Make You Beg

I can hear her struggle in the background. Her muffled scream and my heart races in my chest at how confused she must be. Why Scout isn’t helping her? “If you touch her …”

His laughter fills my car, and the sound makes my skin blister. Like hot fucking wax running over every inch of me. “Law, she’s my doll. I just let you borrow her. Or did you forget that?”

“Scout!” I growl, shifting in my seat.

“You can have her, of course, when I’m done with her.” He goes on. “That is, if I decide to give her up. She is fun to play with.”

I briefly close my eyes and let out a calming breath. He doesn’t really want her. He’s proven that by sharing her. No other man will touch what’s mine, and Henley Greene is one hundred percent fucking mine!

“What do you want?” I grind out, knowing he has a plan. And it’s not to just take her and fly off to some foreign country and sip umbrella drinks on a beach with her. No, his desires are much darker than that.

“Funny you should ask, Law.” He sighs heavily, like talking to me is putting him out. “I want to fight you.”

I snort. “Want me to kick your ass, Scout? I’m all for it. I’m ready. Let’s go.” I pass three cars on the highway, and they honk at me as I swerve across two lanes to make my exit.

“Graveyard.” He growls the single word.

“Name your price,” I add, trying to keep him on the phone longer, but I already know what it’s going to be—my doll.

“If I win, I get to keep her, of course,” he announces smugly.

“And she’ll be mine when I beat your ass?” I run a red stoplight, nearly hitting a truck.

“Essentially,” he says simply.

Dax and I glimpse at one another before I look back at the road. “Essentially?” I ask.

“Yeah, well, I can’t guarantee you’ll get her back the same as when I took her. You know how rough I like to play.”

I slam on my brakes to keep from hitting the back of a car that pulled out in front of me. My teeth grind, white-knuckling the steering wheel. “Listen …”

“No, you listen,” he snaps, and I press on the gas, taking my last right. “Don’t come looking for her, Law. You won’t find us. I’ll touch base with you in two days.”

“What?” I shout, my stomach dropping at those words. “Two days? SCOUT?” I scream his name.

“He’s hung up,” Dax states, ending the call on our end.

I speed down the dead-end road and slam on the brakes outside her gate. I get out, slamming my door, and walk up to it. We moved her to my house so her father didn’t have any staff here, which also meant no security guards. Henley came here to hide, but Scout knew it would be the perfect place to take her from. No protection.

“They’re gone.” Dax sighs, looking around everywhere my headlights illuminate.

I turn, looking down, and see her cell in the middle of the road. I bend down, pick it up, and grip it in my hand.

“We’ll get her,” Dax assures me, but I ignore him.

Spinning around, I look for anything to use. But nothing will tell me where they went. Where he’s taking her. Or what he plans on doing with her. “GODDAMMIT!”

CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

RYAN SCOUT

I READ THE text message from Brenda and look back over at the table. “What the fuck?” Where did Henley go? I got up so she wouldn’t see that I was talking to another woman.

Scanning the table, I notice that Derek is also MIA. Fucker, I didn’t want her taking that pill. She’ll be so fucked up. I wanted to squeeze in a fight tonight. I’m just waiting to hear back from Law to confirm it.

My cell goes off again, and I open it up.

Brenda: Heading to the chapel.

Me: On my way.

I’ll look for Henley on the way.

I make my way up to the chapel and walk inside, letting the doors close behind me. Brenda sits at the front pew and turns when she hears me walk in. “Hey, Ryan.” She calls me by my first name.

I don’t even waste time removing my jeans. I just unzip them and pull out my semi-hard dick. “Gotta make this quick.”

“What? Why?” She pouts.

“Because Henley ran off, and I have to find her.” This is why I didn’t feel like fucking Henley out on the lawn earlier. Brenda and I had already planned to meet up here at some point tonight.

She rolls her eyes. “I don’t know why you keep messing around with her.”

I shove her to her knees. “I have my reasons. Just like how you keep fucking around with Dax.”

She laughs lightly. “I love Dax.”

“Says the woman on her knees about to suck my dick.” I grab the base of my cock, ready to end this pointless conversation.