Chapter 29

29

Maddie

I 've just finished my shower and climbed into bed when my bedroom door softly opens and then closes again. I sit up in the darkness and easily recognize his shape and size.

"Eli?" I whisper. "You really do want Daddy to kill you."

"I wanted to see you," he replies.

"You wanted to try again for sex."

"That too," he says, and I can hear the grin in his voice, the rustling of his clothes coming off. He then peels the covers over me back or tries to. I clutch them to me.

"I can't. Not yet," I tell him.

"You miss him, I know. You feel like you would be cheating on him, right?" he says as he slips into my bed.

"Yes." I roll toward him, snuggling up to his warm, bare chest.

"But he would want this; Jordan would want us to fuck without him. I bet he's thinking about it right now…wherever he is."

"I...I…" I start to voice more objections when I catch the scent of leather, reminding me of Jordan. I lean my nose closer to his neck and chest to inhale there. "You sort of smell like him."

"Do I? Is that a good thing?"

"I don't know."

"You can pretend it's him inside you instead of me."

"You really wouldn't mind if I'm thinking about him during sex with you?"

"Not if you won't mind if I'm thinking about him too."

Laughing, I tell him, "That's so fucked up. We are messed up if we do this and both of us actually want to be with someone else."

"I want to be with you too, Maddie. You know that."

"But you miss him too?"

"Probably not as much as you miss him."

"I thought about you, our first time, that night and morning you watched me with Jordan."

"Did you really?" he asks, sounding surprised.

"I felt so guilty, but it felt so good…"

Eli's lips find mine in the darkness and then his palm is sliding up underneath my top, cupping my breast.

"Jordan doesn't have boobs," I whisper against his lips when I remove his palm.

"One of his many faults."

"He doesn't have any faults."

"Shut up and get into this." His free hand comes up and around my throat, squeezing until my limbs to go slack. "That a girl. Let me take you hard and fast like you like while you think about me and Jordan together. I would string him up in the basement and fuck his tight ass so hard."

"Think about…you two fucking?" I ask, grabbing for his wrist. "Why can't I be there with you?"

"So, you like the idea of a threesome? Both of us licking you, fucking you…fucking each other?"

"Yes," I whisper, and his fingers tighten around my throat. "I don't know if Jordan would touch you in front of me…but I would love it."

"Oh, you should tell him how wet you got when you watched me suck his dick or when you think about me fucking him."

With a pinch to my nipple that makes me gasp, Eli slips that hand down the front of my shorts and shoves two fingers inside of me. "And fuck, you get so wet when I choke you. I think you might be almost as fucked up as I am."

"Probably," I admit. "Do it again," I encourage him, covering his hand with my own to squeeze his fingers. "Just no bruises where Daddy can see them."

His fingers slide to the back of my neck where my hair will hide the marks. Then, I momentarily black out. When I'm gasping for air again, Eli is still thrusting his fingers inside of me, like he's been at it for a while based on his choppy breath and grunts.

"Welcome back," he says. "Now come for me before I choke you so long there's no coming back from it." He slams his fingers deep over and over again while his thumb rubs my clit.

I come apart and Eli withdraws his fingers from my depths and releases my throat to slide down my body. Tugging my bottoms down and off, his tongue quickly gets to work licking up the wetness between my legs. He slides one slick finger lower, and pushes it into my ass without any warning, making me whimper. "This is where I'm going to finish tonight," he says to me.

"It...it hurts," I tell him as his finger moves in and out.

"You just need more of my tongue. I could eat your pussy and Jordan's ass all night," he says as his mouth attacks my clit, making me forget what his fingers are doing. Two of them, maybe three are thrusting inside of me. I don't know and don't care since I'm coming on his tongue again and again.

Jordan

Eli doesn't just know how to torture people physically. His head games are no joke either.

After taking my virginity, riding me, blowing my fucking mind both times, he just walked away, as if everything hasn't changed.

Knowing he's probably in a soft bed with Maddie tonight while I'm down here alone with the person I hate the most in the world, now deceased, is also fucked up.

Eli knows it too. It's like he's waiting for me to bolt on him. Emotionally since I obviously can't do that physically. He's made sure of that by stringing me up and leaving me sitting half-naked on the floor where we fucked.

But I'm not going to run either way. There's nothing he can do to scare me. I just have to figure out how to convince him to let me free so I can try to face Maddie's father without dying, and then hope she wants to try having a relationship with both me and Eli.

Should be easy.

I'm once again telling Darren how much I loathe him when I hear the basement door open, followed by footsteps in the silent open space.

At least two sets of footsteps and whispered voices coming from the darkest part of the basement where the lights are still off.

"Why are you whispering?" I hear a woman ask. "It's not like Daddy and Vanessa will hear us down here even if I'm screaming at the top of my lungs."

"That's exactly what I want," a man replies, definitely not Eli. "I want you screaming so loud everyone in the casino hears you."

I have no clue who these people are coming down here to apparently fuck each other, but hopefully they'll help me out. Maybe I can even convince them to let me down.

"Hello!" I call out. When there's no response, only silence. I clear my dry throat and yell louder. " Helllloooo ? I know you're down here!"

"Who the fuck..." the guy trails off.

"Did Daddy order Eli to bring someone down here today?" the woman asks.

Ah, so they're also familiar with Eli and his work. Her "Daddy" must be Maddie's father, making her Maddie's half-sister.

"No. Not that I know of. We're leaving soon to go back to New York, so maybe he didn't think we needed to know."

"Nah. Dante would have mentioned if there was a rat or someone else who fucked him over, even if he just gave him to Eli to play with."

" Hi !" I yell louder. "My name is Jordan. Jordan Robertson." There's more silence for several seconds before the woman says, "Turn the rest of the lights on so we can at least see who we're talking to."

"But, Cassie, I really just wanted to fuck."

"You can wait a few minutes. I'll kill him myself if he doesn't shut up."

"Or…hear me out, we could just stuff something into his mouth, and leave him for Eli to deal with," the guy so helpfully suggests.

Okay, so maybe these two aren't going to help me.

The overhead lights flip on a row at a time, blinding my eyes that have only seen the pitch-black darkness for hours on end. When I'm able to see clearly, I find a redheaded woman and blond man staring down at me from six feet away.

"Hell-O," the redhead says with a grin as her eyes scan my half-naked body. My dick, that's what she scans.

"Hi," I reply with a friendly smile.

And either she's pregnant or she has a very obvious beer belly to otherwise be so young and lean.

"Cassie!" the man huffs before he's standing behind her, slapping his palm over her eyes.

"So, I would apologize for the nudity but it's not really my fault. My clothes are around here somewhere. I would be happy to put them back on if you free me." I rattle the hook and chains above my head as if that part wasn't obvious.

"Who are you?" the man asks.

"Looks like he's Eli's new toy," the redhead replies, eyes still covered. "The psycho does have great taste in men."

"You shut up and let me handle this or we'll go to the strip club and see how much you like me looking at naked women," the guy tells her.

"Fine," she huffs, shoulders visibly deflating. "Sorry. Pregnancy hormones have got me so strung out."

"And I'm going to give those hormones everything they need as soon as we figure this shit out," the guy tells her, giving her a kiss on the top of her head.

"So, let's all start over," I suggest. "My name is Jordan and I'm Eli's...friend, but I also came to Vegas for Maddie. Madison Salvato. Do you know her? By chance, do you have the same mobster daddy?"

"Did he just call her Maddie?" the redhead asks, Cassie I think he called her.

"How do you know Madison?" the guy questions me.

"Great! You know her too then?"

"Answer the question," he barks.

"Right, okay so Maddie and I spent the past year living together in Rockland. I thought she was my wife, that we got hitched here in Vegas after we met at the Alto Bar at Caesar's Palace. Ever been there? Great place. Anyway, we weren't actually married, and I didn't know she was the daughter of a mob boss. When she left, to keep the Savage Kings, that's my biker club, when she left to keep them from killing Eli for kidnapping me and murdering some assholes in town, I let her go, you know? And I thought it was the right decision at the time, but I've missed her like crazy. Eli too oddly enough. And then Maddie called me the other night, which is when I realized that she misses me too. Except, she told me not to call her back, and I knew she was full of shit, that she did want me to call her but didn't want her father to find out about me. So, I finally grew a pair and hopped on a plane to come see her and Eli. The guards snagged me as soon as I walked into the casino and brought me down here."

"Wow," the guy mutters.

"What day is it? I think I've been here a day or two."

"Jeez. He talks a lot," Cassie remarks.

"There was a lot to explain," I tell her. "So now will you let me down?"

"Should we call Eli to confirm all of this?" the guy asks.

"Nah. I think we should let him down," Cassie says cheerfully.

"I like you. I like her," I tell the man. "I mean, not like like her. She's obviously knocked up and I'm guessing it's yours. I just like how she thinks. She seems like a kind woman."

The man chuckles. "That's probably the first time anyone has ever said that about Cassie."

"Asshole!" she huffs as she reaches back to smack him in the side of the head. Then she says to me, "I'm Cass, Madison's sister."

"Right. Maddie never told me she had any sisters, but Eli did. He also told me that you all lost your moms too. Sorry about all that."

"I'm Cole, their stepbrother and Cass's husband," the guy explains.

"Oh. Nice to meet you. Now will you please let me down?"

"How do we actually know that anything you said was true? Just because you talk a mile a minute doesn't mean you're not a really good liar." Cole remarks.

"True. Um, let me think about that. How do I prove what I'm saying is true? You could ask Maddie, but I was really hoping to surprise her. Oh, look at my jacket! My leather cut has the Rockland, Virginia patch on it. Maddie told you that's where she spent the last year, right? With me?"

"She told Daddy and us that she was living with some private investigator and Eli claimed to have killed him."

"Ah, classic Maddie and Eli. They were trying to protect me, and to avoid starting a war with the Savage Kings since we're sort of a big deal on the East Coast."

"If you say so," she replies.

"I do."

"Who is the dead guy?" Cole asks, nodding his chin to Darren.

"Oh, he's nobody. At least not anymore. He used to be my mom's husband for like a few months until she caught us together and kicked him out. When I told Eli about what happened, he found him in South Carolina and had him brought to Vegas so he could like get revenge or whatever for me. I think it's his version of a dozen red roses or a candle lit dinner."

"Riiiight," the guy drawls before asking his wife, "What do you think, Cassie? Do you believe any of the many things he's said?"

"Yes," she thankfully agrees right away. "That was too much crazy shit for anyone to make up. And look at him." Gesturing with her arm to me, she says, "He's hot. Eli hasn't cut him up, which means he's got a thing for him. Hopefully he won't end up like Gavin, especially if Madison is like in love with him or whatever. Daddy won't be happy, though…"

"Maddie does love me," I tell them confidently. "At least I think she does. I wasn't sure after I found out all the lies she had told me, but now I know it was real, even if we kept secrets from each other. I would really like to see her."

"Why won't Eli let you see her? Why is he keeping you down here?" Cole asks.

"Because he's Eli," Cass answers for me. "Is Eli fucking Madison?" she asks me.

I start to say no comment, that she should ask her sister, but screw it. Honesty is the best policy here until I've got both feet on the ground, and my wrists are not hanging from the ceiling.

"Eli has fucked Maddie several times. He took her virginity before she left Vegas."

"I knew it!" Cass exclaims.

"He says they haven't hooked since they got back to Vegas, but he wants to."

Cass claps her hands as if excited. "As soon as he slipped and called her Maddie, I knew."

"Wait, Eli is the one who started calling her Maddie?" I ask.

"Yes."

"That's what she told me to call her when we met, except she told me it was short for Madalyn even though the night we met I thought she said Madison, but I was so damn drunk."

"Let's get him down," Cass says to her husband, grasping his arm. "This will be fun."

"You just like making drama," he mutters.

"The penthouse is so boring. We could all use a little excitement before we leave."

"Fine. I'll go along with this too. Only because you're pregnant and we can't fuck as loud as we want until he's out of here," Cole replies.

"Why can't you fuck as loud as you want in like your house or whatever?" I ask them.

"Because we're just visiting for the week and while we're here, we live with her father and my mother in the penthouse," Cole replies. "We come down here for a little more privacy and so we don't have to keep quiet."

"That makes sense," I agree. "And I'm really fucking glad you decided to come down here tonight. I'm not sure how long Eli was intending to keep me to himself. Or keep Maddie to himself."

"Dante is going to go ballistic," Cole says. "Where are the fucking keys to the handcuffs?" he asks as he rummages around the workbench.

"I can't wait to meet Maddie's dad," I tell them. "Hopefully when I have all my clothes on."

Flashing me a toothy grin when he comes over waving the keys, Cole says, "Cass is right. This is going to be so much fun."