hate with every fiber of your fucking used body, how she’s going to beg for my dick as that prick, Fitzgerald listens while I split his bitch into two.”
I think my jaw is somewhere on the floor as I watch him drop down on top of Kristine who’s screaming and crying, trying to push him off.
“No!” I scream. “Leave her alone!”
He spreads her legs and rams into her like she’s a fucking rag doll!
“No!” I scream, tears falling down my face as I watch helplessly, tied to this fucking bed as Kristine gets abused, the little light of hope she had before fading right before my eyes. And to think just now I had to convince her that she doesn’t deserve this, that there’s a way out and now, this? “Please stop.”
He doesn’t stop.
He growls above Kristine screams.
I feel the bile rising up my throat.
Kristine’s scream pierces the warehouse and I watch in horror as water pools on the floor where she is, and I know immediately.
“My water!” she cries. “My water just broke, please stop!”
But Sean doesn’t stop. In fact, he throws his head back and growls, sickening me to the stomach. I start screaming at him, louder than before, feeling like I’m about to lose consciousness.
“Get off her!” I scream on the top of my lungs! “Her water just broke, she needs help!”
He doesn’t stop. In fact, I think Kristine cries and the way she’s fighting, combined with my screams spurs the fucker on. Shane is recording it all, a fucking smirk on his face. Then he glances at me.
“I want to make you squirt,” he says above Kristine’s screams
“My baby!” Kristine sobs, pushing at Sean’s chest, trying to get him off her but he pins her down, animalistic look in his face. “My baby is coming, please stop.”
Her cries break something in me. The distress on her face, the pain in my chest, it’s all too much to bear. I can feel the tears streaming down my face, but I can’t stop shouting at Sean to get off her.
“I’m coming!” Sean roars disgustingly. “Fuck yeah!”
I can’t hold it in anymore. Quickly flipping onto my side as best as I can, I angle for the floor but don’t really quite make is as I retch my insides out as an inhumane scream sounds in the background.
Chapter Thirteen
Julian
In the tense silence of the car, my phone lights up with a new text and then a new media file sent.
Without even opening it, I already know whatever it is, will enrage me to hell and back.
I’m already undone and the more I think about Mia at the unreliable mercy of the assholes who abused and led their own sister to commit suicide in front of me, the more I fucking loathe myself.
“Don’t open it,” Cole mutters silently, sitting in the passenger seat ready for anything, looking around for something out the fucking window.
“I’m waiting for a fucking text.”
“Looks to me like you’re expecting another taunt from that asshole,” he growls unhappily.
“I’ve already been taunted to my fucking wits end, at this point there’s only one thing left to do.”
Silence.
“You know he’ll be waiting.”
“I know.”
“With a fucking medieval plan already in play.”
“I’m counting on it.”
Silence. This time, it’s heavy and I already know what he’s thinking.
But to his fucking credit, Cole doesn’t speak up or ask me if I’m really going to do it. He already knows.
“Man, I swear, some parents though…” he grits out, the words laced with repressed anger. “Some fucking parents.”
“They’re not parents,” I mutter, the blood in my veins boiling. When I get my hands on Nathan, I swear to God.
“They’re fucking monsters that should be boiled in fucking tar and drown in boiling paint.”
Silence.
“What happened?” I ask instead.
“Your father is going to kill his brother.”
I’m not opposed to that plan, so I don’t fucking give a damn.
“And your mother—” I growl. “—I mean, Courtney, she was knocked out cold by Nicky before she went batshit crazy at John. That’s all I got before I fucking tracked you, anyway.”
Nicky and John, that’s another fucking mysterious piece of the fucking puzzle that still makes no sense to me.
“What did Courtney mean?” Cole starts after a moment. “About Aiden. What did she mean?”
I stay silent. He gets the message.
“Okay, fine. What do you think that fucking party those bastards threw was for then?” Cole questions after a while of tense silence, his leg tapping on the hard floor of the SUV, his only tell of nervousness.
“Why do you ask?