Anything For Love (4 page)

“Don't worry, Myka, Korbyn and Keegan will
pay,” Jett told me, once we were back in the safety of his living room.

“The cops will get them,” I said. Jett
shrugged.

“Not if I get to them first.” I looked at
Jett.

“Don't do anything stupid,” I told him.

“Don t you worry, sweetheart. They’ll pay.”

“I’m serious, Jett.” Just then, his phone rang
and he went to answer it. I could tell it was Jais. I overheard the words
tomorrow night and Korbyn but that was about it. I sighed, as there was a knock
on the front door.

“Can you get that, Hun?” Jett called to me. I
got up and went to the door. To my shock, Korbyn stood out there.

“Jett!” I cried, but the door flew open and I
was grabbed, something covering my mouth. After a few moments, it all went
black.

“I think she’s coming to, bro,” I heard a
male's voice off in the distance. My vision blurred as I tried opening my eyes.
The voice was familiar, but I was too drowsy to place it.

“Hey baby. It’s nice of you to join the
party,” another familiar voice said to me. I tried to rub my eyes, but I found
my wrists were restrained.

“What the fuck?” I mumbled. Then I felt a pair
of lips press against mine hard as a hand massaged my breasts. I started freaking
out, trying to scream, and trying to fight against my restraints. I was finally
fully conscious and found Korbyn kissing me. My eyes grew wide and I’m sure
they looked wild. When Korbyn pulled away from me, I realized I was in Korbyn s
bedroom. I was tied to his bed, with Korb straddling me and Keegan was over in
the corner. I then noticed two other guys in the room and I gasped. The other
guys were Brady and Kye, the other two members in their band. I was shocked.

Brady was about 6’ and was very skinny. He had
black hair that was short in the back and long in the front. His eyes were an
amazing blue color and he had his lip, nose and eyebrow pierced. He also had
several tattoos. I had considered Brady a good friend of mine, but not after
this. When his eyes met mine, I lost hope.

Kye was about the same height as Brady, but he
was chunky. He had longish black and blond hair and dark brown eyes. Kye had
several tattoos, as well. Him and I had been really good friends and I had been
able to talk to him about everything. When my eyes met his, he looked away,
almost pained. I scowled, but was slapped across the face. My eyes darted back
to Korbyn, but I noticed that then Brady looked away.

“Bastard!” I cried and Korb slapped me again.

“You're mine, Myka. Mine!” Korbyn screamed at
me. “And since you're mine...” He grabbed a knife from the bedside table and I
swallowed hard. “I can do this.” Korbyn cut my shirt up the middle. It was
actually Jett's shirt, but it still pissed me off.

“You asshole!” I yelled, squirming. He slapped
me again. Keegan approached the bed.

“C'mon bro. Let me have at her”, Kee begged.
“Please?” Korbyn snickered and climbed off of me, then cut off my pants the
same way he did my shirt. He was pleasantly surprised to see that I wasn’t
wearing panties underneath. Keegan shoved his fingers inside me. I screamed.

“Shut up, Myka,” Korbyn said plainly. I
watched Brady leave the room, and I could tell he had tears in his eyes.

“Brady!” I called after him, but Keegan's
fingers grew rougher inside me and turned my attention back to him.

In horror, I watched Korbyn lower his face to
where Keegan's fingers were. Suddenly his tongue was moving in unison with
Keegan s fingers. I screamed, tears streaming down my face as I bucked under
them to try to get them off of me. I looked over at Kye, pleading him with my
eyes as I sobbed. The look in his eyes was pure fear. Kye shook his head and
shrugged. Korbyn grabbed my face in one hand and forced me to look at him, as
he straddled me once again. Keegan moved up next to my head, rubbing himself
all over my face. I tried getting away from it but it was no use.

“I love you, Myka,” Korbyn told me, as he
pushed inside me.

“Then why are you doing this?” I asked him,
sobbing and squirming.

“Because you re mine. I can do whatever I want
with what's mine,” Korb replied. “If you’re going go off, carousing with other
guys, why can’t you do it with my brother, my band mates and I?”

“I don't 'carouse with other guys'!”  I
cried. He slapped me, laughing harshly.

“No? Well.” Korb climbed off of me and Keegan
climbed on. This time, he slid inside me. I was sobbing. “You don't want me or
my brother, but you seemed to want Brady. So, Brady!” Korbyn called for Brady
then and Brady slowly walked back into the room.

“Yea, Korb?” He asked.

“Myka wants you. Come here,” Korbyn told him.
I looked up at Brady as he walked over to us. His eyes met mine and looked at
me reassuringly. I scowled at him. “Let him have her, Keegan.”

The twins climbed off of me to let Brady climb
on top of me. My breathing turned into short gasps as Brady straddled me. It’s
not like he was heavy. I mean he was like 100 pounds when wet. It was because I
was scared. Korbyn and Kee decided to take care of themselves as they watched,
but Kye left the room. It looked like he decided he didn’t like this after all.
Brady bent over, brushing his lips over my neck gently. I shivered. His lips
reached my ear.

“I called Jett,” Brady whispered, but it was
barely audible. “I’m so sorry, Myka. I didn’t know they were doing this to
you.” He moved his lips across my throat to my other ear. “Jett is on his way,
honey. I'll do this for as long as I have to so they don't touch you.”

Fresh tears streamed down my cheeks. Brady
wasn’t going to hurt me. He was actually doing all he could to protect me.
Hell, Brady called Jett! He didn’t know what Korbyn and Keegan had done. He
didn't realize they were going to do this. I felt slightly relieved. Brady
moved his hand down between the two of us. I felt and heard him pull down his
zipper and my eyes widened. Yet to my surprise, he didn't violate me. He just
made it look like he was.

“Yes,” Korbyn moaned. I couldn't see Korb, but
I could hear his hand at work. I closed my eyes, more tears streaming down my
face.

“Jett should be here any moment now,” Brady
whispered in my ear again. He was rubbing against me like he was making love to
me and was real gentle about it. Not rough like the twins had been.

“Maybe you should be more convincing,” I
whispered back to Brady. He looked at me confused and I raised my hips up to
his. “I know you want to.”

I kissed Brady then, nibbling on his bottom
lip, tugging on his lip ring. Brady moaned. He sat up, and positioned himself
carefully, before gently sliding inside me. I cried out in pleasure, bucking
against him.

“But, Jett,” Brady whispered in my ear as he
nibbled on it. I shivered again.

“Don't worry about it. Jett's not exactly my
boyfriend. He can't say anything. Except get jealous because we haven't had sex
yet,” I whispered back. Brady froze, his hips pressing hard into my own. His
eyes met mine.

“You mean, you were true to Korbyn this whole
time?” Brady continued to whisper. I nodded.

“I don't cheat.” I bucked up against Brady and
he closed his eyes as he bit his lip. He started thrusting again. “You and
Keegan are the only other guys I’ve been with.” Again, Brady stopped.

“If you don't want to, I'll stop,” he
whispered against my neck as he nuzzled it. “I never wanted to rape you.”

“You're not, Brady,” I whispered back,
smiling. “I've wanted you for so long.” Brady seemed to be in shock, his eyes
gazing deeply into mine. I nodded. He thrust into me even harder, as his hands
worked at my wrist restraints. Keegan and Korbyn didn't seem to notice.

“I knew you liked this, baby,” Korbyn said to
me. I shivered, but Brady's lips against my neck settled me. “C'mon, Brady.
Really give it to her.”

“Let me do this my way,” Brady replied through
gritted teeth. “I've got her wrapped right around my little finger.”

For a moment, something strange flashed in
Brady's eyes and it kind of scared me. I tensed beneath him, glaring at him. He
shook his head, thrusting harder and faster. I felt my wrists go free. Brady
had managed to untie my restraints.

“Brady,” I moaned, wrapping my arms around his
neck. Keegan and Korbyn hadn't seemed to notice.

“I'm getting close, Myka. What do you want?”
Brady whispered. I moved beneath him faster. “Myka!”

“Do it, Brady. Just go,” I moaned softly. He
stiffened and as he went, we heard the front door crash open. I kept bucking
against Brady, but the other guys ran out of the room to see what was
happening. Brady's eyes met mine before he kissed me. Of course, I kissed him
back. That night, he was my knight. He saved me. If Korbyn hadn't made Brady
get on top of me, the twins would have done worse. Hell, they just might have
killed me.

After a moment, I went as well, screaming
Brady's name. My whole body shook as Brady gently kissed my neck. I could hear
Korbyn and Keegan screaming and swearing, as Kye told them to just shut up.
Brady gently pulled out and climbed off of me. He untied my feet and helped me
off of Korbyn's bed. Just then, Jett came charging into the bedroom.

“Myka!” Jett cried in relief. He waved a gun
at Brady. Brady put his hands up. I went over to Jett.

“Jett. Baby. Brady saved me,” I told Jett,
hugging him. Jett slowly lowered his gun. “You didn't hurt, Kye, did you? He
didn't do anything wrong, either.” Jett shook his head.

“I came for Korbyn and Keegan, just as Brady
said,” Jett explained. “Thank you, Brady. Thank you.” Brady nodded. I went over
and hugged Brady.

“Yes. Thank you, Brady,” I thanked him,
smiling slyly. He smiled at me.

“You guys are welcome. And, Myka?” I looked up
at Brady. “I will do anything to help you. Even testify against Keegan and
Korbyn.”

“Lie?” Jett asked.

“What?” Brady replied with a question.

“Nothing,” Jett said quickly. He grabbed my
hand and led me out of the house.

I awoke the next morning, back on Jett's couch,
but this time, Jett was sleeping on the floor next to me. I studied him as he
slept. His chin-length black hair covered his face as he slept on his left
side, facing me. I carefully tucked his hair behind his ear. Jett's beautiful,
long lashes looked like tiny black halos framing his eyes. His skin was
extremely pale, and he often got questioned about being a vampire. Yet that
never crossed my mind. Jett was my angel. He had protected me for so long.

I quietly stepped over him and went over to
where my black denim jacket sat on the back of a chair near the door. Pulling
out my cell phone and Detective Royce s card, I quickly dialed his number. I
tiptoed into the bathroom and shut the door, so I could talk to him privately.

“Royce,” he answered almost immediately.

“Hi, Detective Royce. It's Myka. Myka
Marsters,” I spoke softly.

“Hey, Myka. Is everything okay?”

“No. I was abducted again last night. Abducted
by Korbyn. He took me back to the place we shared,” I started.

“Did he hurt you?” the detective seemed
genuinely concerned.

“Yes.”

“Do you want to come down to the precinct and
tell me about it?”

“I'd rather just say it over the phone. I'm at
Jett's. He saved me again last night, but he doesn't know what exactly
happened,” I told Detective Royce honestly.

“I would like it if you came down to the
precinct,” he told me. I nodded to myself.

“Okay. I just have to wake Jett up,” I told
him.

“Do you need another rape kit done? I could
just meet you at the hospital,” Royce offered.

“I probably could,” I started.

“Myka? Where the hell are you?” I heard Jett
cry from the living room, sounding scared.

“I have to go, Detective Royce,” I said into
the phone.

“Please. Call me Oliver.” I smiled.

“Oliver. I like that.”

“Please talk Jett into bringing you down here
for me,” he said.

“Myka!” Jett cried again, seeming to grow
frantic.

“At least call me back and tell me what
happened,” Oliver begged.

“I will. Thanks.” I hung up.

“Myka!”

“I'm in here, darling. I was on the phone. I
didn't want to wake you,” I explained, coming out of the bathroom. Jett ran
over to me and wrapped his arms around me.

“I thought I lost you again. I would kick
myself if I ever let that happen again,” Jett whispered. When I pulled away, I
saw that he was crying. I was kind of shocked. I changed the subject, feeling
guilty for what had happened to me.

“I called Oliver. Err, Detective Royce.” Jett
looked at me wide-eyed.

“What? Why?” he seemed a little upset. I
scowled.

“Because he told me to call if they came near
me again,” I snapped. Jett grabbed his hair in fists. “What did you do, Jett?”

“I saved you! That's what I did!” he yelled at
me. I stepped back. Jett had never yelled at me before. Then something hit me.

“You had a gun last night, Jett. Where the
hell did you get a fucking gun? Why did you have a gun? What did you do?” I
screamed back at him.

“I didn't do anything! I beat them up! That's
all!” At that moment, my phone rang.

“Hello?” I answered it. Jett went into the
bathroom, slamming the door. I sighed heavily.

“Myka? Is that you?” It was Detective Bensley.

“Yes, Detective. It's me.”

“Detective Royce said you called him. Is
everything alright?” She asked me.

“No. I’m trying to get Jett to bring me in so
I can talk to you guys,” I told her.

“Okay, Myka. We’ll see you soon, then.”

“Of course, Detective.”

“Ellie. Please call me Ellie.” I smiled. I was
on a first name basis with two detectives? I must have been good.

“Thanks. Ellie. Bye.” I hung up. Jett came out
then.

“Who's Ellie?” He questioned.

“Detective Bensley,” I answered. Jett headed
to the stairs to go to his room. “Will you take me down to see them?”

“If I have no other choice.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I
asked him.

“Nothing.” He went on up the stairs and I went
into the shower.