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Nikki

Tonight is our last night in Jamaica. Everyone is meeting up at one of the bars to have one last night together. I have had such an amazing time here and I really don’t want to get back on the plane and back to reality.

A pit forms in my stomach as I think about going home. I’m going to have to go see my dad and he was obviously pissed, which should be fun. Not only that, but going home just reminds me of my ticking clock. The deadline on my freedom.

I try to push all of that out of my mind, taking a deep breath before walking out of the bathroom. “I’m ready.”

Twisted looks up at me and I can see the desire spark in his eyes. I’m wearing a navy blue form fitting dress with patterned stockings and black stilettos. Little does he know the stockings are a full bodysuit. I can only imagine his face when I show him later. “You sure you want to go out tonight? I can think of much better things for us to do.” He walks toward me placing his hands on my hips.

“Yes, I’m sure I want to go. Be a good boy and I’ll reward you later.” I start to move toward the door when he pulls me back to him, my ass pressing against his dick.

“Don’t lie to yourself.” His teeth scrape my neck. “You don’t like me when I’m good.” He walks forward, pushing me with him until I’m pressed against the wall next to the door. “Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me you want me to be good when I know what you really want is bad and dirty.” He grinds into me and a moan escapes my mouth.

A knock sounds at the door making me jump. “Cam! Nikki! You guys coming?” Lizzie’s voice travels through the door and Twisted groans with annoyance. I use the opportunity to catch him off guard and push myself off the wall, opening the door to reveal his sister. “Hey, girl, you look hot!”

I laugh at her as I turn around to face him. “You’re not the only one who can be bad.” I smile at him before following Lizzie down the steps. I know he is probably pissed. He likes to think that he has the upper hand but that’s rarely the case.

The bar we go to is more like a club. The bass pumps from the speakers and I can feel it vibrating through my entire body. We head straight to the bar and order our drinks. I glance over at Twisted and his eyes are burning a hole through me. “Aw, don’t be upset. If I really wanted to tease you I would have told you that these stockings aren’t just covering my legs, and that this dress is hiding a surprise for later.” My hand skims over the fabric, as his eyes grow wide. “Oops. Did I just say that?”

“I am gonna drag you out of this place and—”

“Nikki! Come dance with us!” I look over to see Lizzie and her friends in a group, moving to the music. Saved once again.

I lean up giving Twisted a quick kiss on the lips before joining the girls. I’ve never had a bunch of friends, so going out dancing with your girlfriends was never anything that I did. I am having a blast as we are all letting loose and moving to the beat. My feet ache a little but it’s manageable and I’m having too much fun to sit down.

I jump when I feel a pair of hands grasp my hips. Looking back and seeing Twisted, I relax. “Don’t think I’m not keeping track of all the ways you have been teasing me. I fully intend to punish you once we get back to the room.” A shudder runs through me.

I sway my hips against his body holding his hands in place. Rolling and grinding against his hard body is turning me on and I can feel him getting harder the more I move. I let my head fall back against him, turning it to the side and placing a kiss on his neck.

In a minute I’m in his arms and walking toward the door. “Hey! I wasn’t ready to leave.”

“Yeah, well I didn’t ask.” His mouth crashes into mine, stealing my breath and making his intentions right now completely clear.

The walk to our room is quick, taking half the time it normally does. He opens the door, setting me down before walking back outside letting it shut behind him.
What the hell?

I stand there in complete and utter confusion until the door opens again a few minutes later and he walks in carrying an ice bucket.

“Take the dress off.” His deep voice rumbles as he sets the bucket down on the table next to the bed.

“Aren’t you gonna say please?” I smirk at him.

His eyes connect with mine before he stalks over to me. He quickly spins me toward the bed and bends me over so that my face in pressed against the sheets. “No, I’m not.” He roughly pulls my zipper down, then lifts me up so I’m standing in front of him again.

I turn slowly letting the dress fall off my body. His eyes widen as he takes me in. I’m wearing a fishnet bodysuit that covers almost my entire body. It’s tight. The patterns in the fishnet tracing the curves of my body in just the right way, and it’s conveniently missing material in one spot.

Twisted takes two steps toward me, his mouth capturing mine as his hands grip my side, fingers digging into my flesh letting me know how on edge I have him. He pushes me back so I’m sitting on the edge of the bed. “Close your eyes.”

I do as he says. I can hear him moving around, the sound of clothes hitting the floor. The ice being jostled in the bucket. I want to open my eyes and see what he’s doing. That’s when I feel him in front of me. He isn’t touching me but I can sense the heat rolling off of him. His labored breathing almost deafening.

His fingers grasp my chin, lifting my face up. His lips touch mine and I open my mouth to him. When I do I feel something cold slip into it: an ice cube. The cold sensation of the ice mixed with his warm tongue is like nothing I’ve felt before. My body goes on high alert, every inch of me completely turned on.

I jump as he traces another ice cube around my nipple, arching myself toward him wanting more. He leans forward pushing me down onto the bed with him. When he presses against my core I moan.

He breaks our kiss pulling away from me. “Don’t move.”

I open my eyes to see his arm reach down, then I hear the ice once more. He takes one of the cubes and runs it along my body from my collarbone to my knee. His tongue trailing after the ice following its path. Every inch of me is coming alive, and the contrast of hot and cold against my skin is driving me crazy.

He kneels on the floor in front of me, tugging my legs so that I’m brought to the end of the bed. His fingers run through my folds before he slips them into me. I arch my back letting him know I need more. He takes them out and I jump at the contact of the ice. It’s dragged up and down my pussy before pausing at my entrance. When he forces it inside of me I inhale a deep breath. My entire body tenses, trying to get used to the sensation. It burns, but the pleasure out weighs the pain.

Twisted’s tongue darts out quickly going inside of me. The heat mixed with the bitter cold once again setting me on fire. I can’t help but moan as he continues this torture bringing me close to the edge and then retreating.

“Please.” My voice comes out strained and weak.

He smiles up at me. “It’s gonna be a long night, firecracker.”

Nikki

As our plane lands on the runway I can't help but feel sad. Being away with Twisted was amazing and I really didn’t want to come back. Now I’m home and it's time to deal with reality.

Three weeks.

It’s all I have left.

I’ve been wracking my brain constantly, trying to figure out a way to escape my fate. I can’t tell him. It wouldn’t do any good, and I know he wouldn’t be able to do anything. It’s beyond his reach.

I have to go meet my dad today. He gave me an ultimatum: I either meet him or he will come find me. I don’t think it will be too hard to get away. I know that Twisted will have club stuff to do.

He nudges my shoulder and I look up to see everyone standing. “You okay?” I nod and give him a smile. “I need to go to the club and get caught up. You wanna come with?”

“No, you can just drop me off at home.”

I follow him off the plane. One of the prospects is there to pick us up. The boys make small talk as I stare out the window at the passing scenery. Everything is going by so fast, like my life right now. Things are flying by but I know soon it will feel like time is crawling, because I’ll be in hell.

The truck stops and I look up to see that we are at the apartment. Thanking the prospect I get out of the car. We walk inside and Twisted grabs my hips turning me toward him.

“What’s wrong?” His eyes bore into me.

“Nothing, I think I’m just jet lagged and tired from all the sun.” I try to make my voice sound as convincing as possible. “I hope you’re tired from more than just the sun.” He winks at me.

“That too.” I smile before walking toward the bedroom. “I think I’m gonna take a nap.”

“As much as I’d like to join ya, I gotta go take care of some stuff.”

I turn to face him. “Don’t worry about it.”

He closes the distance between us, his mouth pressing to mine as I relax against him. “It’ll probably be late tonight. We’ve been away a while.” He gives me one last kiss before turning and leaving.

I wait ten minutes before texting my dad to let him know I can meet him. I know that he will be pissed because he thinks I was avoiding and ignoring him. He wanted to meet me at the diner again and I said a silent prayer that it was still in a public place, and I know that he can't make too much of a scene.

Walking in I see him in his usual spot. My hands fidget in front of me as my nervousness turns into fear. His gray hair is slicked back, his face is hard with the usual permanent scowl present. He looks my way just for a minute before looking away again. My teeth gnaw on my bottom lip as I reach the table and sit down.

“You like playin’ games, girl?” He voice is low and deadly.

“No, I just—”

“I don’t give a shit.” His fist bangs on the table and the people around us turn to look before going back to their business. “You ever try to pull that shit again and you’ll regret it. I call and you fucking answer.”

I nod, not trusting my voice to work.

“You’re so goddamn pathetic. I can’t wait until you get your ass handed to you. Maybe then it will teach you not to be such an unappreciative little bitch.” I grip the seat of the chair, my knuckles turning white from the strain. I can feel myself start to shake and I don’t want him to see it. “You got a five minute window from now on. I don’t hear from you, I’ll find your ass and lock you down. You got me?”

I nod again but he grabs my face squeezing it until tears prick my eyes.

“Fucking answer me.” His eyes are on fire and I want to shrink away as he looks at me.

“Yes.” I say in almost a whisper because of the hold he has on me.

My father laughs as he stands up. He tosses a few ones on the table. “Whore.” He mutters before walking away from me without a second glance.

I sit there for a moment trying to regain control of my emotions. My eyes focus on the silverware set in front of me. The knife catches my eyes and for a moment I contemplate just ending it all. I pick it up, the cool metal against my skin causing chills to run down my arm.

It would be so easy.

Everything would be solved.

My father wouldn’t get his way.

I would be free.

The dinging of the diner door opening sounds and snaps me out of my trance. I look up to see Lucy standing there. She walks up to the counter placing an order before her eyes find me. I drop the knife and pick up the stray bills on the table.

“Hey, girl.” She walks up assessing the mess I must look like. “Everything ok?”

“Yeah, I just stopped in for a quick bite.” I move to stand up but she is standing in front of me.

“You busy today?” Her hand runs through her brown hair as she smiles at me.

“Um, I—” My mind can’t come up with a lie fast enough.

“Great! I have to do some things around town and would love some company.” Shit. Her happiness would almost be contagious if I wasn’t so screwed up inside. The waitress walks over handing her a to go cup. “I’m addicted to the milkshakes here. Come on girl.” I follow her out the door. “As much as I wish I could say it would just be the two of us, Jordan doesn’t let me go anywhere without a damn watchdog.”

She nods at a truck parked and a young guy sitting behind the wheel. “Okay.”

“You have anything you needed to do today?” She looks over at me.

“I needed to unpack, but other than that, no.”

“I forgot you guys just got back! How was it? I keep telling Jordan I want to go on vacation but it seems like it's never a good time.” She shakes her head as she smiles.

“It was fun. The place was beautiful.” I climb into the truck after Lucy. “I wish we were still back there.” And that I never had to come back to this town again.

“Okay, first stop is getting some stuff for the clubhouse. I was joking with Shooter that they haven’t done anything to it since it was founded and he agreed to let me redecorate, kind of. He told me not to go crazy, so I could totally use another opinion. Tracie is held up doing stuff at the bar today. You working tonight?”

I shake my head. “I have to text her and see when she wants me to come in. We didn’t talk about my schedule when I came back.”

I spend the next few hours with Lucy, picking out new furniture and different types of lamps and kitchen stuff. In her words, since she is the only one who uses the kitchen, that stuff could be as girly as she wanted it to be.

“You want to come with me to the clubhouse and set stuff up?”

“No. I really need to get home and get all of our stuff together.” She lets the prospect know that I need to be dropped off at Twisted’s. We make small talk on the way over and I relax, liking spending time with her.

“Okay, well here you are, girl.” Her eyes look at me as if she wants to say something else. “Listen, I know we don’t know each other that well but if you ever need someone to talk to, or just hang out, text me.”

I smile at her. “Thanks.”

***

A knock sounds at the door and I jump. I walk over and when I open it I’m surprised by who I see. It’s the cop from the night Twisted and I got arrested. What the hell is he doing here?

His eyes roam my body.

Alarms go off in my head as I stand here with him. “Can I help you?”

He clears his throat. “Yeah, I got reports of noise complaint. Can I come in?”

My body stiffens. He’s lying. It’s been quiet around here all afternoon. “No. Sorry, this isn’t my house. You can come back when—”

His hands push me back making me fall to the floor as he walks through the door; the slam as he kicks it shut makes my stomach drop. “Bet you never thought you’d see me again huh, bitch? You know my partner told everyone what happened that night. I’ve been getting shit from the guys in the precinct every goddamn day.”

I scoot backward knowing that I left my phone on the end table.

“Do you know what that shit has been like? Just because you wanted to act like a little cunt.” He takes a couple steps closer to me. “Do you?!” He screams and I jump hitting the table behind me. My phone falls under it.

Shit. I need to keep him talking. Keep him distracted so he doesn’t see me using it. “I know. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” I unlock the phone, hitting the call button. “It was really stupid of me.” I tap Twisted’s name and pull my hand away.

“It was. Now you’ll pay for all of that.” He takes another step. I stand up quickly and try to make a run for the door. “I hope you didn’t think it would be that easy.” His hand grabs my hair and I scream as he uses it to throw me against the wall. My body crashes against it and I groan.

“Stop. Don’t do this. My boyfriend will be home soon.” I’m hoping that threat scares him enough to just leave.

He laughs. “Let the biker scum come. I’ll put a bullet in his damn head.”

My hand touches something on the floor and I look down quickly to see that it’s the broom. I guess it’s better than nothing. Trying to catch him off guard, I swing it at him. It hits him in the head and the wood snaps in half.

He lets out a roar and I stand up once again trying to make a break for the door. His feet sweep across the floor taking mine out. I crash to the floor, my face slamming against the tile. Pain shoots through my head as I cry out.

“This is fun. Keep fighting me, slut. I like it better that way.” I try to lift myself up but his booted foot presses on my back forcing me to the floor. “Nobody will ever call me a virgin again, I am gonna tear you apart and leave you here for that piece of trash to find.” His hands grab my wrists as he begins to drag me toward the back of the apartment, to the bedroom. I thrash trying to free myself even though the movement is making my shoulders burn.

He picks me up throwing me onto the bed. I try to jump to the other side of the bed when pain shoots through my leg. I look down seeing a knife in his hand and I large gash on my thigh. Tears fall down my cheeks from the pain and the fear consuming me.

He hovers over me holding the knife to my throat. The tip presses into my skin and I wince feeling hot liquid begin to run down my neck. “Try to run again, or lash out at me and I’ll slit your throat, then fuck you anyway.”

He slides the knife over my skin until it is at the top of my shirt. The knife quickly slices through the material as it falls open revealing my bra. Sliding the blade under the center of my bra, I cry out as I can feel it digging into my chest. He swipes it up and it falls away exposing me to him.

“It's a shame a body like this is wasted on a biker whore.” He returns the knife to my neck as his mouth lowers to my nipple. Keeping one eye trained on mine, he bites down hard and I scream. A sadistic laugh rolls off his lips as he stands back up. He quickly cuts away my shorts and panties in the same way he did my top.

My muscles tense as I realize this is really going to happen. He is going to rape me and there is nothing I can do about it. Tears fall like a river from my eyes as I try to restrict my movements not wanting the knife at my throat to cut me any more. The sound of his belt unbuckling causes my stomach to turn. I want to throw up and close my eyes to try and fight the bile threatening to rise.

His free hand reaches down pinching my clit as I let out another wail of pain.

“You’re about to get exactly what you deserve.” I can feel him at my entrance. My entire body is shaking, tears are pouring down my face. He pushes against me just as a deafening pop fills the room. Liquid splashes my face as he collapses on top of me. I scream and thrash just needing him off of me. I don’t care about the knife he has, I have to fight. He lifts off of me before I feel arms around me. I pound my fists against the body holding me as I scream for help.

“It’s me. You’re safe.” Twisted’s voice sound in my ear and I freeze. Opening my eyes I see him holding me. Torch is standing behind him and I see an unmoving figure lying on the floor, a pool of red surrounding him. “Torch, grab me a set of clothes out of that dresser.” My arms tighten around him as I realize that he got here just in time. He saved me.

Neither of us says anything. I can’t take my eyes away from the man on the floor. He killed him.

“Nikki.” His hand grasps my chin and he turns my face toward him. “I need you to listen to me. Take these clothes, and go into the bathroom and change. There is gauze in the medicine cabinet, wrap it around your leg. I’ll call doc and tell him you need to be seen. Bring me back the ones you’re wearing.” He is looking at me, waiting for a response, so I nod. He lifts me up carrying me out of the room and putting me down outside of the bathroom.

“He’s dead.” My voice is a whisper.

“Yeah. I need to take care of this shit. Do what I told you to.” He walks back toward the room and I can hear their voices grow louder.

What does this all mean? He was a cop. This is really bad.