Page 118 of Ruin

I found a chat room with people who liked the same stuff as me. No one judged me. No one called me crazy, because we’re all alike. We liked the same things.

We all gave each other ideas. Talked each other out of doing anything stupid. For me I spoke to someone a few times because there were times I wanted to hurt Trixie to the point she might have died. It was the last thing I wanted to do, because I love her. But when she did something to piss me off, being able to jump into a chat room and talked to some of my friends, they helped me through what was happening in my head. I had to remember she was still a kid, and that she will learn what I like.

That’s where I met Brad. Both of us took the leap to meet in person because we were both in the same situation. He has his own little Trixie, and we talk to each other every day about things we do, or want to do. He’s the one who gave me the idea of putting a baby in her because then she will always be mine.

And I did put a baby in her, but the stupid girl got an abortion, I wasn’t fucking happy about it. I wanted to kill her for hurting my child. It was the online group who talked me out of hurting her. They reminded me she’s just a child, and her having a baby at such a young age would get people talking, and alert the cops. They reminded me I needed to wait until she’s a little older. So, I was waiting for her to finish high school, then leave this state and start a family with her.

But now she’s run off withhim.

“What did you find?” I ask, once the bartender places our drinks down and walks away.

“Still can’t believe you let a high schooler take your property.” Brad takes a sip of his drink, and I snap my head to face him. “Calm down, you’ll get her back. I was asking around about him at the strip club, and someone heard me talking and almost knocked me out.”

“What?” I wish he would get to the point, I don’t need his whole day's information.

“This guy asked me how I know Declan. I told him I don’t, and he didn’t like my answer. He grabbed me by the collar and dragged me out to the back street and slammed me against the wall. Fucking hurt it did. He asked how I know Declan. I told him I don’t, but my friend does. They’ll be here in five minutes to talk to you. They want his head, so I think it will work in your favor.” Brad gets back to drinking his beer and watches the group of women who I had my eye on too.

One of them will get drunk enough for us to take advantage of them, but if I can get Trixie back sooner than I thought, I think I’ll wait. I need to save all my swimmers for her, because the moment I get her back, I’m going to be taking her every second I can and making sure I get her pregnant again.

I'm excited at the thought of having her back. She’s going to taste even better, but the first thing I’m going to do is make sure she forgets his touch. The smile spreads on my lips thinking about her fighting me as I fuck her over and over. Even when her body gives up, I’ll still be fucking her.

“Here he is.” I look up at the door where Brad is pointing. There’s a tall guy in a suit walking through the door. He has more men around him than I think he needs, I just want my girl back.

“Mr. Riley.” He puts his hand out for me, and I take it. “I hear you can get me the man I want. What's the price?”

Straight to business I see. He takes the whiskey placed in front of him and drinks the whole thing in one go.

“My price?” I ask him then look at Brad, before turning back to him. “I don’t want money.”

“Then what do you want?” He sits down on the stool next to mine, and he looks over at his man.

“He took my girl, and I want her back. You give me the girl, unharmed, and he will come for her. It's all I want.” I finish my beer, and wait for him to say something.

He looks like a man who can get what I want, and a man who isn’t scared to get his hands dirty while doing it, either. I didn’t have a plan, and I think it was going to take me some time to think about what I need to do to get her back. Now I have a chance of getting her without doing any of the hard work.

“What does she look like?” he asks, and I take my phone out to show him a picture of Trixie. However, I’m not sure I have one where she’s not crying or where I’m not fucking her. He doesn’t look like a man who will judge me, but still I don’t want to risk it. There has to be one on here where she’s sitting at the dining table, or watching TV. Shit, there isn’t, fuck it. I show them a picture of her sleeping.

He takes the phone from me, and takes a better look, raises his eyebrows at me. Yes, he’s judging me, now the question is will he comment on the age difference, or the fact she’s crying in the picture.

“Give me your number and I’ll call once I have her. But if he doesn’t come for her, then I’ll hunt you down.” He slaps the phone back into my chest, and snaps his fingers to his men. He leaves the bar and I can’t stop my smile getting bigger than it already is.

Oh Trixie, you’ll be mine again, and I can’t wait.

* * *

Fuck, she’s still the same. Her fight is still the same. Her lips still feel the same. Fucking her, like always, is the most special time between us. I stand up, zipping and buttoning up my jeans, as I go to move the hair from her face. She moves away from me.

“I didn’t want to hit you, but you didn’t give me any other option.” I try to make my voice as soft as I can. I know she’ll be scared of me, but she was fighting so much I didn’t know what else to do. I didn’t want to tie her up, but the fight was only making me harder.

She pushes herself to the corner of the room, looking anywhere but at me and I hate it, she looks out the window and I laugh.

“You can escape, but you’ll only be able to run into the acres and acres of woods. You won’t find your way out, and there isn’t another cottage for miles.” Trixie wipes the tears away and shakes her head.

I walk over to her and kneel in front of her. “We can be a happy family now. Me, you and hopefully our baby after today. But we’ll try repeatedly, every day.” She kicks me hard on the leg, making me lose balance. “I’m going to put that anger down to being tired, and hungry. After what we just did-” I stop when she spits in my face. That pisses me off. So, I grab a handful of her hair and pull her face closer to mine. “There is nowhere for you to go. You’re mine. I always told you, you’d be mine forever. Get fucking used to it.” I push her back into the corner hard enough for her head to hit the wall, but she doesn't make a sound about it.

Now that I know she can talk, I'm going to make sure she screams for me. We will have fun together, it will take her time, but she will be happy soon.

THIRTY-FOUR

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