Redeemed: Bad Blooded Rebel Series #4 (5 page)

I
barely registered when the cab stopped outside a grungy motel. Scott forced me
out of the cab and I slowly got out. He threw some money at the driver and then
pushed me forward. He moved us toward the front door of the motel and through
the lobby. The knife was still at my back, hidden from any guests that might
see it and call for help. As soon as we were out of the lobby, we reached the
door of Scott’s motel room. He put the key into the door. Once he unlocked the
room, he shoved me inside.

I
don’t know what it was but I felt something strong in that moment. Something
that made me stop dead in my tracks…
survival
. Ryder’s energy must have
found me and was trying to tell me to fight.

“Get
in there!” he shouted, still holding the knife to my back. I felt like I was
going to faint but I held on to myself and forced myself to stay conscious. I
knew that Scott if I passed out, Scott would be able to do what he wanted
without me being able to fight back. If I owed Ryder anything out of all of
this, it was to fight for my life since he no longer could. There was no way I
was going to make it that easy for Scott.

Once
we were inside, he shut and locked the door then gave me a hard shove that sent
me tumbling onto the bed. He then looked at me with a terrifying smile on his
face. “Alone at last.”

“Why
did you do this to him, Scott?” I whimpered, the first time I’d been able to
form words since I was taken from Shadow. “This was about me and how angry you
are that we aren’t together anymore, not about him. Why did you have to kill
him? Why are you throwing everything away on a woman that doesn’t want you? You
have to know that this won’t end well.”

A
crazy smile crept across his face that sent a chill shiver down my spine. He
put the knife in his back pocket and calmly, he said, “Oh it’s going to end
just the way I planned. We are supposed to be together Everleigh, can’t you see
that? These past three years apart have just been a little hiccup in our
relationship.”

“A
hiccup? Are you really that delusional?” I asked, unable to stop the tears
rolling down my cheeks. They just wouldn’t stop and it was becoming difficult
to see anything through them.

“You
are the one that’s delusional, baby girl. We are meant to be together. I’ve
waited patiently for three years for you to see that but when you met that
piece of trash rocker I knew that our time apart was over. Clearly you needed
reminding of what we shared and that he’s not the one for you.”

“And
your way of reminding me was to kill the man I love and kidnap me at
knifepoint?” I cried. My legs drew together and as my ankles touched I felt
something hard inside my boot…oh my God, the gun! In all of the commotion I had
completely forgotten that I had it tucked inside my boot. I thanked Ryder in
that moment for being an alpha male and insisting that I take it with me.
Because of his persistence he’d provided me with a way to fight my way out of
this nightmare. If I could only reach inside my boot and get it…

“Well,
after the restraining orders you two filed against me back in Indiana and here
in New York I couldn’t exactly walk up to you, now could I? I had to take
drastic action,” he said, as calmly as if we were sitting and having tea, not
hiding out in this motel room.

I
cried harder as I thought of Ryder lying lifeless in the night club. He must be
lying all alone on the dirty floor right now, dead and cold. Had anyone even
found him yet? “Scott, you know someone will find me. Even though you killed
Ryder,” I choked out, the words slicing my heart and draining the life out of
me, “the rest of the guys are on alert as well as their bodyguards. If you let
me go now I’ll make sure no one hurts you and you get the help you need.”
Keep
him calm…

Scott
went from calm and cool to blistering mad in a matter of seconds. He moved over
to the bed and grabbed my arms, pulling me up to face him. “I don’t need help,
Everleigh. I need you! I don’t give a fuck that they are looking for you
because they won’t find you. Do you think I’m an idiot? This room isn’t even in
my name so even when they realize you are gone they can search for hours and no
one will ever find us. I have plenty of time to make you mine again,” he said
angrily.

Before
I could even try to struggle his mouth crashed roughly on mine and he forced
his tongue inside. He tasted like stale cheap beer and I fought back the urge
to vomit, afraid if I did he would hurt me even worse. “P-please don’t,” I
said, gasping for air.

“Mmm,
God you taste so good,” he said, and pulled my mouth back to his. He was
gripping me so tight that I could barely breathe. As I felt his hand move lower
and his finger pull up the bottom of my skirt I knew that I had to form a plan
quickly and kick start it now.

Keeping
my cool as best as I could, I turned off my fear and gave into the kiss momentarily,
sensually biting his lip. Groaning, he said, “Yes. There you are, baby girl.
I’ve missed you.” He played with my hair as I took a breath to calm myself.

“I-I’ve
missed you too,” I lied.

“What
made you kiss me back? You’ve been fighting this pretty hard but now all of a
sudden you give in. Why?”

Continuing
my act, I said, “It was your kiss. I didn’t know how much I’d missed it until
now.” I was breathless with fear but he must have bought my act and mistook my
terror for desire.

He
smiled wickedly at me and backed me up until we reached the bed again. “I told
you, didn’t I? If I could just get my hands on you again I’d make you forget
all about that prick you’ve been fucking while we were apart. I forgive you,
Everleigh, but unfortunately you letting another man fuck you can’t go
unpunished.”

I
swallowed hard and my eyes went wide. “Unpunished? W-what do you mean? You
wouldn’t hurt me, would you, baby?” I asked, fighting the rising bile as I
forced myself to sound like a seductive lover.

He
cocked his head to the side and licked his lips. “Well, I can’t have you
humiliate me publicly by letting that rocker repeatedly put his dick in your
pussy…no,
my
pussy, and just let that go. You disobeyed me and you need
to pay for it. He already has,” he laughed maniacally and grief threatened to
choke me.

“What
are you going to do?” I asked, fear like I’ve never felt crippling me almost to
the point of paralysis.
Stay strong, Everleigh, for Ryder. Keep Scott
calm…you can do that.

“Well,
I need to remind you that this pussy,” he said, running his free hand along the
front of my skirt, “is
mine
. Only my cock is allowed to fuck you,
understand?”

I
nodded and I fought back a tear that was threatening to escape. “I understand.”

Out
of nowhere I felt Scott’s fist connect with my face and I felt like my eye was
going to explode out of its socket. The tears I was holding back were now
pouring down my cheeks again and I barely had time to think before I felt a
blow to my mouth and I instantly tasted blood. “Tell me, Everleigh! Tell me
that this is my pussy!” he said, violently grabbing me between my legs. He slid
his fingers into my panties and forcefully thrust two fingers inside me.

“This
is yours,” I choked out, feeling terrified and ashamed.
Please hang in there
Everleigh…you can do this.

“Tell
me that only my cock is allowed in here!” he shouted.

“Only
you, Scott. I promise,” I said, my voice quivering.

“Tell
me you want me to fuck you again!” he yelled.

I
gripped his shirt with my hand and pulled him to me as I would have if it were
Ryder standing before me. I had to convince him that I really wanted him so
he’d let his guard down for just a split second. “I want you to fuck me again,”
I said, barely able to get the words out.

His
face lit up with malicious intent. “And I will. I’m going to punish you and
then fuck you like the naughty girl you’ve been. But first,” he paused,
thankfully pulling his hand away from me, “I’m going to make you wait a little
longer. I want you to strip for me.”

My
heart skipped a beat…this was it. This was my chance to get the gun out of my
boot. I sniffed and wiped the tears from my cheeks. Taking another deep breath,
I said, “Whatever you want.”

Giving
me a hard kiss, he backed away from me and walked to the chair by the wall.
Sitting in it, he crossed his legs at the ankles and said, “Well, get going.
Lose the shirt. I want to see your tits first.”

I
smiled as best as I could but inside I was shaken and terrified. I tried to
hide my shaking hands as I found the bottom of my sequined top and I lifted it
up. Soon it was off and I stood before him in my bra and my skirt.

He
grabbed his crotch and shifted it. “Fuck yeah,” he groaned. “Take the bra off
next.”

Breathe, Everleigh, just breathe. You can do this
… I fought back another wave of
tears as I unclasped my bra and slowly slid it off my shoulders, revealing my
breasts to the predatory sociopath in front of me.

“Yes,”
he hissed out. “God I can’t wait to suck those tits and come all over them. Now
I want you to bend over and take those sexy boots off.”

My
heart rate sped up faster. No time to back down now. This was when I took back
my freedom and saved myself.

I
bent down and unzipped the side of the boot without the gun. I didn’t want to
tip him off so when I took it off I looked back over my shoulder and I winked
at him. As soon as it was off, I started to slide down the next boot.

As
the zipper reached the bottom, I felt the cool steel of the gun resting against
my ankle. I didn’t stop to think as I gripped it and slowly pulled it out of my
boot, sliding my index finger in front of the trigger, readying myself for
whatever I might have to do. Gripping the gun in my shaking hand, I heard Scott
say, “Hurry up baby, let’s get this moving so I can fuck the shit out of you.”

Still
leaning over, I started to feel more brave and I said calmly, “Well, Scott, I’m
afraid I’m about to disappoint you again.”

“What
the hell are you talking about?” he said angrily.

Feeling
my adrenaline surge like never before, I quickly stood and turned to face him
and pointed the gun right at him. “I’m
talking
about the fact that you
will never get your disgusting hands on me ever again, mother fucker!” I
screamed, holding the gun surprisingly steady.

After
the initial shock wore off, he cocked his head and laughed at me. “You really
think you have the balls to shoot me, you fucking bitch?”

“Try
me,” I said through gritted teeth.

He
stood and took a step toward me as if he didn’t have a care in the world…as if
the woman he just punched and tried to assault wasn’t holding a gun pointed at
him. “Well, I do have to hand it to you, Everleigh. You were able to take me by
surprise. Too bad I’m going to kill you for this,” he said, malice etched in
his face.

“Not
if I kill you first,” I said, holding the gun as steady as possible as my hands
were now starting to shake.

Taking
another step he said, “You’re not going to kill me. You’re too much of a
chicken shit to pull the trigger and we both know that. We could have had
something special, Everleigh, but now you’ve fucked all of that up by thinking
you were some brave little bitch and trying to hold me at gunpoint.”

“Um,
I’m not
trying
to hold you at gunpoint, you stupid asshole. I actually
am and if you take another step toward me I will fire the gun. That’s a
promise.”

He
stopped and let out a maniacal laugh. “I’m going to have fun gutting you after
I get one last fuck in. You fucked up bad this time, baby girl. Once I get the
gun from you, I’m going to beat the hell out of you so you can’t fight me off
anymore and you are going to lie there on the bed in pain while I fuck you
however I want to.

“I’m
going to fuck that pussy, your mouth, and that tight little asshole of yours
before you beg for me to kill you. When I’ve had my fill you’re going to look
into my eyes and they will be the last thing you see as I slit your throat and
watch you die,” he said, his voice becoming a terrifying growl.

He
was going to kill me if I didn’t fire now…but I was scared. I just couldn’t do
it. “Scott, stay where you are or I will shoot you where you stand, I swear to
God!” I yelled.

He
pulled the knife out of his back pocket and flicked it up. “Last chance,
Everleigh. If you give me the gun I’ll make this quick for you.” Taking one
more step closer to me I readied myself to shoot him.

“Don’t
make me to this, Scott. I don’t want to hurt you,” I pleaded, still hoping
against hope that this ending would be different.

“And
that’s what makes you a weak bitch, Everleigh. You know what would be fun?
After I kill you I might go after your friend Danni or that Jessie girl or
hell, the guitar player’s sister. That hot little blonde...what was her name
again? Sadie? I bet they will be fun to torture and fuck just like I’m going to
do to you.”

A
tear rolled down my cheek and I begged one last time, “Please. Don’t do this.”
I gripped the gun tighter and when he took another step he was only about four
feet away from me.