Page 33 of Saving Grace

“So.” He clapped his hands together in front of him. “I have an offer.” He followed his words up by pulling a slip of paper from his suit pocket. He then handed it to me.

I took it. My eyes bucked. it was a cashier’s check made out to Veronica Davis for one million one hundred dollars. I stared at the amount, thinking it odd, but it was the name that worried me enough to ask questions. He knew my real name, he had to know I was no longer going by the Veronica alias. Why would he use it? What was his angle?

He answered before I could ask.

“If you cash it, you’ll have to disappear. My grandson is searching for you under your real name and the name on that check. If he finds you, I will kill you. Mr. Davis’ family also knows you by both names and If they find you, they will kill you for being the reason your husband’s in prison and telling anyone who will listen to him— his family’s business. You cashing that check under that name gives you more incentive to leave as soon as possible and never come back.”

“Deal.” I said as soon as he finished his sentence. The only reason I was still in Florida was because of limited funds. The fifteen thousand I had risked my life for was pretty much gone before I recovered from Marcus’ assault. Atticus’ grandfather had just provided my way out, for good.

Immediately I turned to get out of the car, I didn’t want to be in his presence any longer than I had to, he gave me the creeps, before my hand was even on the door handle, he reached out and stopped me, his hand gripping my forearm he wrapped his finger around the meatiest part. My heart fell to my stomach.

“Look at me.”

I turned and faced him without hesitation. Too scared to not follow the directive.

His hot breath hit my face. “When I say 'disappear, Grace, ' I mean it.”

I understood that he used my real name to let me know exactly how serious he was, deadly.

“I have plans for my grandson, plans that don’t include you or a half breed bastard. Plans that I won’t allow anyone to interfere in. I don’t want to but if I have to I will kill you.” He didn’t blink as he threatened my life. It wasn’t the coldness in his eyes, but the underlying steel in his voice that made me believe every word that came from his mouth.

“Fine, I get it, you want me gone, I’m gone.” I replied trying to keep the attitude out of my tone, at the same time I tried to snatch my arm away. His grip tightened.

“We’re not finished yet,” removing his hand from my arm, he placed it on my jaw. The pressure sent a throbbing ache to my skull, he held me there facing him.

He leaned in, his face mere inches away from mine. His intense gaze nearly reduced me to pleading for him to let me go. It took everything in me to not to make what I knew would be the deadly mistake of snatching away.

My heart continued hammering against my ribcage, It hadn’t slowed since I’d gotten in the car and I was worried that it never would. To my horror my eyes filled with tears because I knew whatever came next would haunt me forever.

“You have more than one job to do to earn that money.”

I couldn't bring myself to ask what the job entailed.

“I know you must have been curious about what that extra hundred was for,” his grip on my face loosened as he glided the pad of thumb across my lips.

“That’s how much the whores charge back home and you have such a pretty mouth, these lips, so plump and inviting. I can’t let the opportunity pass me by. From the first day I saw you I imagined what they’d feel like wrapped around my cock," he paused and smirked darkly, before letting my face go.

I sucked in a shuddering breath.

My indignation rose along with the bile in my stomach, as what was about to happen became clear. I want to jump right out of my skin and into the ether.

I watched in a haze as he eagerly unzipped his pants and release himself from his boxer. He was barely five inches, it flopped out only semi hard and for a few seconds I sat there— just staring at it because I couldn’t do anything else but. He’d unknowingly brought back memories of what happened to me in my momma’s house, those memories caused panic and rage to creep up my spine. At that moment I hated him for making me remember even more than I hated him for what he was about to make me do. I swore I would make him pay one day. But right then— I had already made up my mind to do what he said and I was going to do it without question or a fight, sucking his dick was better than death.

He pulled out his phone and pointed it at me, a light flashed, at that moment I realized he wanted to humiliate me, make it so I couldn’t ever face Atticus.

I’m a survivor. I’d survived Marcus, I’d survived my momma and her husband’s abuse and Atticus’ abandonment. I’d survive this, so when his hand at the back of my neck pressed me forward, I allowed him to.

“Make it good, but quick, I have a wedding to attend.” he breathed heavily.

Letting his dick slide past my lips made me want to gag, but I did it. I was in survival mode. I ignored the animalistic sounds that came after his initial sharp intake of breath as he used his hips to glide himself in and out of my mouth, his dick hitting the back of my throat made it hard for me to breathe. I endured it, the sooner it was over, the quicker I could get the fuck away from him.

As soon as he released and let my head go, I spit the taste of him from my mouth right there on the floor of his expensive vehicle.

I grabbed my purse and burst out the door, I ran towards my car. The entire time I could swear I heard him laughing maniacally behind me, but this time I didn’t look back, too afraid that I would break down right there. I got in my car and drove away without looking in his direction. I didn’t even go to my hotel to get any of my belongings. Everything that mattered to me was already gone, I drove, and I cried. The feelings of humiliation and fear threatened to swallow me whole, but I didn’t stop driving.

Part 2

Grace

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