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  “Because I stupidly thought when she wasn’t at her place she might be here. After getting here, I knew how stupid it was and planned to go back and see if she’s there. If not, then I’m waiting for her to get there,” I mutter.

  “Well then, get out of here. I don’t like this, and the fact Ensley’s involved rubs me the wrong way.” I’ve got to agree with Lillian on that one.

  Reaching down to give my little man some love, I leave and head back out toward Enya’s apartment. My mind is consumed with thoughts of her and how she’s feeling right now. I park near the stairs in the back that lead up to her apartment. Cutting the engine, I get out and head up the stairs. Using the key I have for her place, I unlock it and head inside.

  I stop dead as I take in the woman laying on the couch with her legs spread wide, her pussy exposed.

  “Hey, baby, I knew you’d come here. What took you so long?” she whines, her fingers running along her slit.

  Fuckin’ Ensley.

  “Where’s Enya?” I demand, grabbing a throw blanket from the back of the couch and tossing it over her naked body.

  “Oh, come on, Kenny, you know you want to play,” she purrs.

  “Bitch, I won’t ask again,” I snarl.

  “And you won’t find Enya,” she snickers.

  Furious, I move around the couch and wrap my hand around Ensley’s throat. “You think your shit don’t stink and that you’re better than your sister. In reality, you’re nothing but a second-rate cunt look-alike.”

  Releasing her throat, she gasps for air; I pull out my phone and dial Kit-Kat’s cell.

  “This better be good,” she mutters, answering the phone. Moans can be heard in the background, and I can only imagine what she’s doing with God knows who.

  “Need you here at Enya’s,” I state.

  “If it’s to help you with your girlfriend in a Dom type of way, I’m already busy doing just that with my own toy for the night,” she declares.

  “Kit, I don’t wanna know what kinky ass shit you’re into. You fuckin’ know I wouldn’t call your ass if it came to that shit. I can do all of that on my own without your help. But I need your ass dressed and here now.” Disconnecting, I shoot Dean, Marc, and Mitch a group text telling them what’s going on. Each one texted back that they were on the way.

  Dean might be my boss by all means, but he’s my friend along with Mitch. It’s one of the reasons I respect them both as much as I do because I know they always have my back as much as I do theirs.

  I go to put my phone back in my pocket when it rings again. Grinding my teeth, I glance at the screen, seeing who it is.

  Fuck.

  “This isn’t a good time, Mamma,” I mutter, casting a glare in Ensley’s direction when she tries to move.

  “I just wanted to let you know we just landed.” I still at my mamma’s words.

  “Come again?” I ask, needing her to repeat what she said. I knew my seanathair and Enya’s da were coming, but I didn’t think to find out if my mamma was coming as well.

  “The plane just landed, and we’ll be heading to your house. I can’t wait to see my grandson,” she says enthusiastically.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  “Alright, Lillian will know who you are. Tell Seanathair that I’ll call him in a bit. I’m in the middle of something and I gotta get back to it,” I mutter.

  “Okay, sweetheart,” Mamma says before hanging up. She’s not blind to what I do for a living and doesn’t turn her nose up at it.

  I wonder what Doran would think if he knew one of his daughters would hurt the other. I know I can’t allow Kit-Kat to kill her, but I can, sure enough, let her do what she needs to get me the information.

  “You ready to tell us where she is,” Kit-Kat demands an hour later. She’d shown up and got straight to work in getting Ensley to talk.

  Spitting the blood out of her mouth, Ensley cackles. “You’ll never find her. The bitch is getting all she deserves. Always trying to act better than me. To get the spotlight. By now, I’m sure she’s feeling oh so good. Fuck he’s probably got her spread wide and begging for him to fuck her already.”

  My anger boils and I take a step forward to put an end to the bitch. How can a sibling do that to another?

  Two hands grasp my shoulders stopping me.

  “Why do you say she’s feeling good right about now?” Kit-Kat asks.

  Ensley snickers, grinning like the loon she is. “Have you heard of something called Heavenly Rose?”

  Each and every one of us goes taut at the mention of a drug we’d heard about.

  “Master has tons of it that he keeps on hand. I love it when he gives it to me.” It takes everything in me not to vomit as Ensley withers and touches herself.

  Kit-Kat, having had enough, makes Ensley scream when her arm is broken from the hammer that my friend takes to her. Kit-Kat isn’t someone to be crossed. “Where is Enya?”

  Ensley cries and babbles like a baby. “She’s at Tainted Edge,” she whimpers, cradling her arm.

  Tainted Edge.

  Fuck, that’s a club in Virginia Beach.

  Turning on my heels, I head for my car with Marc, Mitch, and Dean right behind me, along with some of the other men I work with, Beau and Ian included.

  Chapter 17

  Enya

  My body feels coated with my blood and pain throbs throughout my body. I try my hardest to fight through the effects taking over.

  Sweat beads my body and my mind screams for the release my apex is craving.

  “My beautiful pet, are you enjoying the effects of what I’ve given you?” my stepfather asks, causing my stomach to tighten with the need to puke.

  His touch repulses me, and each time he does it, it feels like bugs crawling along my skin. I don’t know how long he’s been at it, but right now, I wish I could kill him with a simple look. Unfortunately, I do not have laser eyes.

  “Here’s another dose, my sweet, beautiful pet,” he says, plunging a syringe into my neck.

  I flinch and try to think of something else when my stepfather pulls the needle from my neck. He leans forward and proceeds to run his tongue along my skin. Shivers of disgust course through my entire being.

  I try to think of something else. Anyone else.

  Kenyon.

  Images of him flash into my head, and I’m dying for him to touch me. I don’t know why but the more his face stays with me, my body reacts and I start panting.

  Soon it’s not my stepfather licking the side of my neck or his hands at my breast, it’s Kenyon’s.

  Moaning, I writhe under the touch wanting more.

  A cry escapes past my lips when he pinches my nipple.

  “Kenyon,” I moan.

  At my calling his name, he pulls back from me.

  “What did you call me, pet?” my stepfather growls angrily.

  Nausea churns once more in my stomach at the realization that it wasn’t Kenyon touching me but this monster.

  Instead of answering, I swallow the bile back down and brace for what I’m sure is to come at the same time fighting through the need to beg him to continue touching me even if he’s not who I want.

  What is this stuff he gave me?

  The effects are driving me nuts with the need for a release. I don’t even know if it can be accomplished.

  I thought my stepfather would take his hand to me. Instead, he does something worse. With a malicious grin in place, he places clamps on each of my nipples. The chain attached to the clamps is connected to a bullet vibrator he presses against my clit. A tearing sound draws my attention as he uses his teeth to rip duct tape from a roll and places the tape over the bullet.

  I don’t know what he’s doing, but this can’t be good. To have duct tape on one’s skin is never a good sign. He then tapes the control for the bullet against my thigh.

  “You want to call me another man’s name when you belong to me, you’ll pay. The drug I’ve given you makes you crave the need to be fucked. To be thrown i
nto a world of ecstasy. Now you’re going to go through a ride of being on the verge of it but not quite reaching.” He cackles like a lunatic.

  The vibration starts, and I cry out at the sensation. Feeling a violation my body can’t seem to fight. My stepfather moves again, this time placing a ball gag into my mouth.

  “Such a pretty sight,” he coos and steps back, grabs the whip he’d taken to my body earlier. “While you’re feeling the pleasure, you’ll also feel the pain.”

  The crack of the whip has me sending a prayer to whoever could be listening. On first impact, I scream into the ball gag, tears welling in my eyes as the sharp points draw fresh blood on my already bloody front. With each and every draw of the whip, he cracks it in the air before the sharp points land against my flesh.

  My tears stream down my cheeks. My body feels like it’s on fire between the need for release and the pain my stepfather is wreaking on my body.

  A phone rings from somewhere in the room, and my stepfather stops what he’s doing to answer it.

  “I’m busy. What the fuck do you want?” he snarls upon answering it. A glare in his gaze shoots in my direction when I whimper.

  “Thought you’d like to know you might want to get out of there. Kenyon and his men got a hold of Ensley after she was stupid enough to go to Enya’s apartment. They’re on the way and will be there soon enough,” a man’s voice fills the room from where my stepfather has the phone on speaker.

  “Fuck. Hold them off so that I can get Enya and get out,” my stepfather commands.

  “Can’t do it. I do that, and they’ll know it’s me betraying them. Now get the fuck out of there before they get there. Leave the cunt for them to find. Maybe then they’ll know who’s really in charge,” the man on the phone sneers before he hangs up on my stepfather.

  Tossing his phone against the wall, he turns to me full-on once again. “Don’t worry, my pet. I’ll be back for you once again. Don’t get too comfortable with that bastard. You’re mine,” he snarls.

  With the ball gag in my mouth, there’s no way I could tell him to go rot in hell. I won’t let him beat me down again. Not after I’ve found happiness.

  Now I know what really happened. My sister is a sick bitch who needs to be admitted into a psych ward where she can’t hurt anyone anymore. I could never wish her dead because she’s my blood. The only one I have besides a father I’ve not met.

  “Before I go, I want you to be feeling good when they get here. Let them see you as nothing more than a bitch in heat ready to fuck anything with a cock,” he snickers, thrusting another dose of that god-forsaken drug into my system.

  He then grabs a dildo and sinks it into my entrance. My eyes widen at the pain of the intrusion. “Enjoy the feel of it, my pet, and remember me,” he states, using more tape to hold the thing in place.

  Turning his back to me, he saunters up the stairs and through the door. I scream around the gag in my mouth the best I can as the drug becomes more forceful in my system demanding I find release.

  Oh, God.

  This is the worst sort of torture.

  My body isn’t mine right now and I don’t know how to get it back.

  Between the pain of the wounds he’d inflicted and the pain of need, I’m going to go insane before it’s said and done with.

  I need to keep focused on the fact Kenyon’s on his way. He didn’t give up on me. I love the man and I know he’ll help me. He’ll take the pain away. I just need to hang onto my sanity until he gets here.

  Chapter 18

  Kenyon

  It seems to take forever in my mind to get to Tainted Edge. We pull into the parking lot with a squeal of tires. Throwing the car into park, I throw the door open and hop out of the car, not bothering to close the damn thing behind me.

  I stalk toward the door, my mind racing about thoughts of Enya. What she must be going through right now.

  Fuck.

  I hope she can forgive me for what she saw happening.

  Security tries to stop us on approach until Dean steps forward. A face filled with fury.

  “You can ask your boss to come down here,” he snarls, demanding to see Preacher, the owner of this place. He’s a damn weasel that needs to be put in his place. Or better yet, put in the ground. No one likes him and I know Preacher’s trying to cause trouble for another club owner here named Finley. She’s a ruthless woman who could give Kit-Kat a run for her money. She and her men have their style of doing things, though, and wouldn’t want us taking Preacher out.

  Preacher comes into view, his hands clasped behind his back. “What can I do for you, Dean? Why make such a scene in my club? You wouldn’t be thrilled if I did something like this and stormed into your club disrespectfully without a call.”

  “Cut the bullshit, Preacher,” Dean sneers and nods to me. I push through the security fuckwads with Marc and Beau behind me.

  The three of us work our way through the building, searching the first floor, then the second. Not finding Enya anywhere.

  I start to grow furious until I notice something down the hallway leading to the exit. There’s a door that shouldn’t be there. Heading in the direction, Preacher yells at me demanding to know what the hell I’m doing. I didn’t need to open that door.

  I ignore the fucker and head for it anyway. Opening the door, I find it leads down a set of dark stairs. Stepping on the first step, the lights begin to come on.

  Hmm.

  Interesting.

  I take the steps as quickly as I can, hearing Marc and Beau behind me.

  “Oh fuck,” Marc growls when we make it to the end of the stairs.

  My stomach threatens to bring everything I’ve drank today back up since it’s the only contents I contain.

  Strapped to a St. Andrew’s Cross is Enya. Blood coats her front and there’s a ball gag in her mouth. The sounds coming from her are gut-wrenching. I know this will forever be burned into my mind. I swear vengeance on her behalf.

  I move for her, realizing she’s in here alone. The fucker, Preacher, must have told her stepfather we were here.

  The closer I get to her; I notice the duct tape stuck to her skin holding . . . oh shit . . . they put that fuckin’ tape over toys and nipple clamps on her tits.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  Before I do anything else, I remove the clamps from her nipples.

  “Kenyon, there’re three empty syringes over here on this table,” Beau calls out.

  “Bag ‘em just in case,” I order and proceed to help Enya by removing the ball gag from her mouth, cursing at the whimpers coming from her mouth. Each one guts at my stomach and tears my heart up. I feel like I failed her in keeping her safe and seeing her like this.

  Slowly as to not hurt Enya, I gently work at one of the restraints holding her wrists in place. Both Beau and Marc work at her ankles. If I could’ve avoided it, I’d have made sure neither of them saw her body naked and exposed in a way only for my eyes.

  With the last of the restraints removed, Enya falls forward into my arms.

  I cradle her to me, and Enya moans and pants.

  “Kenyon?” she calls my name huskily.

  My cock twitches at the sound of her sex sounds, but now isn’t the time. I’ve gotta get her to the hospital and checked out.

  “Hey, mo lómhara anamchara, I’ve got you now,” I rasp soothingly to her.

  “Please make it stop. It hurts,” she cries through the moans. Her body arching, wanting, and she writhes in my grasp.

  I look to Marc.

  “Knock her out,” I mouth, hating myself for what I’m having my friend do. But I won’t take her like this. No fuckin’ way. She’s my world, and she’d hate me if I allowed this to happen.

  Nodding, Marc does as I ask, grimacing at having to do something to Enya. A woman who’s never done anything but be polite to him and show him kindness. Enya slumps in my arms, and I know she’s out. Although, it doesn’t stop her moans of need.

  “We need to get her to the hosp
ital,” I mutter urgently.

  “What about the shit taped to her?” Beau growls, mentioning the toys stuck to my woman. One of them, I know, is a bullet, the other a dildo that’s been put inside her.

  “I don’t want to hurt or humiliate her any more than she already is,” I state, looking down at my beautiful woman to see her face, even knocked out, is filled with pain.

  “I’ll call Connors and ask her if she’ll meet us at the clinic. It wouldn’t take us long to get there from here if we hit the interstate,” Marc announces.

  I nod in agreement, stalk toward the stairs, and wish I had something to cover her body with. Once we get to the cars, I’ll put my shirt on her.

  When we pull up, Connors meets us at the ER doors to the building with a gurney and two nurses. I place Enya on the bed only to have her whisked away. “I’ll give you an update soon as I can,” she mutters and rushes off behind Enya.

  Sighing, I head for the waiting room. Mitch hands me a shirt as we go, and I throw it on over my naked chest.

  Dean comes in and grimaces. “I suggest you call her father now.”

  “Shit, he’s at my house with my mamma and seanathair,” I grumble, pulling my phone out of my pocket and dial my seanathair’s phone number.

  “You are out very late, Kenyon. I expected to find you home to spend time with your mamma and me. Also, Doran is wanting to meet his daughter,” Seanathair says when he answers.

  “Seanathair, I need you to bring him to the hospital,” I announce, giving him the directions to where to go. I’ll explain the rest of it once I have both of them here.

  “We’ll be there soon,” he says without asking questions and hangs up.

  Nodding to no one, I pull the phone from my ear and put it in my pocket. Taking a seat near the window, I lean forward, brace my elbows on my knees, and hunch over with my head in my hands.

  My thoughts are all over the place while waiting for Connors to let me know how Enya’s doing.

  “Kit-Kat put Ensley in a holding cell for the time being until we figure out what to do with her,” Dean announces, taking a seat next to me. “Enya will be okay.”