Piece by Piece (The Riggins Brothers #2) - Kaylee Ryan Page 0,82

he hauls me along behind him, only to feel another set of arms capture me from behind. “Hold still,” my mother scolds me.

“Just need a minute,” Don says. The next thing I know his hands are on my waist and he’s got my skirt around my ankles. “Fuck, the real thing is so much better,” he says. “Get a chair,” he tells my mother, as he slides his arms around me and pulls me close. He nips at my earlobe. “You fucked up, little girl. You should have given us what we wanted.” With that, he pushes me, and I fall into a hard chair. I’m guessing one from the dining room.

With his hands on my shoulders, he holds me to the chair while my mother ties my arms behind my back. “I’ll get the camera set up,” he tells her.

“Mom, please don’t do this.”

“You refuse to get me the money that I want, then I’ll take it. Your little moving stunt cost me a lot and I have people that I owe. I told you I would get it out of you one way or the other.” She tightens the rope so tight I can already feel the circulation being cut off on my wrists.

“It’s showtime,” Don says, standing before me. My eye is so swollen I can’t see out of it. With my one good eye, I see him advancing on me with the knife held out in front of him. That’s when I feel the rope tighten around my legs. “I’ve missed these,” Don says, taking the knife and cutting my bra in the middle. I feel the cups being torn from my breasts.

“Let’s get this over with before he gets home,” my mother says.

With a nasty grubby hand, Don cups my breast. All I can do is close my eyes as the tears once again begin to fall. I don’t know what I’ve done in life to deserve this, I just pray that I make it through it.

“Open.” I hear his gruff voice. I force my one eye open to find him standing over my lap with his dick in his hands. “Open,” he growls. My eyes slide close, which is why I don’t see the punch to my temple coming.

I sees stars, but I fight. Clamping my jaw shut as tight as I can, I breathe through the pain. I’ll bite him if he gets any closer. I swallow back the vomit that threatens to spew from my mouth.

“Fucking make her open,” Don tells my mother.

I feel her hands on my cheeks, the pain from her squeezing is like fire, but I fight her on it. I’m woozy from the hit, and all I want to do is succumb to the darkness that’s calling me, but I don’t. I fight to keep my mouth shut.

“Get the fuck away from her!” an all too familiar voice rings out.

Owen.

So many voices and pounding feet. I hear flesh hitting flesh, and a female scream. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t me. Then I hear his voice in my ear. “I’m here, baby. I’ve got you. We’re going to get you out of here.”

“Owen.” I’m able to croak out his name through my tears.

“I’m here, Layla. I’ve got you.” His voice cracks. “Call a fucking ambulance!” I hear him shout. “Stay with me, baby.”

“I-I love you. I-I told them no.” I need to explain it to him, but the pain is so unbearable and the darkness is calling. My pain is also blanketed with relief because Owen is here. He’s here and it’s over. They can’t hurt me anymore. He won’t let them.

“I love you too. Just stay with me, Layla. Help is on the way.”

I open my mouth to tell him I love him. To tell him that the sound of his voice is the best thing I’ve ever heard. I want to tell him that I’m sorry, that I never meant to bring evil into his life. I try to reply, to tell him everything, but darkness claims me.

Chapter 30

Owen

It’s been two long days sitting in this chair next to her hospital bed. I refuse to leave her side. Alice, that’s Layla’s mom, she and her partner, Don, were taken into custody. Alice sang like a canary claiming Don threatened her. The police didn’t buy it, but the police did manage to learn what was going on. Alice and Don had been filming Layla. She was just a preteen when it started. They followed her to Florida and