Spicy (Bad Boy Rockers 2)

I find myself facing Drew with the stranger holding me against his chest, his erection pushing against my backside.

Drew walks closer and grabbing my wrists, ties them together with some ribbon he removes from his pocket. Drew then lifts my arms and the bastard behind me takes hold, holding them above my head.

Drew licks his lips. “Why, Callie? We’re meant to be together. Ever since we were kids, it’s always been you… Nevertheless, you’re going to pay for what you just did.” He rubs his crotch, then he’s on me and my shirt is ripped from neck to belly, exposing my breasts.

I open my mouth to scream for Reece, but nothing other than a whisper escapes. My tears, which have slowly been trickling down my face become a flood as he uses a knife to cut my bra between my breasts. My heart feels like it’s about to beat out of my chest with the frantic pace it’s beating.

“Beautiful,” Drew says as he bares my breasts. “By the time I’ve finished, you’re not going to remember what it felt like having him touching you, because all you’ll remember is me.” He puts his hands on my breasts and I still, not sure what he’s going to do next.

My neck hurts and so does my throat. My breathing is still irregular, but I try to calm myself down hoping that if I’m calm and don’t struggle he’ll forget where we are and hopefully Reece will come looking for me, and I pray to God, find me.

Drew leans in and puts his mouth over one of my breasts and starts to suck – hard. I cry out as tears continue to pour from my eyes, my throat feeling like needles of fire are stabbing inside. He doesn’t stop with the hard sucking when he starts abusing my other breast. It hurts so bad. He starts to bite my breast. Small bites all around causing shards of pain to stab my chest every time.

“What the fuck?” Reece roars seconds before Drew releases me and then flies back as Reece’s fists connects with his jaw.

I’m released and pushed toward someone else, who catches me and sits me down against the wall. “Stay there.”

Phoenix? I shake my head slightly, hearing things. Phoenix isn’t here. Is he? I fold in on myself, bringing my knees up to my chest. I wrap my arms around them, resting my chin on top. Focusing on Reece, I watch him beat the shit outta Drew before being pulled off him by some other guys. “Go to your girl,” I hear one of them say to him. Reece turns and looks for me, our eyes meet and my world freezes in time. All I see is my guy. I cry harder…then he’s here in front of me, crouching down to my level.

“God babe. I should never have left you. I should have gone to the restroom…”

I cover his mouth with my shaking hands. “This isn’t your fault,” I whisper.

He cusses and taking hold of my hands, quickly removes the ribbon that’s binding them together, while I continue to reassure him, by saying, “Neither of us gave a thought to him doing something here at the club when there’s so many people here.” I end up coughing, trying to catch my breath.

“Fuck, Callie. What did he do to you?” He takes his shirt off over his head and puts it over mine, but then doesn’t know how to continue.

“Help me up,” I croak.

“What’s wrong with your voice?” he asks taking my hands and pulling me up from the floor.

Not wanting to answer while Drew is only a few feet away I stay quiet as Reece looks down at my chest and cusses, “Motherfucker.” He clenches his jaw together almost painfully.

“Reece,” he meets my eyes, “please help cover me. The cops are here.”

He pulls the shirt down over my chest as I struggle to get out of my torn clothes. Reaching up inside the shirt he very gently slides the torn clothes down my arms before I slip them through the sleeves. “The cops will probably want these as evidence.” He caresses my shoulders and moves closer to my neck. I flinch. He pauses and tips my chin up to take a closer look. It’s subtle, but I feel the moment he realizes what happened to me. “Callie,” he gulps, “there’s bruising… Oh God! The fucker strangled you,” he says with tears in his eyes. “I’ll kill him.”

“No.” I wrap my arms around his waist and cringe when my chest comes into contact with his abs.

His hands start to caress up and down my back while slowly bringing me closer to him. “I’m not sure where to touch you without causing you more pain.”

I half cry and laugh into his chest knowing he’s going to lose it when he sees the marks that I know are covering my chest.

“I thought I heard Phoenix,” I mumble.

“You did,” he replies. “I’m not sure where he went.”

I’m really confused. “Why? How?” I don’t even know what I’m saying and the more I’m talking the more my throat hurts. I really need to shut up for once.

“He ended up telling Thalia that I’d come here for you and because she hasn’t heard anything from you in over a week, she apparently used some seduction technique of hers to get him to agree to bring her here.” He laughs. “Must have been something wicked because she turned as red as a lobster when he was retelling.” Reece pulls me even closer and squeezes me.

I yelp and jump back, thunking my head against the wall.

“Fuck, Callie. What the hell?” He rubs the back of my head. “Tell me what the fucker did?” He takes a deep breath. “Please.”

I’m sheltered by Reece looming over me, so pushing him back slightly, I lift the shirt over my chest, and wait for him to notice what must be my black and blue breast.

He sucks in a breath and starts to reach for me, but stopping, he starts backing away with his jaw locked and murder in his eyes.