Philip had pushed a dildo into her ass. He saw the lube, and it looked like she’d been whipped with a belt as well. There were welts over her back and thighs. He watched as Axel pulled the dildo from her ass.
“Let me go. Please.” She tugged on the cuffs that bound her.
Axel looked toward him.
“Get her out of here.”
Axel released her from the bed and left the room.
Draven stared down at the mess and called his cleaning crew. Giving them the order over the phone, he went into the bathroom and cleaned the blood from his blade. Next, he removed his clothing, and as he left the bathroom, his men were already in the process of removing the body.
“Here, take this.” He tossed them his blood-soaked clothing, and went to his closet. After pulling on some clothes, he found Axel on the second floor, outside one of the guest bedrooms. “Why are you out here?”
“I wanted to give her some privacy.”
“Why?”
“She won’t stop crying.” Axel rubbed at his eyes. “Fuck, it reminds me of when we were younger. I know it’s fucked up, and she’s going to die. Just give me a fucking minute.”
Shaking his head, Draven entered the room. Harper was curled up on the floor. She looked a mess. Her hair was wet, and he figured she’d had a shower.
“Is that what your orders were? To have a man come and beat me? Rape me?”
“No. He was to assist you to the bathroom.”
“So none of your men listen to you. Good to know.”
“Philip has been dealt with. Get dressed.”
“Screw you.”
Draven smiled. “Even beaten and nearly raped, you still have a spine.”
“Do you know what he put in my ass?” she asked, lifting up from her spot on the carpet.
“It wasn’t his cock.”
“I can’t even believe you’re saying that.”
“What, you think you’re the only woman on the planet that has a cock in her ass? I’ve seen a woman take two in her ass, and it wasn’t even on porn either.”
“Huh?”
“You’ve heard of anal, right?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“You’ve never done it?”
“Of course not. It’s gross.”
He laughed. “Some women love it when a man fucks their ass.”
“I’m not having this conversation with you.”
“Get dressed,” he said.
“I don’t trust you. I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“I’m taking you someplace. Get dressed or I’ll send a man who will show you exactly how he fucks an ass.”
She got to her feet. “I don’t have any clothes.”
He went to one of the drawers. He kept spare clothes in every single room of the house.
Grabbing out a pair of sweatpants, he threw them at her, followed by a shirt.
“I’ll have your sneakers downstairs waiting for you.”
“What about underwear?”
“You don’t need it. The clothes I’ve given you are sufficient.” He left the bedroom, and Axel was there. “Bring her to the car when you’re done. You’re coming with us.”
“Where exactly are you taking her?” Axel asked.
“You wanted her to know the truth. I agree. It’s time she knew it as well. I’m taking her to Jett and Buck.”
“Now? After what she has just gone through?”
“Wow, you know, I wonder about you sometimes.”
“Come on, Draven. This isn’t about me. It’s about you and how you’re dealing with her being here. I saw the look on your face when you saw him. You may hate Harper right now, but there’s a part of you that still wants her.”
“You’re fucking clueless, Axel. I don’t want her. She’s going to be punished for what she did. Harper’s strong anyway. We got there in time.” He shrugged. “You don’t think she’s going to experience worse by the time we sell her? Come on, put on your big boy pants, and shut up moaning. It’s boring, and tedious, and I don’t have time for this.”
He turned on his heel, walking away.
“You’re sure you’re not going to regret this?”
Draven sighed and looked back at Axel. The scars on his face made him an ugly fucker.
“What am I going to regret?”
“Treating her like this? Pushing her aside. Selling her off? Killing her? You had feelings for her once.”
“Not anymore!” He yelled, silencing Axel. “This is one of the many reasons why I’m the boss and you just work for me. You’re way too emotional. Do you remember why we lost Buck? Jett? Do you remember why your face is scarred?”
Axel nodded his head.
“At every single turn, we were looking for her. Jett died because he was convinced Harper didn’t run, and his message is still unclear to me. He called me out of the blue and said he had reason to believe something wasn’t right, and he paid with a bullet to the head after being tortured for hours. You heard the autopsy report. Jett was alive while they tore him apart until finally putting a bullet in his head. Buck, he got it easy, didn’t he? One bullet, and where was I instead of helping him?”