Their Captive

I try to make sense of the words. Maybe I misinterpreted them, maybe he meant something else. It just can’t be. There must be some kind of explanation. My father told me all my life that I was his only reason to live. Why would he toss me away like garbage? Why would he protect me for so many years only to have his own men kill me? It makes no sense.

Has my life been nothing but a lie?

“We’ve shown you kindness that your father never showed our family. We didn’t beat you, or rape you despite what you think.” Wes speaks, frustration marring his features. “I want to show you a video. I want to show you the man that you think is your father. If you think this is as bad as it can get, then you have no idea. You being here with us now is your only chance at survival.”

“No.” I shake my head and get up from the couch. I’m not sure where I’ll go, but I don’t want to see anything or hear anything else. I need to digest all of this, come up with a logical reason for why this is happening. My father isn’t the man they’re making him out to be. I know it. They’re lying, they have to be.

“I don’t want to hear or see anything else. I just want to leave. Please, just let me go.” Tears form in my eyes. I feel broken, so damn broken like a broken doll, shattering into pieces.

“You can’t leave,” Wes tells me, standing up and moving in on me, as if he’s waiting for the moment when I make a run for it. As if I could escape… I open my mouth to respond, but I’m interrupted by the dinging of the elevator. It opens a moment later and Declan walks into the living room looking like he just ran a marathon.

Sweat drips down his face, and there seems to be a peacefulness in his eyes that I’ve never seen before. The darkness I’ve grown so accustomed to is still there, but he seems as if he’s got a clear head.

“I see your plan is working, she definitely looks like she is on board,” Declan says sarcastically.

On board?

“What plan? What is he talking about? What are you trying to get me to do?” I ask Trey and Wes who are both glaring at their brother.

“Go on, tell her your plan. I’m guessing she didn’t believe that her father wanted her dead?” Anger zings through me, burning fury pulses through my veins. I’ve endured so much at the hands of these three men, and now they’re fucking with my head.

“We were hoping you would help us to get to your father, help us take him down,” Wes admits and my mouth pops open in shock.

“You mean help you kill him? You are asking me to help you kill my father?” How stupid do they think I am? What makes them think I would ever agree to such a thing?

“You don’t know the things your father has done. You have no idea what kind of man he really is,” Trey tells me and all I want to do is cover my ears and stop listening to them.

I want to storm off, hide in my room and slam the door, but there is nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. I’m stuck here with these three men who have complete control over me, and I wonder how I’m ever going to get out of this.

Chapter Twelve

Trey

“I want to leave,” she says, looking me right in the eyes. It’s as if she knows I won’t let anything bad happen to her, and I hate that weakness, hate the hold she has on me. But if she thinks batting her eyes at me is going to get her out of this mess, she’s horribly wrong. I can’t help her, no one can. We’re in this together.

“I’ll put a bullet between your eyes before I allow that.” Declan’s deep voice vibrates through the room.

“You’ve wanted me dead since the moment you kidnapped me, so I suppose you’re going to get your wish, but not before you got your dick wet, right?”

Her blue eyes blaze with fury as she walks over to him. She cranes her neck to look up at him and part of me wants to reach out and grab her, to stop her from pushing him. He’s not on board with keeping her, he doesn’t trust her. All she’s going to do is push him until he breaks and I don’t want to see her get hurt.

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t want it,” Declan says, looking more amused than pissed off, which relaxes me a bit. She can be glad he just worked out. “You think I didn’t hear you moan and feel your pussy clench down on my cock while I was fucking you? Maybe you should watch that video, you can see for yourself what a whore you are…”