Sweetest Torture (Sweetest Kill Book 2) (2 page)

Because being in this room. This
situation with me strapped to a chair tells me that shit is very bad. And I am
not likely to be let go anytime soon.

Or at all.

I learn throughout the day or
evening that the man who is with Dean is named Marco.

Dean won’t talk to me. But he talks
to Marco.

He has only looked at me a few
times, and the look on his face makes me hurt.

Marco on the other hand, looks at
me often.

Which any other time would make any
girl feel good.

But considering these two men have
kidnapped me, it’s not a good thing and nothing to feel flattered over.

My gag is not removed. Marco tried
to take it off, but Dean refused.

Marco left for a while, leaving
Dean and I alone.

He still wouldn’t look at me, wouldn’t
talk to me.

He read his newspaper, he texted on
his phone.

All the while pretending I wasn’t
there.

I don’t feel well. The need to
throw up is still so present it’s making my head spin I feel so sick.

But I don’t want to let Dean know
that I am as afraid as I am.

He looks at me briefly as if he can
hear my thoughts.

Just lifting his eyes from his
paper.

I look down quickly when they stay
trained on me for several moments.

I can feel the tears welling in my
eyes.

I can’t cry. I will not cry. I can’t
give him another piece of myself like that.

I hear the sound of a wooden chair
scraping backwards against the cement floor.

I want so badly to look up, maybe
he is leaving. Once he’s gone maybe I can find a way to get free.

The thoughts wash away quickly when
I feel him brush the pads of his fingers against my face.

He grabs my chin, forcing me to
look up at him.

His blue eyes look darker. No
longer blue like the ocean. They now look angry and sinister.

“You fucking lied to me.” He
whispers. There’s pain in his voice.

 I shake my head no.

“You have no idea what you have
done to me. It was all for fucking nothing.”

I just look at him.

“I never had anything that could
hurt me, not until you. And you blew it all up. Now I have no idea what I am
going to do with you.”

What is he talking about what did I
ruin?

I make a noise, trying to get his
attention, to remove the gag

All he does is laugh, and then he
grabs the back of my hair into a tight fist, pulling my head back.

“Go ahead and make your noises
Olivia, no one is going to help you. You want me to feel bad. It aint happening
darlin ’ you fucked over the wrong guy.”

How did I fuck
him
over?

I pull my head away from his grasp,
my eyes trained on him but narrowed. If he isn’t going to give me straight
sentences then I don’t want him touching me

“Yeah, show me how tough you are
Liv.  You sure have everyone fooled with the good girl act, you are a fighter
and a whore. Who knew?”

There is the sound of a heavy metal
door slamming shut down on the other end of the room.

Dean steps away from me quickly,
straightening his vest and pants giving me one last dirty look “jokes on me huh
buttercup?”

He walks back to his chair and sits
down, folding the newspaper open to the next section.

Marco went for food. He has 3
different meals. One for him, one for Dean and I assume the other is for me but
Dean won’t let him give it to me yet.

“She doesn’t need to eat just yet.”

Marco looks at Dean, “boss, she
needs to eat she’s -“

“I know what the fuck she is.” He
yells, cutting Marco off.

Marco looks at me clearly
uncomfortable.

I’m what? A prisoner. Yeah let’s
not feed the prisoner on top of everything else.

I mumble something under my breath.
I know they can’t understand me.

Marco snaps his head looking at me
with warning in his eyes.

Dean looks at me too

His hands are at his side,
clenching into fists.

I close my eyes, gently shaking my
head as I do.

I can’t believe that I fell in love
with this man. Was I just in a rush to love and feel loved?

Dean didn’t love me, he never told
me. It was always dodged. I guess hind sight really is a bitch in situations
such as this.

We spent months together, we had
sex, but none of it was real for him.

It was very real for me, and looking
at this man hurt too much. I feel that rejection and now this fear of
uncertainty it is way too much.

The chair scrapes again against the
cement floor, but this time there is a smashing noise as I look up to see that
Dean has flipped the table over and away from Marco.

“Don’t you ever say that to me again.
It’s not fucking possible” He shouts at him.

I didn’t hear Marco say anything,
but clearly he did because Marco looks at me and then back to Dean and says
“You know best boss, I’m just trying to make you feel better.”

Dean looks down at the table, my lunch
has been destroyed beneath the broken glasses and dirt on the floor.

“I shouldn’t feel anything, this is
exactly why. For the first time in my whole life, I went against all my
training and all the wise words of my dad and this shit happens.”

Marco stands to start cleaning up
the mess.

“Clean this up and find her
something to eat, I’ll be back a bit later. I have a date with a hot chick.”

His last words are directed at me.
He watches my face for a reaction.

His words hurt, which I know plays
on my face, because his smile grows.

He can sleep with whoever he wants.
There wasn’t an emotional connection on his part.

But the fact that he could rub it
in my face that way. When we had sex the night before. I think that is what
makes all of this so much worse.

Dean walks up to me, he runs a hand
along my collar bone “Such a shame.” He leans in so Marco is unable to hear him
“I wonder if she’ll fuck as good as you, what you think?”

I forcefully pull my head away from
him causing him to laugh, he strolls out the door without another look my way.

Marco doesn’t say anything or
really look my way while he cleans up the mess that Dean created when he threw
his fit.

He picks up each shard of glass

He’s mumbling, but it’s Spanish. I
only pick up on a few curse words that I learned in high school from a girl in
my class. He’s not happy about what happened with Dean

I wouldn’t be either if my “boss”
flipped a table over and then freaked out on me. Whatever was going on with the
two of them involved me obviously, but this whole situation was new to me and
none of it was making sense.

Marco leaves for about an hour. I
hear several deadbolts lock as soon as he leaves the room which immediately dashes
any hopes I have of escaping.

When he returns, he carries two
bags of food and a huge duffle bag.

“Dean is going to kill me, but I
figured you might want to shower and get dressed before you eat.”

I nod my in agreement.

“I can’t let you go, we are in a
really secure building, so if you manage to escape it won’t last long. I am
doing you a favor letting you roam around down here but you can’t take off.

Another nod.

He slowly walks up to me and cuts
the rope that binds my arms and legs. When he is finished he moves to remove
the piece of fabric that has been in my mouth.

“Is he coming back soon?” I
whisper. My voice feels horse my throat aches.

Marco scoffs “Naw, he has about 3
girls lined up for the evening.”

I try and ignore the pang of
sadness that creeps up.

“Oh.” I barely mumble

He looks at me confused “this is what
you wanted, yes?”

“You mean to fall in love with a
guy and have him kidnap me, of course! This is my wildest dreams come true.”

He frowns at my sarcasm “No, to get
Dean to move on.”

“Are we really going to chat about
Dean and me? He’s a hit man who is going to kill me. I didn’t do anything. Well
I fell in love with him, but that was just a bonus feature to his little
scene.” I laugh, but it’s not with humor. It is filled with an emotion that
makes me fear I am going to crack on the spot.

“It’s funny to him right? I mean,
he got what he wanted. I fell for him, he got close when is he going to just
kill me and get it over with?”

Marco pulls me so that I am
standing, I am slightly wobbly on my legs from the hours being strapped to the
chair.

“If he wanted you really dead, he
would have killed you the very second you let him into your house when he was
nothing more than a stranger with a deceiving smile.” He explains.

I gasp.

“You mean he was supposed to kill
me that day?” I ask

“Yup. He knew who you were Olivia.”

“None of it was real.” I murmur
“can I take that shower now?”

“Sure.” His face brightens. This
guy seems a little too nice to be someone who works for a man who kills people
for a living.

He leads me to a huge remodeled
bathroom with a giant bathtub and shower. He reaches into the duffle bag and
pulls out a pile of clothing, which also includes a new pair of bra and
panties. It’s sweat pants and a white t-shirt with a Abercrombie hoodie.

He also removes a large plastic bag
that contains all of my hygiene products. My makeup, my shampoo and
conditioner, razors and lotion. Everything is here, everything was thought of.
I think of Marco going into my apartment. The idea at first should have made me
uncomfortable, but now I realize that I prefer the idea of him being in my
place rather than Dean.

My apartment is filled with things
that make me happy, there are pieces of Joss, Jaxon and I. I feel a shatter of
emotion when I think of my beautiful little niece and how much she loved Dean.
She would be devastated. Then again, finding out that her aunt is dead will probably
cause her more pain.

She wouldn’t remember me. She was
only 2, I don’t remember anything from when I was two. I remember going to
kindergarten when I was 5 and crying for my mom the whole time, but nothing
before that. Maybe flashes, moments with Jaxon but nothing solid.

Jaxon will remind her. He’ll tell
her how much I loved her. How much she changed my life, all of our lives.

Marco mutters something about
unlimited hot water and telling me to take my time

I turn on the water, making it as
hot as I can possibly stand it. Maybe even a little more. I pour in half a
bottle of what was once my favorite coconut bubble bath

It makes me think of Dean again and
how much he meant to me. Every time I took a bath using this bubble bath, he
couldn’t keep his hands off me. He was always smelling me. If we were cooking,
he would lift my hair off the back of my neck and nuzzle his nose between my
neck and shoulders and tell me that I smelled like ‘tropical heaven’. Always
claiming that he would never be able to forget how amazing I smelled.

I choke back a sob that starts to
bubble. I can’t break down.

I climb into the bath. Wincing
slighting at the scorching water against my skin.

I can hear music coming from the
other side of the door. Some kind of Mexican music. I roll the one towel up so
that I can use it sort of like a pillow and relax into the water.

I close my eyes and think about all
that has happened.

I laugh, out loud “you are the
dumbest girl in the world.  You fall in love and he doesn’t love you back. Now
he’s going to kill you. Score 1 on the biggest moron ever Liv.” A lone tear
runs down my cheek.

I feel a rough finger wipe the tear
away, realizing that I no longer hear the music.

I quickly open my eyes and see
Marco standing there. “I need to get him to talk to you.” He mutters.

“What’s the point?” I ask “He’s
going to kill me Marco, I never meant a damn thing and then he can collect his
money from Ashley.”

Marco stands up and heads out of the
bathroom. I watch him and notice the terrified look that suddenly captures his
face.

I open my mouth to ask him what’s
wrong, when I see Dean fly past the doorway and grab Marco by the throat,
slamming him against the wall of the bathroom door.

Dean still holding onto Marco leans
sideways to look into the bathroom. His eyes narrow when he sees me naked in
the bath.

He leans back towards Marco and I
hear the crunching sound of bone as I assume someone punches the other.

“Did you fucking touch her?” Dean
seethes.

“No, I just went to make sure she
was okay Dean. Chill out.”

“Don’t fucking tell me to chill
out, I gave you one job get her shit and let her take a bath. I did not ask you
to go in there with her.”

His voice lowers, I don’t think he
believes I’ll be able to hear him “I told you that she is fucking mine, I don’t
want you to ever put your hands on her again.”

Marco jerks free from Deans grasp, he
mutters something about Dean’s date. He gives me a small sad smile, before
leaving the area.

Dean storms into the bathroom “It’s
not enough is it? None of this is enough for you, you are going to screw around
with one of my associates? Why are you doing all of this?”

“Me? Why am I doing all of this?
You fucking kidnapped me you sick asshole, why would you have any right to who
does and does not touch me?”

I stand up before he can answer.
Grabbing the towel from the rack and wrap myself quickly. I step out of the tub
and dart out the door, grabbing my clean clothes as I do.

He grips my arm and pulls me back
to him

I slap him across the face. He
doesn’t get to pull me around.

“Either fucking kill me and get it
over with, or keep you damn hands to yourself.” I shout.