we make our way through the house. “It’s too quiet,” I whisper.

Hudson nods in agreement and we head for the staircase. I am behind everyone, which seems logical, until a hand covers my mouth. I am pulled away so fast that I don’t have a chance to scream or get their attention. One minute I am right there with them and the next minute I am being dragged away. I scream against the hand and thrash my body, but I am already in the next room and nearly out of a side door by the time I can react. They keep a tight hold on me as they pick me up and I’m carried to a nearby building.

Well… this sucks. I know I’ll survive, but this means they knew we were coming. That means we have a spy.

I am forced over a table and my arms are restrained before anyone comes into view and the hand comes off my mouth. Instead of being scared or pleading for mercy, I laugh. I’ve definitely lost my mind.

“Something funny?” Vlad asks, grabbing me by the hair and yanking my head back.

“You know I’m your sister, right?” I say. “Won’t stop you from raping me considering you also like to rape Victoria, but… You’ll go down as the freak who fucked his family and got off.”

“I don’t have a sister,” he says, releasing me.

“Mmm. You do. You have two actually. Your father killed the first one, so she kept me a secret and I was adopted to someone else,” I say. “But go ahead. Rape your little sister. You got off using my body once.”

“You think I care?” he snarls.

“No,” I laugh.

“Stop fucking laughing,” Dima says firmly. When I laugh again, he smacks my ass hard enough to make me wince in pain.

“You gonna come for us again, whore?” Vlad says as he pulls my jeans down, leaving me in just panties.

“You seriously need an anatomy lesson,” I snicker. “You see, Vlad, it’s biology. Certain parts do certain things when stimulated. Kind of like if someone fucked your ass, you’d still come.”

“You are still a whore,” Dima says.

“It’s like arguing with children,” I say. “You’ll be dead soon enough.”

Vlad ignores me and pulls my panties down. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. They want me to fight, but if I fight, they’ll rape me and it will hurt. I don’t want to risk my baby, so I am forcing myself to be quiet. That is, until I hear the lube open. My eyes snap open and see Dima smirking at me. He is leaning over the table and is at eye level while Vlad is behind me.

“What’s wrong, sissy?” Dima mocks. “I thought you weren’t scared?”

“You are going to die,” I say but groan the last few words when he pushes fingers into me. As he starts to slowly push in and pull out, he is coating my ass at the same time. I know what he’s going to do, but I don’t know when. I grit my teeth, and unbridled anger is rising inside of me when that disgusting pleasure sneaks in.

“That’s it, sissy. Tighten little that pussy for your big brother,” Vlad mocks. “Choose pussy or ass.”

What the fuck is this? Incest games? I can’t fucking wait to kill him. I know the guys will find me, but I have a feeling they’ll walk in to seeing me bent over and my brother raping me.

“Pick, or it will be both,” Dima says with a smile. What do I pick? Ass would mean I risk pain. Pussy risks my baby.

“Ass,” I growl through gritted teeth.

“Good choice,” Vlad says before abruptly grabbing my hips and slamming into me. The scream that comes out of me is nearly ear piercing as pain floods my abdomen. Dima comes around and I hear the vibrations before I feel them. As soon as he presses the toy against me, my body immediately reacts. Tears flood my face, and a moan is forced out of me. Vlad starts moving more and more aggressively.

“Come for your brother, whore. Come on my cock,” Vlad growls. I groan and bang my head on the table, trying to fight it. Where in the fuck are they? I don’t want this fucking loser to come in me. The more I fight it, the worse it hurts. I force myself to relax my body and a disgusting orgasm floods out of me right as the door swings open.

I am so fucking angry that I can’t focus on anything but their death. Vlad and Dima step away from me and I am pulled up from the table. Dallas fixes my pants while Hudson takes my face between his hands.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I’m going to fucking kill them,” I say rage still shakes through me. He studies me for a moment before kissing me.

“Are you positive?” he asks.

“Yes,” I confirm.

“A round is chambered,” he says, turning his pistol around for me to take. I smile as I take it from him and immediately turn to Vlad and Dima. Everyone else has a gun on them, so they know their fate.

“This is for my mother,” I say simply. Without hesitation or a shred of remorse, I point the pistol at Vlad’s groin and pull the trigger. I immediately shift the gun and repeat the process with Dima. They both let out a shrill scream as they hit the ground and blood floods the area. I take a few steps forward before putting the gun to the center of Vlad’s forehead. “And this is for me.”

I pull the trigger, and his body drops to the ground. Dima is still writhing in pain but is actively trying to get away from me. The others let him pull his body away from me a few feet before he ends up cornered. “P-please,” he whimpers.

“This… This one is for my baby,” I say. “Congratulations, Dima, you’re going to be an uncle.” I pull the trigger again and his head snaps back before his body slumps to the ground.

I turn back and hand Hudson him his gun before walking out. Everyone is speechless, including me. I know I just killed them, but I feel like I should feel bad. I don’t care. If I’m being honest, I’m happy.

“Hey,” Hudson says as he backs me against the SUV. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” I say. “I don’t feel like I should be, but I am.”

“Physically though?”

“Yeah. I’m okay,” I say. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“Well, I like the part where you killed them,” he smiles.

“I feel like I should have remorse,” I say.

“Why? They hurt you. They threatened the life of your child,” he says. “You can only push someone so far before they break.”

“What happens when you break?” I ask.

“I move my best friend in and fuck her,” he smirks, tucking stray hair behind my ear.

“I broke you?” I ask. “I thought breaking Hudson would be harder than just existing.”

“Cole, I will happily break for you over and over again,” he says sweetly. “Let’s go home.”

“Oh… there is definitely a spy,” I say.

“Yeah,” he sighs. “Pretty sure I know who it is.”

“Can we take care of that first?” I ask.

“You just want to see me shoot someone,” he laughs.

“Yeah,” I smile.

“Colton,” Hudson calls out.

“Yeah?” Colton answers.

“Go get our spies,” he says.

We walk over to join everyone else while I watch Colton and Andrew snatch two younger men by the arms and drag them over in front of Hudson. “W-What’s going on?” one stammers.

“You were working for Vlad. Why?” he asks.

“No,” he says quickly.

“Don’t play me for a fool. Why?”

“He paid me,” the other says quietly.

“Shut the fuck up, Sean,” the other growls.

“No,” I say. “Talk. Why?”

“Why did he pay me?” the man asks.

“Why did you need the money? Chris, your father is in the fights, correct?”

“Yeah,” he says quietly.

“So why would you go against everything you’ve ever known that was not abusive or harmful to you?” I ask.

“My mom has breast cancer. The treatments are so expensive… She doesn’t want to do the treatments because of the money… The cancer is treatable if she’ll just do the treatments. He came to me about two months ago and offered to pay for her treatments if I just relayed information about where you guys were at and what you were doing,” Sean says. “I know I’m going to die. Just don’t let my mom die. Please.”

“Why didn’t you come to me?” Hudson asks. “Carrie and Rob our friends of mine. If you had just told me she needed the money, I would’ve paid for it myself.”

“Randy convinced me it was better this way,” he says, gesturing to the guy beside him. “Vlad promised him a spot with him if he helped.”

With no hesitation, Hudson pulls his pistol and shoots Randy. When he turns to Sean, he lowers the pistol. Sean seems to be accepting of his death, but Hudson‘s not going to kill him. “If I ever find out that you betrayed me again, I will fucking kill you. If you ever put my wife in danger again, I will fucking kill you. Do you understand me?” Hudson asks with a dangerously low tone.

“Yes sir. I swear to God I will never do this again. I was just desperate. I’m so sorry,” he says pleading.

“Go,” Hudson says. “And Sean?”

“Yes sir?” Sean asks.

“I’m not telling your parents because your mom will only reject my help. I will take care of the bills without them knowing, and this will stay between us. Don’t make me regret my decision.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you so much,” Sean sniffles. When he walks away, I smile at Hudson.

“What?” he asks.

“You’re a momma’s boy. That’s the only reason you didn’t shoot him,” I say.

“Yeah, I would’ve done the same thing if someone convinced me that Vlad was my only option. I would do the same thing for you too,” he says.

“Ready to go home?” Dallas asks.

“Absolutely,” I sigh.

The first thing I do when we get home is go to the master bathroom and get into the shower. I don’t wait for anyone, and no one joins me. They let me have this time alone. I scrub my body, getting rid of the evidence once again. This time, for the last time. They will never hurt me again. They will never hurt anyone again.

When I get out of the shower, I go to the bedroom to get dressed. I find that Hudson and Dallas are waiting for me. “Hi,” I say.

“Come here,” Dallas says. I step closer and he grabs my waist and pulls me against his body. “I’m not even going to ask you what you need, because I know.”

“Okay,” I say slowly. He smirks at me and then steps back slightly to undress himself. When he sits on the edge of the bed, he pulls me into his lap and immediately thrusts into me. “Fuck!”

“Tell me what happened,” he says, pulling me across his chest.

“They kept calling me a whore,” I say, relaxing against him.

“What else?” he says as he starts so slowly fuck me.

“They kept mocking me about coming for my brothers,” I sigh. “Vlad used his fingers first… they made me choose pussy or ass… I chose ass so the baby wasn’t at risk.”

“Then what?”

“Dima used a toy while Vlad raped me,” I groan when he quickens his pace. “They forced me to come to try and humiliate me. You guys showed up in the middle of it.”

“Are you humiliated?” he asks.

“No. I was angry,” I choke out. It’s getting harder to focus now.

“And now?”

“I want to come,” I pant.

“For who?” he grunts.

“You. I want to come for you,” I moan. “And Hudson. I want both of you to make me come.”

“Good girl,” he says before kissing me. The moment I relax against him, Hudson slams into me. I gasp and sit up, but Hudson gets a tight grip on my throat and pulls me against his chest as they start to pound into me. I can hardly breathe, but I cannot make a sound.

“Oh, look at our little slut. Struggling to breathe,” Hudson mocks. Fuck, it’s so hot whenever he does it. Let’s be real, I think everything he does is hot.

“Come for us, Colette,” Dallas groans.

“Please,” I choke out.

“Please what?” Hudson asks, loosening his grip just enough so that I can talk easier.

“Please make me come,” I moan. “Please come with me.”

Hudson lays me back across Dallas’s chest before they both turn frenzied and fuck me as hard as their bodies will allow. I’m instantly transported to a place in my mind that they have created for this blissful like state of pleasure. As we start to come together, the bedroom door comes open.

“Caught ya, bitches,” Colton laughs.

“Go away,” I groan.

“Hell no. You three have been trying to hide this relationship for months now. Figured it would be fun to catch you in the act to force you to tell us what’s up,” Jayden says.

Hudson and Dallas chuckle as they move me to the bed and help me wrap up in a blanket so I can sit up and not be exposed. Hudson then puts his shirt on me.

“You couldn’t have waited until I did not have two dicks inside of me?” I ask, glaring at them.

“No, I won’t lie. That was my favorite part,” Makayla giggles.

“How long have you been with Dallas too?” Kaylee asks.

“Since the wedding,” I laugh.

“See?” Kaylee says to the others. “I told you it happened at the wedding.”

“Why does it matter?” I ask.

“I’d like to think we are all family," Colton says. “I don’t ever want to hear of you guys hiding something this important from us again. We would’ve supported you from the very beginning. Of all people, Hudson should know this.”

“Well, then you should know that I don’t know who the father is,” I smile.

“Oooh. A mystery,” Andrew laughs. “How far along?

“Tomorrow will be eight weeks,” I say.

“You know,” Colton says with a smile. “Hudson never wanted kids until you.”

“Oh, that is because I am incredible at breaking Hudson,” I say with a sweet smile.