KING(85)

“No,” I gasped.

“That’s what I thought. King needs to learn his place. He needs to know that when he gets in bed with me I’m the one who calls the f*cking shots, and what’s his is mine. These are my streets, my product. This is my f*cking clubhouse. These are my f*cking tits.” He snaked his cold, wet tongue around one of my nipples, and I had to swallow down the bile rising in my throat. “That’s why I’m going to f*ck you right now. I’m going to f*ck you without a rubber and send you back out there with my cum dripping down your leg so he can learn that he is the King of nothing.”

He slid his hand up my leg and grabbed a hold of my panties. When I screamed, he again he covered my mouth and straddled me with a knee on each side of my rib cage, squeezing his legs together so tightly I heard my rib crack at the same time I felt the explosion of pain in my chest. With his free hand, Isaac reached into his boot and produced a long hunting knife. He raised it into the air, and then brought it down into my thigh until I felt it hit bone.

Twice.

When he pulled the serrated blade out, he took chunks of my flesh with it. “I told you not to f*cking scream, you f*cking cunt.”

Pain coursed through my leg and spread to every nerve ending in my body until it felt like my entire leg had been stabbed, not just my thigh. Tears poured out of my eyes as I struggled to see past the pain-induced blurry vision.

Isaac’s hands were back up my dress, yanking my panties down, the cool air blew over my newly exposed parts, letting me know that Isaac had successfully removed them.

He settled himself between my legs and reached down to position his cock at my entrance. “You fight me, and they’re f*cking dead,” he said, looking me in the eyes.

There was nothing about his demeanor that would make me believe that he wasn’t the kind of guy who didn’t follow through with his threats. He meant every word. If I screamed, if I fought him off, the only people in the world who I loved would be dead.

King would be dead.

“That a girl,” he hissed as I dropped my knees to the sides. With a whole lot of effort, Isaac managed to push himself inside of me. He was struggling. My body was so dry it was like it was fighting its own fight to keep him out. He spit on his hand and reached between us.

I closed my eyes tight. Maybe, if I didn’t see it, it wasn’t really happening.

But it was. Because although I couldn’t see it, I could feel it.

He entered me, fully violating the body I’d finally taken possession over as my own. It wasn’t just a violation of my body. It was an invasion of my soul.

Pop Pop Pop Pop.

The sound cracked through the air from the other room.

“What the f*ck?” Isaac roared, lifting off of me just in time to turn his head toward whoever had just opened the door.

Pop.

Isaac’s head exploded above me like a sledge hammer to a watermelon. My face became coated in thick, warm, red. The full weight of his limp body fell onto me, knocking the wind from my chest. Shrapnel of flesh and bone that used to be Isaac’s head, landed in my open mouth, and I immediately turned my head and heaved into the floor.

King suddenly appeared beside me, gun in hand. He rolled Isaac off of me pushing his lifeless body to the floor, finally freeing me from his penetration.

King had lost his shirt and was only wearing a black wife-beater. Every inch of available skin on his arms and neck was covered with blood as if he just slaughtered a cow.

Or people.

King’s eyes went wide when he looked down to my state of undress. Then even wider when he noticed the blood pumping from my leg.

“Fuck!” King aimed his gun at Isaac and fired twice, his lifeless body jumping when each bullet made contact. “Motherf*cker,” King muttered. “I am so sorry, baby. I am so f*cking sorry.”

“What the f*ck is going on?” I asked. I was losing blood fast and getting more lightheaded by the second. King lifted me up into his arms. “Where’s Preppy? Where’s Bear?”

“Cover your eyes, Pup,” King ordered.

“Why?”

“Because you may think differently of me if you keep them open,” he whispered, carrying me into the other room. “It’s not a pretty sight out here.”

I knew I should have listened to him, but a part of me, a very stupid part of me, needed to see. But no matter how much I warned myself what was on the other side of the door, it wasn’t nearly enough to fully prepare for the reality of what was in front of me.