Stuck between two bad boys

I had no idea why he was laughing at my statement. He knew what could happen to him and he found it funny.

“Really?”

I swallowed hard and raised my face to him.

“You can’t be stupid enough to call the cops,” he began. “Listen, Devin, all I need you to do is to stay off Emily’s case.”

I smell fish.

“Why? What the fuck are you planning to do to her?”

“You want to know?” He asked. “Well, I’ll tell you what I’ll do if you do not stay clear.”

I tried to stand up from the floor and my legs failed me. I held the couch for support and tried again.

“I’ll kill Emily, bring her fucking body here and tell the cops you killed her.”

His threat sent a cold shiver down my spine. There was no way James could be heartless enough to kill his daughter who he tried to get back for so long. I searched his eyes for the joke but instead, I was faced with his cold emotionless stare. He looked dead serious and that scared me.

“I can get enough fake evidence to implicate you and send you to jail.”

“James you can’t be-”

“Try me and see.”

What a freaking psychopath.

With those final words, he stormed out. I remained silent, trying to comprehend everything he said. How could James get so hostile and vicious? He claimed to love Emily but he…

I finally stood to my feet and realized the pain came from my nose, my arm, and my waist. “Fuck you, James.”

I walked to the bathroom and used a towel to clean my chest and arms. I used the damp napkin to clean the blood off my nose. I washed my face with water and walked away.

He hit me everywhere except my face. James never let his boys touch my face whenever he asked them to beat me. I pondered on it for a moment before I waved the thought off.

My phone vibrated on the table and I turned to look at the caller. It was Nelly, the girl I knocked out and met the other day. The pretty girl with beautiful eyes.

“Hey.”

“Uh, hi Devin,” she said.

I remember I didn’t get to tell her my name that day but-

“You there?”

“Yeah yeah,” I replied, regaining consciousness.

“I was wondering if you wanted me to come over.”

“Yeah, sure,” I blurted before I had the chance to think.

“The 7th house in midtown street, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“See ya,” she chuckled and the call ended.

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I grabbed the pain relief on the table and threw it in my mouth. I gulped the cup of water and dropped the cup.

I was hoping the pain lessened before Nelly arrived, I didn’t want to feel like shit when she was around.

When she got to my door I exhaled and pulled the door open, gesturing her in.

She smiled and gave a nod.

“It’s uh- good to see you,” I said.

“Same here.”

“Please have a seat.”

She took the couch beside me and it felt really uncomfortable at first.

“So uh-”

I had no idea what I was going to say or do.

“How’s it coming along?” She asked. “The missing girl.”

“Oh yeah. Still checking around, no vital information yet.”

“No investigations too?”

I didn’t want to say more than that but she looked like an inquisitive person. I tried to change the topic immediately, asking if she cared for any drink.

“Vodka? Distilled whiskey? Uh-”

“Are you trying to avoid eye contact?” She asked and adjusted closer to me.

She bit her lower lips and threw a seductive look at me. Whatever Nelly was trying to do was-

“Stop,” I ordered and removed her hands from my thigh.

A frown fell on her face and her countenance changed.

“I just want you.”

“Well, I don’t!” I flared.

She matched my energy and raised her voice too. “Guess what? You’re just a stupid asshole.”

She reached for her phone and shoved it in my face. “Look, she’s tied up and crying for help.”

Adrenaline rushed through my body the moment I saw a picture of Emily tied up with a gag in her mouth.

“You have Emily?”

“I don’t but I know who does. Kinda sold her to a rich man since we were both interested in her,” she smirked. “She was worth 20, 000$.”

“No way,” I blurted. I imagined what Emily must have gone through getting trafficked.

“He wanted to have a taste of her,” she added and my blood boiled. “He didn’t rape her though, she’s a fucking virgin.”

She chuckled and then sat back. “Getting her was only to scare you since you knocked me out the other time but he was also interested in her and threatened to frame us if we talked.”

She knew it was me and came for Emily. What the hell? The man, was it James?

“Who the fuck is that, Nelly?”

She didn’t respond. I felt a sudden urge to hurt her the way she hurt Emily. After a while, she tried to hug me and I pulled her up and held her by her neck.

“What are you doing? Get your hands off me!”

I pushed her hard to the couch and tore her clothes. I forced hands above her head and restrained them with my hands. I clambered on her and unfastened my belt. It was going to be a painful penetration because she wasn’t wet but I barely cared. I didn’t want it to be pleasurable for her.

“Let go of me!” She yelled and I stuffed a cloth in her mouth as a gag. I got hard from looking at her shaved pussy and just slid into her.

She growled in pain and I kept thrusting faster, holding her hair with one hand and restraining her hands with the other.

I knew she was going to get sore ’cause I was deep in her and thrusting so fast without consideration. She kept wailing but I didn’t stop till I was about cumming. I stopped and made sure to pour the cum on her face.

She sniffed, trying to cover up herself but I already tore her clothes and pulled her undies. She felt bare, used, and futile, I can see that for sure. I enjoyed inflicting pain on her and I would do it all over if it meant avenging what she did to Emily.

“You’re such a piece of shit!” She yelled with tears in her eyes.

She wanted this but I turned the table and gave her something memorable, painful sex.

“If you mention any of this to anyone then we’ll all go to jail.”