19. Chapter 19

19

I knew something was wrong before I even arrived. My car wasn't going fast enough, and the rain wasn't helping. My tire squealed as I took another turn. I shouldn't have left them again. I said this was going to be my last deployment, but I shouldn't have gone on another one. Grams wasn't doing well, and I knew my leaving wasn't a good idea. Grams was getting too old to take care of Laia. I should be the one taking care of them both. I could get a job easily in town.

I can be there for them.

I turn left onto their street, the pit in my stomach intensifying when my eyes catch the house.

"No, no, no," I mutter, barely parking on the street. Throwing the door open, I run towards the house. "Laia! Grams!" I scream the moment I step inside. All the lights are off. I can't see two feet in front of me, which is why I don't see it coming. Something connects with the side of my face causing me to fall.

"Fuck," I curse. Reaching up, I hiss when I feel the knot forming on the side of my head.

"Should've taken the deal," the familiar voice says from above me just before everything goes black .

I gasp awake, my eyes flying around the room. I don't see anyone, but I can feel them. It's like this every time I have a nightmare. For a split second, it's like they're still here and then reality sets in and I know they're gone. Then the anger settles in, and I remember the pain, their screams. I remember it all and nothing I do will remove the way they called to me.

Shaking my head, I swing my legs over the side of the bed. Rolling my neck, I stretch, hating that I have to wear tactical gear to bed. The last thing I need is Blake getting a stick shoved up her ass again and coming into my room. Fuck, I can't even take a breath without smelling her cunt. I knew I should have changed the mask the moment I put it on, but I couldn't. I wanted to bury my face in her pussy and lick her until she was shaking and begging me to stop. I still want to. I don't know what it is about Blake, but something inside screamed at me. I want to punish her, to find out what would make her scream. I want to know if she'll let me cut her open and lick her blood clean. Would she let me blindfold her? Tie her to the bed and play with her body?

I don't think she would anymore, not after she almost passed out while I was choking her. But she didn't fight me. Not at first, at least. She seemed to have enjoyed being thrown around and with my hands around her throat. It wasn't until I said I would slit her throat did it dawn on her that I was serious.

I want to cut her throat and watch the blood drop down her pale scarred skin. To watch the life drain from her eyes as she has my cock in her throat.

Smiling, I pull the door open, immediately noticing someone on the couch. Peeking over, I find Jace lying there with his arm over his face.

"I can feel you staring at me, fucker," he mumbles into his sleeve.

Smacking his foot off the arm of the couch, I sit down. Glancing over at Jace's door, I don't get to ask before Jace opens his mouth, "I wanted to give her some space."

"Why?" I frown over at him.

Jace moves his arm off his face, cocking a brow at me. "You're seriously asking this?"

"I wouldn't ask why if I didn't mean to ask," I bite back .

"Dude, you just choked her out a few hours ago and I stood there, doing nothing."

Pressing my lips together, I look away. I don't want to feel bad for what I did. Blake never should have been going through my things. She was acting like a spoiled brat, and it was either choke her or fuck the life out of her. And I doubt Jace or her would want me to fuck her.

"Why didn't you stop me?" I ask. Jace had just stood there watching. He even stepped out of the way. It doesn't make sense. He's been watching over her like a hawk and the moment I see red and nearly want to murder her, he steps out of the way.

"You wouldn't have hurt her."

"You don't know that." He doesn't. I barely stopped when my hands were around her neck. I wanted to watch her die.

"Ryker, we've known each other for years, I know you better than you know yourself sometimes. You might have been angry with her and thought about killing her, but you know when it's enough."

I nod my head, not wanting to argue with him. I usually know when it's enough, but it was me who stopped. Something in Blake's eyes, she wanted me to keep choking her. She was only fighting because it was the natural human reaction to do so. But she wanted to die.

"So, what, she's mad at me and taking it out on you?" I question, still focusing on the door.

"She won't even look at me, she keeps her hood up when we were working on her finally leaving it off—"

"Have you seen her scars?" I blurt out.

Jace's head snaps to mine, taken aback from my question. I can't tell if he's upset that I know about them, or he just found out about them.

"How…?"

Narrowing my eyes, I tilt my head to the side, as if to say he really needs to know why.

"I've seen most, I'm sure there's some she's hiding."

I nod my head, glancing away again .

"I don't know much about how they got there. The first time I saw, she uh said it was twenty-two men." It's my turn to be surprised, and my head snaps to him. What the fuck does he mean there were twenty-two men?

"Knock it off, I can see it in your eyes," Jace hisses. I act as if I have no idea what he's talking about. "It's why I've been so protective of her; she's been through some shit. And before you start running your mouth about her just being a spoiled mafia princess, I think there is something else going on," he explains.

I wave for him to continue.

"Her mother put some tracker in her shoulder. Her fucking father had no idea when I showed up to get her. I'm not sure, man. I think there's something going on, but I don't think Blake knows about it. I do know that she's not a fan of her father though. She's scared of him, and I don't like it."

"From what I've seen, most daughters are scared of their father." I shrug.

"Not like this."

"I mean he's the Pakhan of the Russian Mafia, what else would you expect? They're all fishy in my opinion."

I did my best not to get involved with our clients. Jace was the one who dealt with hiring which of them he wanted. He handled getting paid. I only did the physical side…the messy side of the business.

"Do you always have to be such an asshole?" he growls, throwing himself back against the couch. Sitting on the armrest, I study Jace. This is the first time I've ever seen him distraught over a girl. We've both had our fair share of women, but this is different. Blake pulls at a certain string in my heart that I had no idea was even there. And I don't like it. I don't want part of her, and I surely don't see myself falling for her trap.

"Just because I don't kiss at her feet and get on my knees for her, doesn't make me an asshole," I snap. I don't want to deal with the emotions that are trying to claw their way out. Instead, I get to my feet and leave. Jace doesn't need to know about the waging war in my head and I won't let him know.

I'm either a stalker or a creep while I stand in the corner watching Blake slip out of Jace's room. What is my little pet doing? How she hasn't noticed me is a little unsettling. Either she's not paying attention to her surroundings, or she knows I'm here. She could be ignoring me. Which makes sense since I choked her until she almost passed out.

I want to do it again. And the longer I'm around her, the more I want to push her. To find that sweet spot that will make her scream. I want to break her into tiny little pieces. To twist and shape her into someone she doesn't recognize.

Blake opens the fridge, searching around for something when I finally step out of the shadows and into the kitchen. Her back goes rigid, but she holds the fridge door open.

"Shouldn't you be in bed? It's a little late for little girls to be wandering around. You never know when something might pop out and get you," I smirk into my mask.

Blake lets the door go. Not looking at me her hands begin to move.

You can fuck off.

I chuckle. The girl's got some spunk. She rolls her eyes, closes the fridge, and finally turns around to face me. It always surprises me she has yet to ask about why I wear a mask or ask about me in general. Unless she asked Jace about it, and I doubt he would say anything.

"What's wrong, pet? Still mad at me?" I take one step closer, and she takes one step back. I smile again. She might be mad, but she likes this game .

I'm not your pet, you stupid pighead.

"You sure about that?" Taking one more step, Blake is up against the counter. "Nowhere else to go."

Blake glares up at me, staring into my cold, dark eyes. Neither one of us is moving, and I refuse to be the one to look away first. Blake seems to have the same idea. After what happened, I thought she would have become scared of me. She pushed Jace out, refusing to talk to him. So, color me pink that Blake is standing in front of me, let alone glaring up at me. No hint of fear in her eyes.

"Who are you trying to prove a point to? Jace? He might look like the knight in shining armor, but I can promise you, his mind is just as fucked up as mine. Yourself? Did someone hurt you that badly that you think by standing up to a big strong man will make you feel better?

You're not that big or strong, Blake signs back, rolling her eyes.

"Or trying to prove that point to me? Because listen, pet, you won't prove shit to me. You're nothing," I spit out. I stand with the tip of my boots touching her toes. "We all know you have daddy issues. Can I make you scream Daddy?"

Blake snaps in a second, pushing towards me. I see the knife right before she sinks it into my side. Grunting, I grab her wrist, twisting her around. "That wasn't very nice, pet." Wrapping one arm around her, I use my other to yank the knife out.

"I'm not sure where you keep getting these, but I have a feeling Jace has a supply for you." Tossing the knife to the side, I drag her up against my chest backing up towards my room. "I think I want to play with you now."

Blake throws her weight around, trying to get me to stop. I'm much bigger than her, not that she's even all that strong. Her struggling is futile and within a few seconds I'm slamming my bedroom door closed. Jace might think he's a light sleeper, but I know since I'm around he'll let himself fall into a deeper sleep.

Blake kicks her legs out, trying to knock me off my feet with each step. Her hands reach up, trying to slip their way into my mask.

"I wouldn't do that, I'm not sure I'd let you go once you've seen my face." It's a lie, but she doesn't need to know that. I'll simply just kill her. With the things I want to do to her, the ways I want to make her suffer, I don't think I could let her go back to her parents. All the psychos in her family would come after me. Not that I'm scared of them. I could just find another cabin like this and live.

Shoving Blake towards the bed, she bounces a few times before she snaps her head towards me, glowering. I rub my gloved hand over my jaw, tilting my head to the side, scanning over her body.

"You've got me curious, little pet, did you have daddy issues before or after whatever happened to you? Was it Daddy's fault?"

Blake shakes with anger, and her jaw tenses, biting down on her tongue. I feel her getting ready to explode. It makes my cock harden. I didn't plan to make her scream tonight, but the idea turns me on. It's been my mission since I saw her. I want her to open that pretty little mouth just before I shove my cock into her.

"Come on, tell me, does Daddy beat his little girl? Is that it? You must have Mommy issues too. I know she put that tracker in your arm. But fuck, I'm hard just thinking of all your issues. Maybe a guard, we all know how men around a who—"

Blake flies off the bed, a fiery little kitten. I smile as she crashes into me, a weak attempt to punch me. I like Blake like this, the fire, the raw emotions.

Grabbing her wrist, I twist her around until Blake's back is against my chest. She continues to struggle against my hold, her ass bumping against my cock. I know she feels me, but that doesn't deter her. Instead, she thrusts her ass harder against me.

"I think you're looking for a spanking," I mumble into her ear. I want to run my tongue across her face; the idea of wanting to taste her skin against my mouth has me almost ripping my mask off. I'm not entirely sure why the idea pops into my head, but I ignore it. I won't take my mask off now or later. "Did Daddy ever spank you?"

Blake tries to kick backward, but the bottom of her foot hits my shin. I grunt, tightening my grip around her waist. The pet has one hell of a kick, I'll give her that. But it only makes me laugh. The angrier she gets, the more she flails around trying her best to knock me down .

"It's okay, pet, I think it's time I spank that ass red. Maybe you'll learn your lesson to stop pushing me."

Shoving her down on the bed, I climb on top of her, one of my knees in her back while I yank her leggings and panties down. Blake struggles against my hold, twisting her head back to see what I'm doing.

"You know, the more you struggle the harder this will be on you." My eyes drop down to her pale ass. The first time I saw her naked I didn't get a clear view of her ass, but now, fuck, she's a sight. My mouth waters, and my tongue aches to be in her ass. I want to taste her pussy and violate her ass.

Reaching around, I place my gloved finger near her mouth. "Open," I order.

Blake stills, eyes snapping up to mine.

"I won't ask again, open your fucking mouth," I growl.

Blake slowly does as I tell her, barely opening her mouth. Rolling my eyes, I shove my finger into her mouth causing her to gag silently. Well, fuck. What will cause her to make a sound? I move my finger in and out of her mouth, fucking it slowly at first. Blake's mouth is warm and wet, and I ignore the protest, warning me not to take my glove off. Ripping my glove off, I toss it to the side. Moving my fingers around, the burns lining and covering my entire hand.

"Let them go!" I scream. I try to rip my hand from the handcuffs, but it does nothing. I can't do anything. No matter how much I try, it's no use. All I can do is watch and listen. I hear Grams crying, begging for them to let her go.

"He messed with the wrong people," Jack spits out at Grams.

"How could you?" I scream as they hold a gun to her head. "She raised you like her own, how could you do this?"

Jack turns towards me, laughing, waving his gun in Gram's face again. I can hear Laia screaming somewhere in the house, I just can't pinpoint it.

"I told you to leave it, why couldn't you?" Jack shakes his head.

He knew once I smelled the traitor in our unit, I wouldn't let it go. He knew that once I knew something was wrong, that there was someone going behind our backs, that I would find out who it was. I just never imagined it would be Jack. The man who came home with me from the military, the one who promised to look over my family.

"I'm going to kill you," I growled.

I'm brought back to the present as Blake wiggles her ass. Shaking my head, I shove my scarred finger into her mouth.

"Better make my finger slippery, it's the only lube you're getting," I warn. Blake's tongue curls around my finger, sucking like it's her damn job. Either she's excited to have my finger in her or she knows it's better to have more lube than not.

"Good girl," I praise. Pulling my finger from her mouth, I throw my leg over her back so I'm now straddling her lower back. Pulling her ass cheeks apart, Blake tenses, her legs beginning to kick around. I don't pay any mind. Instead, her asshole and pussy are like a beacon. Before my finger dries up anymore, I circle her hole and apply pressure before slipping my finger inside. I don't care if it hurts her or if she's uncomfortable. I twist my finger, pulling out before thrusting back in.

"I bet if I pulled my pants down you'd beg me to fuck your tight ass," I groan. Pulling my finger out, I add a second, scissoring her open. This wasn't my plan. Not that I even had one, to begin with.

I told her to stay away from me, but it's me. I'm the one unable to stay away from her.