Page 50 of Hell & Back

“Yeah. You didn’t know?” He stopped and looked at her.

“No. I had no idea. Who the hell—?” She stopped mid-sentence and closed her eyes. “Fuck. Crockett. He’s such a bastard.”

That explained that he supposed. Crockett had put her name on the properties, thinking if anyone took a close enough look, they wouldn’t be able to link it to the Phantom Furies. Luckily, his Kylie was a master computer nerd and did a deeper dive.

“How did you end up down here?”

“Bad luck,” she laughed without humor. “No. My brother was in the club and died. He had a son that I was helping to raise. Oliver. He’s only five years old.” Her smile looked genuine as she talked about him. “Crockett has one of the brothers and his old lady taking care of him. He only allows me small amounts of time to visit him even though I have court papers saying I have custody of him.”

“Can’t the law go in and help you get him back?” And as soon as the words left his mouth, he knew how stupid he sounded. He was in an MC and knew better.

She snorted. “No. If Crockett got a hint that I would even think of doing something like that, Oliver would disappear and I’d never see him again.”

“He’d kill a kid?”

“I wouldn’t put it past him, but no. He’d ship him off to another state to live with a different Phantom family. Now, if you asked if he would kill me… Hell, yeah.” She groaned and closed her eyes, squeezing her legs together.

“I’m assuming they gave you the drug? EZ Lay?”

“Yes,” she moaned again.

“Are you’re unbelievably horny?”

“Yes and it’s getting worse by the minute.”

He scrubbed his face with both hands. “Welcome to my world,” he sighed heavily. “They shot me up with it when I first got here, however many days ago, and they’ve dosed me again a couple more times since then. I feel like my dick is going to blow off. God damn it!” He turned and punched the wall. It was a wonder he didn’t break his hand. “It hurts so bad.” He leaned his forehead against the cold concrete. His body was on fire and the cool temp eased his torment only for a moment.

“Have you tried, you know, jacking off?” Her cheeks blushed at the question.

He turned around to face her once again. He’d try to cover his dick, but he couldn’t stand to touch it anymore. “That’s the beauty of the drug. You can’t get yourself off no matter how hard you try.”

“Have you, uh, tried?”

“Yeah. Several times. That was even after I watched Otis, the guy who used to occupy the cell across from me, try it for hours on end. And then there’s Henry, the guy who used to be in that cell,” he pointed to his left. “He tried to the point of tears until they threw a woman in there with him.”

“What about him?” She hitched a thumb over her shoulder.

“Joe is some poor kid they pulled off the street and forced him to take the drug. So far, they’ve drugged him then immediately given him someone to fuck. That apparently keeps the pain away and once you’ve come half a dozen times, you go back to normal.”

She watched Joe’s sleeping form for a few minutes then asked, “Why would they want to sell a drug that causes people pain? Wouldn’t that be bad for profits and return customers?”

“That’s exactly what I said. As long as you take the drug and fuck within an hour or so, there are no side effects other than coming harder than you’ve ever come in your life. At least that’s what Otis, Henry and Joe tell me.”

Clomping boots announced someone was returning. Who would the torturer be this time? Should have known. Fucking RIP. What could he want now?

“Hey, stud. Got something for ya.” He held out his hand to show him an EZ Lay pill.

“I’m not taking anymore of your shit. You can shove it up your ass.” Darren gripped the bars at the front of the cage, praying RIP would move closer so he could get a hold of him. He’d grab onto his arm and yank him forward, bashing his head into the bars over and over until the fucker stopped breathing.

RIP smiled slowly, already a step ahead of Darren. “You take this pill right fucking now or I give it to the kid and wait several hours before I bring him a woman.”

Joe had sat up on the side of his bed, his eyes full of dread. The kid was scared to death. There was no way he could make Joe take that pill. He was so far down, he believed if they’d had sheets on their cots, he would have hung himself by now.

“Give me the goddamn pill,” he growled and shoved his hand through the bars, palm up.

RIP pulled a gun from behind his back and aimed it at Darren. “Try anything and I’ll shoot your ass, then I’ll fuck hers.”

He closed his fist around the pill and pulled his hand back through. He popped the pill in his mouth and swallowed it dry. RIP made him lift his tongue to make sure it went down. The fucker was going to die.

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