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  Chapter One

  Jessa

  “I’ll call you as soon as the plane lands,” my father assures me. I push up onto my tiptoes and press a kiss to his cheek. He doesn’t smile, only nods at my gesture. He’s never been the kind of person who wears his emotions on his sleeve, actually he’s the kind of person who shows his emotions, well, never. He doesn’t like leaving me all alone in this big house, and I understand why, but I’m tired of accompanying him to these galas and events every weekend. I want to break free, want some time alone, to enjoy the silence of the night. I want to be a twenty-something-year-old woman, not my father’s pretend date to every charity on the east coast.

  “Remember to keep the doors locked, and that there will be guards posted outside the house, so if there are any problems at all I will know.”

  I nearly roll my eyes. I know he does everything he does to keep me safe, but it’s a little overkill.

  I watch my father leave, thinking how ridiculous he is for worrying all the time. What could possibly happen while I’m at home? I smile to myself, knowing I’ve finally made some progress when it comes to him letting me have some independence. Usually, I’m forced to go wherever he is, but I begged and pleaded for days, telling him he just needed to give me one chance, and I could prove to him that I could manage to be alone.

  As soon as my father’s car is out of sight, I run back upstairs and into my bedroom and make myself comfortable stripping out of my jeans and into a three-times-too-big cotton T-shirt. I take off my makeup and put my blonde hair up in a messy bun. Then I head to the kitchen grabbing the tub of mint-chip ice cream I’ve been craving all day from the freezer.

  Throwing myself down on the couch I watch TV and eat spoonful after spoonful of ice cream directly from the tub. To most, it might seem like a mundane thing to do, but to me, it’s unusual to have the liberty of simply sitting on the couch, and watching TV, or eating what I want to, when I want to.

  I might be twenty, but my father has never stopped treating me like a ten-year-old. He rarely lets me out of his sight and when he does, he usually has his goons breathing down my neck. I’ve been sheltered my entire life, doing all my schooling from home with high-end tutors.

  I never got to go to high school graduation or have a birthday party. I pout into the tub of ice cream, momentarily forgetting the TV show I’m watching. Sometimes it feels like my father is hiding me, like he doesn’t want anyone to know I exist.

  Lonely. Secluded. Those are just a few words that I would use to describe my life. I sigh and continue to eat until my stomach is so full, I feel like I’m about to explode. I don’t really feel like getting up, but I also don’t want this delicious ice cream to go to waste. I would much rather prefer to have it for breakfast, so I get up from the couch bringing the tub with me, and start walking toward the kitchen.

  As soon as I step into the hallway, I hear it. Deep, masculine voices echo through the house, coming from the backdoor. Ugh, he promised me he wouldn’t send anybody in to check on me. I should have known he would break that promise. He never keeps his promises, always telling me he does everything that he can to protect me. Well, I’m old enough to leave now, and I’m done letting him protect me from...well nothing thus far. I have no proof that there is any risk to my life, and until I do, I’m not going to let this shit keep happening.

  Angrily I set down the tub of ice cream on the foyer table and stomp my ass to the back door. I don’t care if his men are just following orders, they’re about to get a mouthful.

  I round the corner like a bat out of hell, my finger in the air, more than ready to yell at my father’s security team when I come to a sudden halt. The hair on the back of my neck stands on end, and a shiver of fear makes its way up my spine. Confusion settles deep into my bones. All the anger residing inside me just seconds ago evaporates into thin air when my eyes land on two tall men dressed in black standing at the very end of the hallway…two men I know for certain that are not a part of my father’s security.

  Two men that are not supposed to be here.

  Fear floods my veins, like a river overflowing its banks and for a moment I’m immobilized by it. Unable to move a muscle, I stand there, my mouth gaping open like a fish out of water with unspoken words, my finger still in the air, pointing in their direction.

  It hits me then as I stare at them…there was just a story on the news tonight about these men…Another break-in, over half a million dollars in jewelry stolen. There are no witnesses at this time and police have no idea who these men may be.

  Blinking the words from my mind, I attempt to remind myself to remain calm. But the erratic beat of my heart makes it hard to do that. I try and rationalize with myself. I should run, hide, or yell for my father’s men at the very least, but I just can’t get my body and brain to connect.

  Taking in the men’s features, I notice that both have haircuts in a similar style, something that reminds me of the military. Their bodies seem impossibly large, tall, and muscular. They both look at me, their eyes piercing mine as if they can see right through me.

  Shock and annoyance, flicker across their gazes. All it takes is one single look for me to tell that they weren’t expecting me to be here. They look at each other for a split second, and in that glance, I know they’re planning something. Tingles ripple through my entire body and a knot of fear forms in my throat. Any minute now one of them is going to come for me.

  Inside my head, there are a thousand different thoughts running rampant but all I can think of is my next move. Where am I going to run? How will I hide? My thoughts flicker to the news lady from earlier. “No one has ever seen their faces…” and yet I have.

  There’s no way they’ll let me go, not now, not after I’ve seen who they are. Lost inside my head I notice the middle one inching toward me, his movement sends a surge of pure panic through my veins which gets me moving.

  My legs are wobbly as I take a few steps backward before I turn completely around and start running. I round the corner and run down the hall as fast as I can, my bare feet slapping against the tile loudly giving myself away.

  I don’t know what to do. I don’t know where to go.

  “Trey!” I hear one of them shout behind me, but I don’t stop or even chance a glance over my shoulder. Fear controls my movements now, and I keep running in the direction of the front door. All I can think is, if I get outside that door, I can scream for the guard…the same guard I’ve wished away my whole life.

  I’m so stupid. So, so stupid. I should’ve gone with my father. I shouldn’t have fought his need for protection. Tears sting my eyes, and my lungs burn as I suck in breath after breath.

  I’m ten feet away from the door…I can see it, practically feel the iron handle in my hands…I’m almost there I tell myself, gritting my teeth as I swallow the fear down. I tell myself I’m simply running, and not for my life. I’m so close to the door. Sucking a deep breath into my lungs, I ready myself for the scream I’m about to let loose.

  But it’s too late. The air is knocked from my lungs when someone tackles me from the side. One moment
I’m running, the next I’m on the ground, being pushed to the floor by someone who seems to be three times my size. My mind is reeling, and it feels more like a truck just ran me over rather than another human.

  A pained groan rips from my throat as he puts his entire body weight on mine, making it impossible to move, or breathe. I squeeze my eyes shut, too scared to open them. Maybe if I keep them closed, I can pretend that this is nothing but a dream.

  “I thought she wasn’t supposed to be here?” one of the men growls, annoyance coating every single one of his words.

  “She wasn’t,” the guy on top of me answers, his deep voice vibrating through me.

  “You can open your eyes, Princess, you’ve already seen our faces now.”

  Oh god, I know what that means. I’ve seen their faces, they won’t let me live. I’m going to die, they’re going to kill me.

  “I-I didn’t…I didn’t see anything,” I plead my case, continuing to keep my eyes shut.

  “Don’t lie, I hate liars,” a third voice fills the hallway.

  Three, there are three of them, against one.

  Against me.

  I’m as good as dead. I’ll never survive this.

  “What the fuck are we going to do with her?”

  “She’s seen our faces and she’s heard your name. We can’t let her live.” I knew this would be my fate before he even said it, but still hearing the words out loud terrifies me. I start to shake beneath the man holding me down, the man named Trey.

  “Maybe we can use her against him? Maybe she even knows where it is?”

  “I-I know nothing. I swear, please don’t kill me.” Trey grabs me by the back of the neck, forcing my head backward, his hold is tight, pulling the hair tight against my scalp. My lips tremble, tears welling in my closed eyes.

  “It would be a waste to kill you right away,” he whispers into my ear, his teeth grazing the tender flesh of my earlobe. A shudder runs through my body when I realize something large is poking against my ass.

  “Oh, I bet we could come up with a use for her,” one of the other guys says, his voice dripping with lust.

  “She’s pretty enough, I’ll have to get a peek between her thighs, but I’ll bet she’s got some use in her,” the third guy agrees, and I can hear the smile in his voice.

  “You keep her down here and make sure she behaves. We’ll clear out the safe upstairs.” I listen to two sets of footsteps disappear up the stairs, torn between elation that two of them are gone and fear for not wanting to be alone with this guy.

  “You smell nice,” he whispers into my hair before releasing my neck from his grip. He shifts on top of me, giving me some room to breathe and I take the chance to suck in a precious breath of oxygen into my burning lungs.

  “Turn around,” he orders. “I want to see you.”

  I shake my head, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip to stop myself from screaming. One of the guards has to be out there, right? Maybe if I scream loud enough, they’ll hear me. My hope of being rescued diminishes with each second though. If they haven’t come in yet, then they probably won’t.

  My body shakes, tremors of fear rattling me to my core. The last thing I want is to show myself to him, and I definitely don’t want to see him. I want to keep my eyes closed and pretend this is all a bad dream. But if I know anything, it’s that these men don’t care about anything but committing their crimes. When I don’t say anything after a long moment, he grabs me by the shoulders and forces me to turn beneath him so I’m lying on my back with his body straddling mine. I can feel his thick shaft digging into my stomach.

  Oh god…please no.

  “Open your eyes, Princess.” He grabs my face, his thumbs digging into my cheek. I shake my head no, but his hands on my face are making it hard for me to move.

  “Open them, or you won’t like what happens next,” he growls, and the warning is clear. I remind myself that I’m dealing with criminals, and not amateur ones. These men won’t hesitate to shoot me or rape me. Out of instinct and a need to protect myself my eyes pop open without permission, unshed tears slipping down my cheeks as they do.

  I blink a few times, the light hurting my eyes while I adjust to it.

  “Now that wasn’t too hard, was it? Don’t be a pain in the ass, and do what we tell you to, and you might make it out of this alive.” I stare up at him and into his piercing green eyes, trying to find some type of kindness there. I pray for a sliver, an ounce of compassion I could draw out and use against him. But as I gaze into his eyes, I see neither compassion or kindness…no, I find someone who is filled to the brim with hate and rage. I’ve never seen anyone look at me like this as if he despises me simply for breathing.

  “Take whatever you want,” I whisper. I couldn’t care less about anything in this house. I’ll give them the safe combination myself if it means they’ll let me go.

  “Oh, we will,” he smirks. “You included.” He lets go of my face just so he can run both of his hands down and over my body. I grab his wrists, trying to get him to stop but he just takes both of my hands into one of his pressing them to the floor above my head.

  “Tell me, Jessa, have you ever been with a man before?”

  “I don’t have to tell you anything,” I sneer, my temper flaring. He smirks sinisterly, his grip on my wrist tightening. I whimper, trying to escape his grasp.

  “You don’t, but one way or another we’ll find out. I suppose it’s best to tell us now, so we know if we should just take you, or prepare you. Don’t want to break you too early. I mean there are three of us, and we plan to get our fill of you.”

  The air stills in my lungs. He’s not, he can’t be talking about…sex. Can he?

  I swallow hard, thinking about his words. I don’t want to tell him anything, and I won’t. I grit my teeth as his free hand starts roaming over my body once again. His fingers glide over my skin, and I try to wiggle out of his hold. He snickers under his breath at my feeble attempt and instead cups one of my breasts.

  His body vibrates with anger, and maybe lust, as he finds my nipple through the thin fabric of my shirt. Using his thumb and index finger, he pinches it, rolling the beaded tip. I try to jerk away from his touch, but there is nowhere to go. I’m helpless and at the mercy of this evil man’s touch.

  He continues to pluck at my nipple and to my utter shock, the pain comes with an unfamiliar pleasure. My core tightens, and fire fills my belly while shame overcomes me.

  How could I possibly feel any kind of pleasure from this?

  I watch him closely while he keeps working my nipple. I don’t want to close my eyes again, but when he moves on to the other side, giving my other nipple equal attention, I can’t help it. My eyes flutter closed and something that sounds more like a moan than a cry for help escapes my lips.

  Trey starts laughing and removes his hand from my breast. “Of course this turns you on, I bet you would love it if I gave in and fucked you right here. Right on your daddy’s pristine floor. How would he feel knowing that my brothers and I took from you just like he did from us?”

  “No!” I scream, fear overtaking whatever emotions I was feeling a moment ago. I don’t want this. I don’t want him. I thrash against the cold floor, wishing I could be anywhere else but here. I should’ve gone with my father. Why did I have to be so stupid?

  “No?” The amusing tone of his voice makes me want to punch him.

  “So you’re saying if I slide my hand down between your legs right now, I won’t find your pussy wet? I wouldn’t find your cunt begging for my cock?” At his words, I press my thighs together, not wanting him to touch me there. Especially because I know he is right. I felt the gush of moisture between my legs when he started touching my breasts, rolling my hardened nipple between his fingers. My traitorous body is enjoying this without my permission and it’s making me sick to my stomach.

  Tears sting my eyes once more. “I don’t want this. Please…I don’t…” My lips tremble and I peer up into his eyes.


  “Maybe in here you don’t.” He taps a finger to my forehead. “But your body sure as fuck does.” I shake my head, letting the tears fall from my eyes. No amount of begging or pleading is going to change what’s about to come. I might as well stomach it, and attempt to survive, right?

  Footsteps echo down the hall, and I know the other men are coming back. Oh god... there’s going to be three of them now, instead of one. They’ll overpower me in an instant, taking whatever they want from me.

  There is real fear filtering through my body, and yet a zing of confusing pleasure at the thought of having these three criminals touch me.

  “What the fuck are you doing? She needs to be tied up,” one of the other men hisses, anger seeping from his eyes.

  “Just having a little fun…I wanted to get a taste of what’s to come, but she’s playing hard to get, even though I know she wants it.”

  The man rolls his eyes. “Let’s go, we can fuck with her when we get back to the house. We’re already over on time here.”

  In an instant, Trey moves off of me, pulling me up by my arms so I’m standing. The other two men come up to us, one of them grabs my wrists and pulls them behind my back. It takes me a moment to realize what he is tying me up with. The plastic cuts into my skin right after I hear the zipping noise of a cable tie being fastened.

  As soon as my hands are tightly secured behind my back, all three men start walking toward the back door. Trey grabs one of my arms, while the guy who just tied me up grabs the other. As if that’s really needed. I doubt I could escape one of them let alone three. They pull me through the hallway, my feet barely able to keep up with their fast pace, and huge steps.

  My eyes are trained on the third guy walking in front of us. All three of them are well over six feet tall and muscled like an ox, but he might be the biggest one. Even though he’s wearing a long sleeve black shirt, I can see his well-defined muscles move beneath the fabric. He stops at the back door and turns his head to glance over his broad shoulders.

  “Wes, make sure she stays quiet,” he orders.