Chapter 16

Lakeland

Leaning over the table I place a kiss to her cold forehead and hold there for a second with my eyes closed, committing this moment to my memory. Without anyone needing to say it, I know this will be the last time I will ever get to see my sister, this is the last memory I will have of her for the rest of my life. Pulling back and putting a couple inches of space between us, I rub the top of her head, her hair is dull and doesn't hold the shine it used to, her lips have a purplish tinge to them. Her skin is pale but it's the sight of the bruises that mar her beautiful face and collarbone that anger me the most.

I lift my gaze to Jerry and ask, "What was her cause of death?" He flicks his gaze to Knox. I growl drawing his attention back to me. "She is my sister, not his, now answer my damn question."

"Do it," comes from Knox.

Jerry nods. "Blunt force trauma to the head. She suffered many blows to the cranium which led to her death." I bite down on my lips to keep from sobbing. Rubbing the top of her head, I place another kiss to her cheek before whispering in her ear.

"Whatever I have to do, wherever I have to go, no matter how far or how long it takes, I swear to you I will find who did this to you, Riv. Thank you for always being my hero and saving me, even when I didn't know I needed saving. I love you, big sister," I choke out past the lump in my throat. Without waiting for the others, I pull away from my sister and march out of the room. I latch onto the anger inside me for my sister, my hero, when our mom died she took me under her wing and protected me. How our own father could allow this to happen to his own flesh and blood is something I will have to ask him before I send his ass back to hell.

I climb into the backseat of the car and wait for Knox and the others. I'm alone for a minute before I see the three of them stalking toward me but my attention is on Xander. A stabbing in the back of my head has me hissing.

I'll make sure he knows what you did tonight, you took the love of my life from me.

I gasp at the sound of Xander's voice inside my head. I cry out when the pain in my head explodes, then I feel hands on me but my vision is gone. I have a few seconds before I pass out. The pain inside me stalls when I feel lips on mine, I'm unable to lift my arms or even see who the fuck is kissing me. I feel a hand fist in my hair angling my head while another arm wraps around my waist and draws me in closer. It takes a minute before my vision slowly starts to clear, blinking a couple of times to focus.

My eyes widen at the sight of green eyes staring back at me. Knox doesn't stop kissing me, even when the car jolts forward. He shifts so I'm in his lap. Only then does he slowly draw back never taking his eyes off me, our breaths are rapid as we try to suck in air but confusion wars inside me.

"How did you stop me from passing out?" I whisper.

"What happened?" he counters. I nibble on my lip, debating if I should tell him or not but then I remember that he still doesn't believe me about not knowing him or his friends, that all me telling him would do is cause more doubt.

"I… I was overwhelmed." His gaze searches mine.

"You're lying."

"If you have the power to tell when I lie then you should know I'm telling you the truth about not knowing who the hell you or your friends are and I can tell you for certain I never harmed your sister." At the mention of his sister all the softness in his features disappears just as he tosses me off his lap and I land on the other side with a grunt.

"Not another fucking word out of you," he clips out. Crossing my arms over my chest, I slouch back in my seat and stare out the window. If he thinks not talking to them is a punishment, he is fucking mistaken! The drive to the air strip passes by in a blur, I'm too lost in my own thoughts. I refuse to be a pawn for Knox to use against my father, if I'm going to survive long enough to have a chance at living my own life, I need to make a break for it when we get to the US. Once we make it to the airstrip, Knox drags me out of the car and pushes my head down not allowing me to look around. On board he shoves me into a seat and fastens the belt across my lap while I glare daggers at the manhandling bastard.

"I can do it!" I snap when he keeps fumbling with the buckle.

"Shut the fuck up and sit your ass there. Don't fucking move." We're stuck in a glare off for a minute before his name is shouted from the front of the plane, forcing him to pull away and storm off in the other direction.

Fuck him!

I unfasten the belt and hop over to the next seat by the window and fasten the belt, then cross my arms over my chest and close my eyes. The sooner we land the sooner I can put a plan into motion and get the hell away from him and his heavy handedness. I don't care how breathtaking he is to look at, his asshole attitude makes him ugly. He's a pompous ass who thinks his word is above God himself. Seriously, who the fuck died and made him king. I cringe at the thought, that was low of me to think that considering I know he lost his sister. I feel bad for him I do but the fact remains that this whole situation is his fucking fault. If he hadn't come after us, River would still be alive, Colson wouldn't have been shot. I don't even know where Colson is or if he's okay, he probably thinks we abandoned him.

"I warned you," I hear him snarl but refuse to open my eyes until he yanks my arm. Snapping my eyes open a second too late, I see him handcuff me to him. I tug my arm hoping to get free but the bastard just smirks as he claims the seat beside me.

"Uncuff me right now!" I snap, not caring who hears.

"You disobeyed me. I warned you, Lakeland."

"I'm not a fucking child," I shout, his upper lip twitches as if he wants to snarl at me.

"No, you're just a pain in my fucking ass. Now shut the fuck up before you really piss me off."

I scoff but before I can answer, Taylan claims the seat opposite me and says. "Just because he"s good for your hole doesn"t mean he"s good for your soul." I balk at him as Knox growls at his best friend.

"Nothing about him is good for me," I grit out through clenched teeth. Knox scoffs so I add, "He's just trying to compensate for his little dick." Knox"s head snaps toward me so fast I swear I heard his neck crack. Taylan bursts out into hysterics across from us while I spy Xander sitting across from us shaking with silent laughter.

"She just used her sister's words against you," Taylan wheezes out through fits of laughter. Knox snakes his uncuffed hand out and grips the back of my neck in a bruising hold, drawing me as close to him as my seatbelt will allow.

"The next time you open that mouth of yours and utter a single fucking word, I'll be shoving my big cock in it to teach you a lesson." My face contorts in disgust.

"Fuck–" I only manage to get that word out before he's unclasping my belt and dragging me to my feet. I fight the fucker and plant my feet trying to stop him but he yanks on the wrist that is cuffed to him causing pain to shoot up my arm.

"Mr. Bronson we are about to take off," someone calls from behind us. I try not to look at the seats filled with his men who clearly know what he is trying to do to me, fuckers won't even help me!

"Get the fucking plane in the air," Knox calls back as we reach the back of the plane where he shoves open a door. I dig my heels in, refusing to go willingly. He steps inside and tugs on the fucking cuff again, yanking me forward and slamming the door closed behind us. It's then I notice we are in a bedroom. I try to move as far from him as I can, well as much as the fucking cuffs will allow me. "On your knees, now." His eyes are dark and filled with unconcealed loathing as he glares down at me.

"No." My reply only fuels his temper. He grips the tops of my shoulders and forces me down. I grunt when my knees make contact with the carpeted floor. I keep my mouth closed refusing to allow this to happen. Tears prick the backs of my eyes as he begins to unfasten his jeans.

"You're going to learn that I call the fucking shots around here." He pulls his cock free and it revolts me to see he's already hard. As if to shame me further, he taps the fucking thing against my lips. I snap at the fucking thing, trying to take a bite out of it but he jerks it away. He fists his hand in my hair and tugs on the strands to the point I cry out in pain, tears immediately springing to my eyes. Crouching down, he gets in my face, I keep my mouth shut. "You bite my cock or I feel your teeth at all, I'm going to cut you and use your blood as lubricant for your ass." My eyes widen in indignation bringing a smile to his face. "Hmm," He purrs as he licks a trail from the base of my neck to the shell of my ear. "I miss your ass, Lay. You came so hard every time I buried my cock deep in that ass." He sucks my lobe into his mouth, drawing a gasp from me.

"You're sick," I grit out. He releases my lobe only to bury his tongue inside my ear. I try to move away but he holds me in place with the grip on my hair.

"Please bite my cock just so I can bury it deep in your ass, I want every fucker out there hearing you scream my name as I fuck your tight ass raw." A shiver travels down my spine and I try to play it off as revolution, but the cocky smirk on his hideous face tells me he knows his words have hit their desired mark. "You're wet for me, aren't you?" I turn my face to the side, refusing to look at him. He yanks my hair, pulling another cry from me as I'm forced to face him. "If you weren't such a defiant pain in my fucking ass I would help you out with that ache between your thighs." As if his words have a direct line to my greedy pussy the bitch flutters, my treacherous pussy just fucking fluttered for him! "Hmm, I bet you have a pulse between your legs right now," he taunts as he rises.

Gripping his cock, he strokes himself twice groaning, pre-cum coating the head of his cock and I loathe to admit my mouth waters to taste him. Disgust rolls through me, I'm fucking sick. He manhandles me, degrades me, abuses me and here I am drenched and no doubt about to soak through the jeans I'm wearing.

"Open," he demands as he rubs the tip of his cock along my lips, coating them with his pre-cum. Without consent my tongue darts out and licks the tip of his cock, drawing a strangled hiss from him. "Open your mouth, Lay, you want this just as much as I do." Powerless to stop this from happening I open my mouth, preferring to suck his cock rather than having him destroy my ass. He slides inside my mouth groaning, hitting the back of my throat, causing me to gag but he doesn't pull back, forcing me to breathe through my nose. I feel the plane gaining speed and try to stabilize myself so I don't tip sideways. "Give me your hands." I dart my gaze to his, he nods toward his hands just as a moan slips free when I swallow around him.

I interlock my fingers with his, His hold on mine is tight as he widens his stance to balance better as the plane begins to take off. He draws almost all the way out before thrusting in again. I gag and sputter but he doesn't ease his thrusts as he continues to fuck my face. Spit drips down my chin, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes.

"Fuck yes, baby, take it like a good girl." Out of nowhere with no warning pain explodes inside my head.

You're my good girl aren't you, baby? Take my cock like a good girl.

Knox's voice booms inside my head, those words play on a loop until my vision is hazy and I know I'm about to pass out with his cock still in my mouth.