Sweet Jayne (37 page)

Fire rips through me as he pushes his dick into my dry pussy. The metal ball at the end of the hook presses against his large cock through a thin membrane inside of me. This isn’t the first time I’ve endured this type of brutalization so I breathe and focus. Anything to keep my mind off the pain.

Blue, silvery eyes.

I love you, Donovan Jayne.

“Fuck,” Logan grunts behind me and snatches a handful of my hair. “Always such a good slave.”

Amethyst is shuddering as sobs wrack through her. All I can do is pray he comes quickly. He doesn’t try to get me off. His only goal is to savagely fuck me to torment her.

A few moments later and his heat fills me. My entire body relaxes in relief. He’s done—he’s fucking done. When he pulls out of me, he drags me by my hair and tosses me into the floor. I can hear her screaming at him but everything is hazy and confusing. My eyes roll back in my head but I can feel him tying my knees together with rope.

I black out before I even know what he plans to do with her.

Click.

I snap out of my daze the moment the key unlocks the handcuffs. My fingers quickly release her and together, I swim us to the top. Seconds have passed but time is dripping slowly like molasses from a tipped jar. As soon as we hit the surface, I gasp for air.

“K-K-Kasper, she needs help,” I chatter to him.

His strong arms steal her from my grip. The water has risen more and I can’t reach the floor anymore. I’m not sure he can either because he’s struggling to get her back over to the steps. Eventually he’s able to set her down.

“Ames, babe, stay with me!”

M
y life is a lie.

A goddamned fucking lie.

For ten years I hated a woman who just risked her life to save Amethyst. It’s bullshit. All of it. And Logan has been at the root of all of it. His utter fuckedupness. His abusive, asshole, controlling ways.

I laughed.

I fucking laughed when I found out Nadia got what she deserved.

What a nightmare.

“Breathe, Ames,” I murmur against her lips as I blow another huge breath into her lungs.

She makes a gurgling sound, so I quickly turn her head to the side. After a croaking cough, she spews the water she’d swallowed.

“Oh gracias a Dios,” Nadia murmurs from behind me.

“Nadia,” Amethyst rasps. “You’re okay.”

Nadia starts laughing, an incredulous look on her face. “Yes, you loon. You’re the one we were worried about. Thank God you’re okay.”

“Come on, the water’s still rising,” I grunt as I scoop Amethyst’s weak body into my arms. We climb the stairs, and as soon as we emerge into the hallway, Nadia runs toward the back of the house. I wait for her to return, which she does shrugging on a robe, before we head out of the house.

We’re just passing the living room headed toward the door when an infuriated voice roars at us. “Where the hell do you think you three are going?”

I snap my gaze over to lock eyes with the wild, enraged ones of Logan. He’s leaned against the wall, a twelve gauge shotgun pointing at the couch, his chest heaving with fury. His face is hardly recognizable now that it’s twisted into a psychotic red scowl. Kasey sits with the older boy in her lap. Donovan is next to her holding both the baby and the toddler. Both are soaked on the bottom half of their bodies. While my sister seems distraught, Donovan seems three seconds from murdering Logan with his bare hands.

“Game’s over, Logan,” I say through clenched teeth, wishing for my gun that’s in the holster on my belt.

A guttural rattle in his throat, much like a lion about to devour his prey, echoes in the room as he stalks over to the armchair across from them to sit. “This game doesn’t end until I win. I’ve been playing this game for a long time, Ghost. You don’t get to fucking waltz in here and change the goddamned rules.”

I glare at him and grit my teeth.

“Come here, son.” He motions for the older boy to come to him. And shockingly enough, he yanks himself from my sister’s arms and runs to Logan. Logan pulls him to his side and kisses the top of his head. “This is Taylor or Tay as the girls like to call him. He’s your nephew. We named him after your best friend and ‘ol Donovan’s brother. Kase always had a thing for him until he blew his head off, you know.”

“Enough of this.” A growl rumbles from me. “You don’t have to hurt anyone. Let them all go.”

His eyes blacken. “Nobody is going anywhere. In fact, I want you to sit your hero bitch down right at your feet and keep your arms crossed in front of you where I can see them. And Nadia, my pet, I want you at my feet,” he seethes, “where you belong.”

When none of us moves, he waves the barrel of the shotgun at the couch. “What, do I need shoot their fucking brains out for you to obey one simple command?”

At that, I slowly lower a shivering Amethyst to the ground. Nadia hugs her arms to herself, water rivulets dripping from her and splashing to the floor, as she makes her way over to Logan. Once she’s seated, Logan pets her. Fucking pets her.

“Perfect. Now,” he says and cracks his neck. “As I was saying. If you haven’t figured it out yet, I took your sister. Someone responsible had to look after her. Your dumbass stepdad traded her for sex, Kasper. Let Donovan’s dad fuck her for payment. If you ask me, that shit’s messed up. Taylor was smart in smothering ‘ol Frank’s ass.”

I gape at him in shock. “You’re a fucking idiot…”

“No, you’re a fucking idiot. Dear old Donovan and I covered up their father’s death long before Taylor killed himself. He’d asked his brother in his suicide note to come clean about it to the newspapers. To reveal how fucked up his family was. He also wanted to make sure I kept her safe. And I did. She’s been safe ever since.”

I tear my gaze from him and glance over at my sister. She hugs the small boy to her and her chin quivers. Last time I saw her, she had black hair. Now, her natural strawberry blonde hair is cut into a cute bob. Her face is free of makeup making her look every bit as young as she was the day she was taken. But gone is the disdain for the world. The hurt and hate for things others had taken from her. Now, my sister has purpose written all over her face.

“Did you know about this?” I choke out to Donovan.

A muscle in his neck twitches with anger. “What the fuck do you think?”

Logan laughs. “No, dumb shit didn’t know I stole his precious girl right from under him. He kept sending her to me over and over again. Every time I’d see her succulent lips, I’d imagine them sucking my cock—”

“Logan, the children,” Kasey hisses.

He meets her glare and has the sense to look ashamed. “Sorry, Kase. This shit just pisses me the hell off. We had a good thing going until the fucking cavalry showed up.”

I roll my neck on my shoulders. My hands twitch to snatch my 9 mm and put a bullet through his skull. But I can’t risk him hurting my sister.

“Anyway,” Logan continues, his hand reaching out again to stroke Nadia’s soaked hair. “This little doll shows up on my door step wanting to see the file I’d promised. She’d seen my tattoo in the process. Said it reminded her of one she’d seen long ago. When realization and the utter betrayal sunk in, she tried to run. But, my sweet girl here…” He yanks on her hair and she cries out. “She’s got the shortest damn legs. Never made it very far before I dragged her ass back into my house and knocked her upside her pretty little head. That night she finally got her wish. She found your sister.”

“Stop,” I cut him off. “What do you want? I’m already tired of hearing your bullshit story time. Money? Donovan has plenty. I’m sure he’d give you whatever the hell you need to get out of town. You’ve been found out. You can’t hide all of us. Eventually, people will come looking. So what the fuck do you want, asshole?”

He shrugs his shoulders. “I want things to go back to the way they were before you and stepdaddy Donovan over there and your nosy ass girlfriend started prying into my life. I want my family safe and my fuck toy primed and always ready. That’s what I want.”

Nadia’s gaze meets mine and she implores me with her eyes.
I’ll distract him
, she mouths. I nod slightly my understanding, pointing my focus on remaining alert.

“Junior over there isn’t related to you but little Kass is your niece. Kasey has a thing for naming her kids after the ones she loves,” Logan says with a smile and winks at my sister. If I didn’t think I’d get her killed the instant I moved, I’d have already launched myself at him. “But Junior is named after me. Logan Baldwin, Jr. And that boy is a product of Nadia and me. What does that make him to you, Donovan? Your step grandson?”

Donovan’s gaze is on Nadia. Hardened.

“He’s not his grandson,” Nadia says with a cold bite to her voice as her eyes flicker to me and then back to the child on the couch. “What’s your name, baby? What do Mamma and Aunt Kase call you?”

The boy looks up at my sister and she nods. “It’s okay, sweetie.”

“Van.”

Logan snarls. “Excuse the fuck out of me?”

A harsh laugh pierces the air and Nadia looks up at him with venom in her eyes. “That’s right. He’s a junior, but not yours, you psycho prick. He’s Donovan Allen Jayne, II. We call him Van for short. I was pregnant when you dragged me down into that basement. Pregnant with his,” she points at a shocked Donovan, “child.” She glances at me once more and blinks purposefully at me. Yes.

All hell breaks loose in the next instant.

Nadia grabs the middle of the shot gun and drives it upwards. I’ve already drawn my gun when the blast rings out. Ignoring the fact that his weapon was just pointed at my sister, I focus on taking down the perp. He’s no longer Logan, my boss. He’s a psychotic, unhinged, kidnapping rapist. Nadia jerks Taylor into her arms as I tackle Logan. I drive the barrel against his throat as I wrench the shotgun from him.

There is screeching from behind me but I focus on this fucker. I’m going to paint the ceiling with his brain matter. I’ve made the decision to do so when someone tugs at me from behind.

“Please don’t kill him, please Bubba.”

Bubba.

I halt at my sister’s request.

“Why the fuck not? After all he’s done to you and Nadia?” I hiss.

She hugs my middle and I choke back tears.

“He’s my children’s father. Don’t let them see that.”

Logan’s smug stare makes me want to do it anyway. But the image of those three kids having to witness such a horror stops me dead in my tracks. I’m an officer of the law. A good fucking cop. This ends now. And the right fucking way.

Jerking from him, with my gun still trained on him, I start barking out orders. “Donovan, get to my car and call for backup. Kasey, get the girls and the kids out of here.”

She releases me and I wrestle Logan into the floor. I yank my cuffs from my belt and hook them around his wrists tight enough to make him grunt.

“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you? With these rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?”

He doesn’t answer after I Mirandize him but I don’t give a fuck.