Uncontrollable Temptations (Tempted #3)(74)

I wasn’t sure who moaned, if it was me or him or maybe it was both of us, it didn’t matter either way as I gripped his shoulders and pulled him as close as possible. I was never letting him go. I felt his hands slide up my shirt, gliding over my stomach before roughly shoving my bra aside to grab my tits.

Heaven.



“Such a pretty girl, oh that face, I bet it’s all sorts of pretty when she’s coming,” a voice whispered in my ear. A voice that didn’t belong to the man I loved. My eyes sprang open as I screamed in horror.

So much for sweet dreams, I thought as I woke to face my nightmare. Jimmy was leaning over me trailing his tattooed fingers, dressed in gold rings, down my cheeks.

“Quite the dreamer aren’t you?” He questioned, as he leaned closer, his breath on my ear, his lips dangerously close to my skin. I flinched.

Please don’t touch me.

He suddenly stepped back. “Let’s make that dream a reality,” he said, clasping his hands together. He kicked Blackie who was motionless beside me.

I wish I had paid closer attention when the drug counselor came to my high school but I was too enthralled with the boy who sat in front of me. So, when Mr. Martin lectured us on drug overdoses, I was too busy counting the hairs on the neck of whatever his name was. Good job, Reina. I squinted against the darkness and focused on Blackie’s chest, as long as it rose and fell with each breath, then he was still alive.

I didn’t know if he was sleeping or just unconscious. I prayed he was sleeping, but feared he’d already surrendered himself into a catatonic state. I didn’t know how much his body could withstand but if they kept shooting him with drugs, eventually he wouldn’t wake. I studied his features, noting how different he looked. I conceded that it was his eyes that held all the pain and with them being closed he looked almost peaceful. I wondered what Blackie was like before his wife passed away, before everything fell to shit for him. Was he happy? Did he laugh? I bet he smiled at her, I bet all his smiles belonged to her. Sadly, they died right along with her. One thing I was certain of was that he loved her more than anything and every breath he had to take without her was a twist of the knife in his heart.

There was someone else though, someone who pulled that knife slowly from his heart. Someone he was fighting for. God, I wanted to know her. I wanted to meet the woman who could mend this poor man and make him defy the odds.

He stirred, moaning as his eyes opened half-mast. He was facing me but he didn’t look at me, he just stared at nothing.

Jimmy roughly grabbed his arm, inspecting the needle marks on it, grinning like a fucking banshee. I wanted to kick him in his gold teeth.

“Should we give him another hit?” One of the men asked Jimmy.

“Not yet,” he murmured, cupping Blackie’s face in his hands. “Time to give your president a message,” he said, slapping Blackie’s cheeks. “Take the cuffs off him,” he ordered to the man standing behind him.

Jimmy rose to his feet, spinning on his heel, and pointed a finger at the other man. “Get the phone ready; make sure the lighting is clear so when we shoot the video there is no mistaking what Jack Parrish will be seeing.”

The first douche bag un-cuffed Blackie and pulled him to his feet, he stumbled, barely able to hold his head let alone the rest of his body.

“What are you doing?” Blackie questioned groggily, as he was dragged across the room to the slop sink. I watched in horror as he struggled to fight. In his condition he was no match for the man in control. The goon turned the faucet on, grabbed Blackie by the back of his head and shoved his face into the basin of the sink.

“Fuck,” Blackie hollered, as the ice cold water poured over his head. He fought to lift his head, but the man slapped his head forcefully under the running water again. I was jarred from my trance when I felt Jimmy’s finger slide down my neck. I was no longer shivering. Instead, I was drenched in my own sweat. How fitting, right? Hell is supposed to be sweltering.

I flinched, closing my eyes and willing myself into another dimension as Jimmy’s finger slipped along my sweaty skin and between my breasts. I didn’t open my eyes until his finger left me and I watched in horror as he lifted it to his mouth and sucked the sweat glistening on his finger.

“You’re a pig,” I seethed.

“Funny, but you’re the one who will squeal like one in a few minutes,” he glanced over his shoulder. “Bring him over here.”

I diverted my eyes back to the sink and watched as Blackie lifted his head, slicking his hair away from his face and staring back at me. The man shoved him and he slowly shuffled his feet across the concrete until he stood in front of me.

I peeled my eyes from Blackie when I felt my hands become free and watched on as Jimmy kneeled before me and cut the ties around my ankles. A hand closed around my hair and yanked me to my feet. My legs gave out, from their lack of use, but the man tugged harder on my hair and I shrieked in pain as he forced me to stand on my wobbly legs.

“What the fuck man? C’mon leave her alone,” Blackie muttered. “You’re only making shit worse for yourself by fucking with her,” he slurred.

“Shut up,” Jimmy ordered, reaching down to his calf as he lifted his pants slightly and pulled a gun from the holster attached to it. He then raised it and pointed the barrel to the back of Blackie’s head.

“You don’t speak unless I tell you to,” he declared, glancing behind me at the man pulling my hair. “Give me the phone,” he demanded, reaching over Blackie’s shoulder to grab the iPhone. “Is it ready?”