I can't do it. There's gotta be another way to save Abby. I know the warehouse inside and out, and if she's locked in his office, all I'd have to do is scale the building and get out. I walk down the hall, back towards the kitchen, my mind reeling.
I place the gun down as I sit, trying to collect myself. This is your only chance, I chastise myself. Be a man. Save your girl.
But I look at the gun, and I know I can't. I stand up, moving for the door to leave when I realize I can't hear the wheezing anymore. I listen intently, straining my ears as I try to catch the familiar sound of safety, but there's nothing.
And then there's only blackness.
Chapter 19.
I don't know how long Kaiden's been gone and I've been left alone in this room. I'm chilly, my tank top and skirt doing nothing to keep out the chilliness of the warehouse and the cold metal chair pressing into me.
I'm still sweating, though, fear and anxiety making me unable to calm down or relax. I don't know what to do, because there's nothing I can do. Just sit and wait, bound to this chair. I don't even know if there's anyone else in the warehouse or if I'm all alone in here.
I haven't heard from anyone, and there's not even a clock to keep me company.
I find myself struggling. Not just with being bound in this chair, not just with being held captive by a drug gang, but even with who I am and who I want to be.
I see myself in college, studying and complaining to a friend about my grades or how hard a midterm was. That kind of thing is supposed to be the most dramatic thing happening to me in my life.
Instead, I'm in love with my step-brother, and I'm tied to a chair, not knowing when or if I'll ever see him again. Tears stream from my eyes, down over my cheeks only to drop onto my thighs, sending another shiver up my spine.
He has to come back.
He's my big brother, my hero.
He protected me from bullies and mean girlfriends. He'd always looked out for me, and then he just wasn't there anymore, but I understand so well why.
At least, now I do. Now I know what he was fighting so hard to resist doing.
But it can't be stripped from us! Not now! Not when we've finally come to terms, finally accepted those long-repressed desires!
I rock myself back and forth in my chair, trying to escape, to move closer to the door. I need to find out if there's anyone else out there. I can't hear anything from in here! The scraping is like nails on a chalkboard, but I ignore it as I shuffle closer and closer to the door. There's a window above it, and if I can tilt myself just so, maybe I can hear...
Though when I get nearer to the door, there's still nothing but the aching silence and loneliness. It has to have been hours since I was left here, the door locked behind the crooked cop. I still don't know how Axel managed to buy off the cops, but they were under his thumb as good as any. I'd thought of the town as the Wild West when I first moved here, but now I know that's truer than ever.
"Help!" I cry out through the gag, though I know it's fruitless. Even if someone could hear me, they weren't going to be my savior.
There's only one person with the power to get me out of here.
"Kaiden," I whimper, not for the first time. I remember back to my time in prison, to the realization that I really, truly love him. That I'd wanted him to rescue me from the trouble I'd gotten myself into, and how he showed up, proud and eager to help.
He didn't even hold it against me, bring it up as a jab. He just accepted it for what it was and let it go.
I rock the chair towards the door, trying to get it hooked under the door knob or break out the glass or something, but I can't do anything. I'm bound too tight, the handcuffs and zip ties digging into my skin and making it turn red the more I struggle. I'm absolutely helpless.
I awake with a start, and I don't even remember falling asleep. My face is wet and feels gross, caked on tears tarnishing my skin. But then I hear the sound that must've woke me up in the first place. In the distance, a motorcycle is revving. It's coming from the opposite side of the building, and one of the broken out windows must be letting in that little bit of sound.
That siren call.
But I don't know it's Kaiden. He runs with a gang of people that all ride bikes, after all. For all I know, that could be Axel returned to punish me for Kaiden's failing to do whatever he wanted.
And what did he want? Was it for Kaiden to...?
I shake my head free of the thought. No, no, Kaiden couldn't do that. I know that he pulled the trigger last night, but it's not the same thing now.
He was trying to protect me.
Just like he's trying to do now.
I can't think like that! Kaiden isn't a killer, he'd find another way.
There's silence again, and I'm left alone to wonder if it was all a mirage, just me hearing things because of how scared I am. My ears strain once more, trying to detect anything from outside, or from in the rest of the warehouse, but there's nothing.
I start rocking my chair again, banging it against the door, trying to draw the attention of whomever it is. I know it's stupid, but I don't have any options!
I need to get out of here, and if only someone could come in and talk to me, well, maybe there'd be a chance!
There's still no sounds, until suddenly I can feel the doorknob try to turn. My chair is lodged in under it, though, preventing it from opening, and I wonder if maybe I shouldn't keep it like that. Keep whoever is out there, coming for me, locked out.
Stay safe in here until I know for sure it's Kaiden.
And then I hear his voice.
"Abby, let me in," he says, and even though he's trying to project his voice loud enough for me to hear, it sounds so exhausted.
I shuffle away from the door, my chair tipping and nearly falling over in the process, but I manage to keep myself up straight.
He rushes in the second I'm free of the door and holds me close, his body pressed to mine awkwardly. He pulls out the wet gag from my mouth.
"The keys," I gasp, motioning to the desk in the corner of the room. "The cop, he put them in there."
Kaiden walks over to it with a limp, and when he turns back to me, I see that his shirt is bloody, a big gash up along his side. I wince in sympathetic pain as he disappears behind me, frantically undoing my handcuffs.
I rub my wrists, the raw flesh so bright red, hurting from being twisted and yanked in my useless attempts to break free. Next he grabs out his Swiss army knife, cutting the bindings on my ankles, and I leap up, wrapping my arms around him.
Tears stream down my face as he peppers my mouth with kisses, holding me tight despite all his bruises and the blood. I'm covered in it as well now, but I don't care.
I'm just so happy to have him back again.
"Come on," he says, guiding me to the door, letting me rest on him.
My body feels all out of sorts, exhausted and sore, and although I know he wants to lift me up and relieve me of the burden of walking, he's too hurt to help more than what he is already.
We make our way to the exit of the building, and there's no one else around. The cop cars are gone, as is Axel's bike, and me and Kaiden are left alone.
Free.
Chapter 20.
My arms wrap around him, the vibration of the bike going through me. I'm so exhausted, but the fact that I have Kaiden back is giving me a second wind.
So when he pulls over at a rest stop and suggests we take a few minutes to clean ourselves up in the bathroom, I know what he means.
I've never been put in so many life-or-death scenarios as I have recently, and it seems almost sick that it makes me want to appreciate life all the more. To clutch onto that bit of happiness I found with Kaiden, and never let it go.
Now that we're finally, blissfully alone, our passion can't be stopped. We need one another like we need air. After getting the keys from the gas station attendant, we both disappear into the cramped and dirty restroom.
I don't even mind as he lifts me up, resting me on top of the sink, spreading my legs as he goes to work at his belt. Quickly that's taken off, and he's pushing my panties to the side and sinking into me. It's only been a few hours since we were last together, and we don't have the luxury of romance.
We're both pressing into one another, unable to contain our need to just appreciate the fact that we're both still alive. That we made it out in one piece, and now, we're free.
His bare cock strikes into my depths as his mouth moves along my throat.
I feel filthy and wrong, my hands clasping the sink as I grind my hips into his, but it feels so right at the same time.
I scream, no longer caring who hears, and he pounds me harder. The tapping digs into my back, and the sink threatens to break under the weight and force of his thrusts.
One of my hands reaches up, wrapping around his neck, nails digging into him as he sucks my skin so hard I know it'll leave a mark. And I want it. I want him to mark me, to claim me as his, body, heart, and soul.
I scream again as he ruts into me, his teeth biting at my skin, my head spinning with desire and need. I can't believe how good it feels being fucked like this, to be handled so roughly, but it's like a celebration of life.
Of just being able to experience such pleasure and pain together in one.
The mirror behind me stabs into my back, tearing my shirt even more, but I don't care. It all just serves as a glorious reminder that we're alive, that we made it, and I wrap my legs and arms around him. He lifts me from the sink, instead smacking my back against the wall as he holds me tight, rutting into me so hard.
His lips are bruising and painful on mine, his every action filled with passion and joy, without consideration for being delicate. And I don't want him to be soft. I don't want him to treat me like a doll.
I need to feel this, to feel him in his unhinged state and truly appreciate what his amazing body can do.
We're a mess of dirt and unwashed hair, the smell of sex rising up off of us as I scream and cry, not caring who can hear.
I want everyone to hear.
I want the whole world to know what a sex god Kaiden is, and that he's all mine.
His hand goes to my jaw, his fingers hard as he explores my neck, my skin, my ear.
His hands knit into my hair, and he brings my mouth back to his, his teeth biting my lower lip, making me bleed, and I can only moan into it. He tastes like my blood, and I press my tongue to his, the muscle vibrating with my constant sounds of pleasure as he takes me hard in the dirty washroom.
I don't know how long we go at it, how many times he whips me around, slamming me from one wall to another. I'm filthy, and dirty, and his as he presses me to the floor, staring down at me as he grabs my thighs and makes my ankles wrap around his throat.
He's never been so deep, never been so hard with me, but I've never been so wet, and that lets him slap in easily.
I feel like he's bruising me all over, my ass, my shoulders, my head, my mouth, and I'm shocked at how much I love it.
How much I crave more.
"Kaiden!" I scream, not caring that there's someone at the door, knocking, telling us to get out right now. I don't care, I want them to hear! To know that I'm being fucked in a slummy restroom by my hot step-brother.
"Kaiden, fuck!" I cry out, and he growls, his hands on my hips, holding me in place. My thighs and legs ache as he stretches them back, forcing me to take him deeper and deeper into my body, his pace all the while growing faster and faster.
I can't believe how much it hurts, how good it feels, and he grabs my breast through my flimsy top.
There's no more delicate pinches, no teasing to his actions. He's serious, his hand gripping my small breast so hard that I know I'm going to have a bruise there, and I scream.
His other hand goes to my clit, not rubbing, just pressing down on it, making those sparks appear before my eyes.
He's like a whole different person. Not the man I knew who took home those random floozies and gave them a good time, not the sweet man who dirty talked me into bed and made me want him.
This Kaiden is an animal, unhinged and raw, and he's simply taking what he needs from my body, what he wants. What I need, what I want. I cry out as the tops of my thighs press against my stomach, trapping his hand in place, and when I open my eyes I see him staring at me with such intensity.
His green eyes move over my face, over my body, down to where his cock is firmly rooted in my pussy and the way my pale skin parts for his ruddy tool. It's so obscene, and so hot, and the man knocking at the door can't stop that, not even as we can hear the keys begin to work in the door. They must have finally got the spare set.
"Hurry!" I beg him, needing my relief, needing to finish this, whatever it is. Whatever primal need that's driving us both on. I fear that if we're interrupted, we'll never recover.
We'll never find our way back.
And he presses my legs back even further as he begins to rub my clit harder and with more ferocity. His rough hand is usually so skilled and careful, but this time, it's brute force to match the rest of him, and I love it.
It sends a jolt down my spine and then the waves of pleasure descend.
I scream as the door clicks above me, opening and knocking me in the head.
"Sir!" The man yelps, looking at the scene of the two of us on the floor, slaves to passion and one another's bodies.
There's no stopping Kaiden, though, not then. He's a wild beast, and his hips keep moving as my pussy squeezes his tool, begging him to come. Begging for him to meet that peak with me.
"Kaiden!" I scream again, and another tremble goes through me, my muscles tightening and massaging his cock, and I can feel it start to swell, warning me of what's to come.
He thrusts in harder as the man grabs at his shirt, trying to tear him away from me, but there's no stopping him.