I look at my dad and show him my pain, making him flinch, and I remind him, “For ten years, Hayden hasn’t managed to gain over eight men in his pathetic group. Every alleyway he chose to deal drugs in and make his deals, his men were found dead, heads caved in.”
“Shit, Raya’s been killing his men over the years,” Blade mutters, and my tears fall as the church door slams open before the women, Lake, Luna, Skylar, and my sister rush in.
“What’s happened?” my sister demands, “I know this has to be about Ray –”
Her words cut off, seeing me as we lock eyes, and she shakes her head and chokes, “No, she wouldn’t, she promised…” Already understanding what has happened, what her friend was doing, and why she pushed her away so easily after my fuck up.
Raya was protecting my sister and the girls.
Ivy’s tears fall as she lets out a sob, and Psycho quickly rushes over to his wife and takes her in his arms. My eyes go to the screen when Fury asks, “Does Gregory know she’s studying family law?”
I read what he’s read, and I can’t even show a little bit of pride because my eyes keep going to her medical report while my sister wails with fear for her friend.
“Find her Venom, find our girl!” Sky demands with a sob, “I saw what happened, I killed the man who was assaulting her while she was barely breathing, that is why mama got involved, I called her, pleading for her help, please Cale.” I look at Skylar, shocked by her confession, and she pleads, “Find her.”
Allowing my tears to fall in front of the women, I nod, knowing I won’t rest until I find her, until I kill every mother fucker that dares to touch what is mine. I’ll help her get her revenge that she desperately wanted over the years.
If Hayden has my girl, he won’t see it coming. I’ll slice his neck before he can even say boo because one way or another, I’m getting my girl back, and I’m never going to let her go again.
Chapter 22
Raya – Four Days Later
“Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around my cock, no wonder Venom keeps you around,” Hayden grunts from behind, one of his clammy hands gripping my sore, bruised, cut hip that I’m pretty sure is infected. While the other hand pushes my head into the old bed while he thrusts in and out of me, tearing my walls yet again.
Twenty, that is how many times he’s stabbed a knife in my side and hips, how many times he’s raped me since I woke up in my best friend's old bedroom.
I don’t know if this is an ‘f-you’ to Ivy for not marrying him and giving him that in with the club, but what I do know is that Clara had a hand in this.
Hayden moans and thrusts faster, making bile rise yet again despite my stomach being empty.
I’m not sure how long I’ve been here, but I’m sure of how many times he’s been inside me, tearing me bit by bit, making me want to kill myself. But alas, the jackass ties me up every single day after he finishes with me, so taking the easy way out isn’t an option.
Every day he forces me to take the pill, well, I say force lightly, more like I swallow it willingly, knowing what it is.
He doesn’t want a child, but he doesn’t care if he gives me an STD. He screws me raw, ensuring to inflict as much pain as possible before leaving me alone, tied to a bed, naked and dirty, leaving me alone with nothing but my thoughts.
For hours, Cale would come to mind, the regrets in not telling him over the years why I was so shy around him. Then, I would realize we’ll never have a chance to see if we could work.
Even if I do survive this, I won’t want anyone touching me ever again.
I feel dirty, like filth, and honestly, I don’t know how Luna coped with this every day for all of her teenage life because I want to die.
Ivy made appearances in mind, as well as Hudson’s little smile, Tate’s giggle, the twins' cute way they scrunch their noses in sync, and then baby Grace. Guilt consumes me for not keeping my promise to stop my revenge, for allowing it to control my life.
Mama, Gregory, none of them will ever forgive me for this, for allowing this to happen when I promised to walk away.
Hayden moans again, louder this time, sending disgusted shivers down my spine before sharp shooting pains hit, and I know he’s digging his knife into my back again and some bile comes out at the corner of my mouth.
He’d open the scar on the second night here, the same night he tore my chain from around my neck, and after that, time just went away, and I lost count of how long I’ve been here. The pain was the only thing I could focus on.
It feels like years, but it can’t be any longer than a week and honestly, I've lost all hope in Cale finding me.
He’s probably happy I’m gone, they all probably are, finally getting what they want – me away from Ivy.
Damn, here come the negative thoughts again.
Hayden thrusts one more time, his disgusting dick feeling so goddamn wrong inside me before he stills, emptying himself inside me, moaning, “I think I’ll keep you for longer, Clara will just have to get used to you being my side piece.”
