Charged (22 page)

Georgia

“
H
ello, sweetheart. Nice to see you.” 

Fuck. 

“Jack,” I say tightly, and with great fear as I see Ryker standing to the side, wearing a look that says ‘shut up’.

“How about we have a chat, just the three of us, eh?” Jack motions to the chairs at the bar with a gun. “And how about a coffee after my long drive out here.”

Ryker moves slowly as I start the stove up, bypassing me with a look that say more than words. He sits on one of the bar stools on the far side of the room, giving me room to move around the kitchen; in essence he’s adding a barrier between Jack and I. 

“So I was right about the whore. I thought I taught this
fuck
better.” Jack turns, then rails a punch to the side of Ryker’s chest, clipping him hard. Right where he was hit by Clit with the bar earlier. Ryker is visibly trying to calm his frayed temper, slowing his breathing from the pain and sitting there taking the abuse. A gun pointed at your head will do that.  

“I told you she wasn’t who she said. I told you to fuckin’ leave her be!” Jack yells. he rears back, clocking Ryker with the butt of the gun, leaving blood trickling down his face. I reach for a cloth at the sink, but Ryker signals me with his eyes to leave it be. Shit, we really are off worse than I thought. Jack’s a menace, and just another fucking psycho like my dad.

As I stand there, shell-shocked, I wonder what will he do to Ryker, to me — to me; God, I don’t really give a shit about me anymore. I make a quick vow to myself that I’ll do everything to keep Ryker safe from the likes of Jack. Anything. 

Tapping the butt of the gun to his head gently, he pins me to the spot with his eyes. “I don’t give a shit if Ryk’ fucks all of the continental United States. When you walked in though,
oh,
I knew you would be trouble right away.” He smiles a devious, and purely sadistic sneer that sends shivers coursing down my spine. “Damned ugly hair dye did shit to hide who you are. So let’s cut the pleasantries and get right to it shall we, Georgia.”

I knew he knew! Fuck me, I’m pissed off at myself for so many reasons. I had a chance at a new life given freely from by mother, by the FBI, and by WITSEC. I had numerous chances when I caught wind of them on my tail and I’d fucked up this time. I shouldn’t have broke my number one rule; don’t get involved. Short term fuck buddies only. 

I should have gone with my gut feeling when I saw him splayed across my engine with Kendra, and I should have stayed away. But, no…I had to want the
manwhore.
I thought he could be fun and might be worth the time, but death lurked in the dark. I hate that I was given a glimpse of what passion is, and as Ryker sits with a gun pressed to his ribs, a cut bleeding down his naked chest, I’m playing ‘Mrs. Cleaver’, making coffee for Jack. 

I should have cleared out once I got the willies from him. He increased the tiny chills up my spine that I get when I’m close to something dangerous exponentially. With him it felt like ice water coating the entire surface of my body, and I should have stolen a car then, and ran as fast as I could.

“Would you like cubes of sugar with your cup of kiss my ass?” I ask sugary, my voice laced with contempt and sarcasm, but sweet none the less. 

“Wow, you can pick ‘em can’t you, kid.” Jack cackles a deep, harsh, evil Disney villain kind of laugh as he punches Ryker. “I tried to keep you out of shit, and you just fucking dove right into the worst scenario you could possibly find.”

I feel it deep in my soul as I watch Ryker wince silently. He’s holding back his fury; he wants to unleash it. His eyes light up with vehemence, and I hope I can get him to understand I’m not worth the fight. 

And here’s the rub; will Ryker hold his own, or will Jack fuck him up?  After watching he and Clit earlier, I know that Ryker is holding back. Is it because of me? Is it out of fear of Jack, or is it just because a gun is involved?

All of this goes through my mind as I stand there staring at Jack, taking in the nuances, looking for his weakness — hoping for an edge. I don’t want him to see fear in me, because I don’t fear him. I only fear the idea that he’s called GF. 

Actually, I’m afraid he’s going to punish Ryker for helping me. That’s my real fear. I can handle GF, but I can’t handle someone else’s death on my account. That’s when I realize it. “That’s why, isn’t it?” I speak it out loud. I give the fear a home as I let it settle in my heart. Knowingly this time; I won’t get away. 

“Why what?” 

“Why GF is coming here. The Bird is a distraction. You called him.” I wait for his answer but I already know what it will be. 

“Smart girl you got here, Ryk.” He smiles menacingly. “I hope she was a good fuck.” I want to vomit.  “I’d hate that you had a sloppy dead fish fuck before I put a bullet in your skull. That’d be a damned awful shame.” To think this may be the last time I see the light of day, and I’ll have Jack in my sights after he murders Ryker. 

Fantastic.

“How about that coffee, girl? The kettle’s about to fuckin’ squeal. Let’s not get to that, eh.” 

Deciding it will give me time to think this through, I give him my back. I have no choice based on how the room is laid out, but I don’t like it. Turning off the stovetop, picking up the brass kettle, pouring the steaming water in to slosh with the grinds, I
want
so badly
to throw it. But he’s a smart fucker, he’ll just hide behind Ryker. Deciding not to, I stir the drink, pass it across the counter, and step back. 

Leaning on the far granite, closest to the doorway, I put space between us because even though I think he wants me dead, I don’t honestly think he’ll kill Ryker. Though he obviously has no qualms of hurting him, which makes him more dangerous.

Jack raises the steaming mug, blows on the edge then takes a big gulp of the brown liquid. I look over at Ryker.  The blood now settles on his left eye, and even if he could take a swing at Jack, I bet he’s seeing stars. Twenty years of hiding, running, wearing cheap ass shoes, and fucking hiding out in my car — with no a/c, and no radio — comes down to this moment. What was it worth? 

“Can I getting dressed, or do you have other plans?” I snap. I know it’s ballsy, but fuck it. What do I really have to lose if I’m going to die anyway?

Jack let’s out a sinister laugh, and I feel maggots crawl across my skin. “You were right to fuck this one. She must’ve been full of fire and spit.” Shoving Ryker into the counter jokingly, like we’re just having a friendly chat, he sneers a leering smile. Darkly he says, “Yeah, I have plans for you.” 

Great. Thought so. “I bet you do.” 

Jack licks his lips, looking the length of my body, settling his eyes on my chest. “Do you like it rough? Do you like it when you’re told what to do, and how to fucking do it? I bet you like it hard and
really
rough. After you left your family —” 

“I didn’t
leave
my family. I was fucking shot, then left for dead in a car that was on fucking fire! And if you think my life was cushy, you’re sorely mistaken. I’ve had to endure pricks worse than you could imagine.” This guy is a fucking dick. Pulling his lower lip, twisting it, obviously thinking out his next move, he looks at me with that dirty old man glare. Oh, that one I’ve seen enough over the years to hate, and I know what comes next. 

Crossing my arms over my chest, which really doesn’t help my situation because it makes the tee rise, I internally thank Ryker for tearing my panties to shreds. He gave me mind blowing sex, but I have the feeling it all will be erased with a disgusting moment. 

Standing there, I await his command. I know it’s the one that no amount of pleading will change.

“Strip.” And there it is. Quiet, demanding, and laced with evil, I decide I’m not going to make this easy for him. 

“No.” I stand firm. 

Butting the barrel of the gun to Ryker’s head he asks again, not so nicely. 

“I want to see if you look as nice naked as your whore mother did.” The shock must be visible on my face as Jack runs his tongue along his teeth, grinning. “Oh, I knew her, and I saw her naked many times, sweetheart. Don’t you worry about that. She was a good girl too, or at least for a while, until we made her a bad girl.” 

I look to Ryker, looking for any sign that
I
should go against the grain. That crystal blue eye, the one that can still see, doesn’t shine with hope. Instead, someone I thought that would fight for me isn’t moving a muscle. Hanging his head, Ryker looks to the floor silently and detached. 

The move isn’t lost on Jack “Thought you’d get help? Wrong boy for that. I beat this one down so often, he won’t strike against me.”

“You know the problem with guys like you?” I state smugly.  

“What, sugar?”

“The beat dog eventually rises against its hardened master.” 

Jack smiles, motioning with the gun for me to remove the shirt. I take in a deep breath, letting it out slowly, and begin raising the shirt. I’m not going to give in easily, and I’ll draw this out for as long as I can. Hopefully he’ll get frustrated and slip up with the gun, or Ryker will rise up like I’d hoped. I thought Ryker was tougher. I thought he would be the hero. It seems I was mistaken.

Bunching the material up, it starts to crease in my hands as it rises closer and closer to my uncovered pussy. I can feel the cool of the room as it licks my still wet skin. It adds to the fear.

“Come on. Be a good whore. Raise the shirt and give me a look at that sweet pussy that ensnared Ryker. It must be amazing and taste like fucking strawberries for him to bring you here. Did you know that Ryker doesn’t bring pussy back to his house? He fucks them everywhere but here. Keep the detritus from your door, I told him, and he’s listened until now.” 

The shirt is now high enough that I can feel the rush of it swaying against my belly button. Jack whistles. “Damn, Ryker, that is one sweet looking pussy.” He bumps him on the arm, this time though he drops the gun arm lower. I figure it’s mission accomplished if he relaxes enough for Ryker to strike, so I keep going.  

“I don’t have all day, Georgia. We do have an appointment after all. Lift it off or our boy here feels the sting of my knuckles again.” So I was right I’m going to my dad.

Great. 

I lift it a bit more, pulling my one arm through, and then over my head before it falls down my other arm to rest in my hand. I stand there on display, naked and unfortunately still wet from my moment with Ryker. 

Jack croons low, “Give us a turn darlin’,” motioning with the gun, asking me to twirl around like a marionette. I huff, placing the shirt on the counter, and turn slowly so he can inspect the goods. 

God, how often have I done this? 

How often have I been degraded and felt so useless in the hands of men that were there to protect me? I know he likes what he sees, and when I turn back to face them, Ryker’s face is raised from the floor with a twitch in his jaw and a look of menace. Jack on the other hand has stepped around to stand beside him. The gun is low enough now that if he went for a shot, it would glance off Ryker’s arm or hit him in the leg. Nothing that would be life threatening anymore, thank the graces, but this little display is giving us the distraction and opportunity to turn the tables if Ryker has the ability to go balls deep and fight Jack. 

“What’s next, Jack? You wouldn’t be the first pervert to take their due with me, and as soon as you give me to GF I doubt it will be the last either. So, get your fill and get on with it before the goods are used up.” I stand there with my hand on my hip pulling my hair away from my face to showcase my erect, cooled nipples. 

I can do this, I can do this
I chant. Fight, for as long as you can Georgia, fight.  

“Stay here, boy. I’d hate to have to fucking kill you after all the work that’s gone into you.” He motions to Ryker as he passes the counter’s edge. His hulking form stands above me and it’s clear he’s still strong, and still virile, as his jeans tent. Jack takes my hand, leading me down the hall to Ryker’s bedroom and I almost want to vomit. 

The thought that he will take me against my will — in the same room that I let go of my inhibitions, not four hours ago with care and passion — has my head swimming. Now it will be by force with pain and a certain degree of disgust in myself. I know I’ll like it; I have before. The danger and the loss of control is a desperate line between enjoyment and cruelty. 

Jack pushes me forcefully into the room before shutting the door, locking it and pulling at the leather belt around his waist. 

“Do you want to be tied up? I like it when they scream, but if you’ll do it willingly then I don’t need to restrain you. Give me the satisfaction of you willing to scream your orgasm and your pain, and I’ll make sure you like it.” He pulls the belt free as he unbuttons his Levis’. The zipper opens to pull free his cock.

Running his hand up and down in languid motions his cock springs forward, he licks his lips, joy clearly written on his face. He steps out of the jeans, letting them fall to the floor.

I carefully step back until I’m caged in against the sides of the bed. I have no choice in this, there will be no warning, no lube, no condom, just rough unbridled rape. By the sadistic glee in his eyes, I have the feeling more than one orifice will feel his cock release its putrid seed today. By the end of the night I could be pregnant with his horrid child. At least I won’t live to see it grow to fruition.