Page 57 of Jack

Struggling with the trash bags, I manage to open the door, and walk down the short alley to the large dumpsters that are collected each day. It is refreshing to see that the people in the area want to keep the place looking clean and tidy, especially since we are in a high tourist area.

Putting one bag on the ground, I push open the larger dumpster and heave up the bags one at a time. I make sure to close it, to make sure that no little animals get drawn to it or can get inside and eat what is in there.

I hear a scuffle behind me, and it gets my immediate attention, but before I can turn around to see what it is, a hand is placed over my mouth, silencing my call for help.

Well done, Lilith, now look what has happened.

Jack is going to be so mad at me for putting myself in this position.

“Quiet, bitch.” My eyes flash open at the familiar voice.

I stare into the muddy brown eyes of my ex, Christopher.

“You thought that fucking scumbag biker would stop me from getting to you? Wrong, sweetheart, you belong to me. I will always get to you.”

I struggle against his hold, but my back is slamming into the wall, and I cry out a muffled sound thanks to the firm grip he has on my face. I can feel the textured wall digging into my skin, and I pray that it doesn’t break the skin.

The look in Christopher’s eyes is cold and distant, a look that I have never seen before. Cocky, cunning, and slimy yes, but never cold and cruel like he is now. He has aways known whatto say at the right time to make things better or worse, and I was stupid to fall for it for so long.

Seeing him like this makes my heart hurt that I wasted so much time on him.

I shake my head to dislodge his hand and when he eventually pulls his hand back, I ask him what I want to know.

“Why are you doing this, Christopher?” I cry, tears flowing down my face; there is no way I can stop them.

He smirks and, for once, I see the cruel man behind it, not the handsome man I once thought he was.

“You do not get to leave me, sweetheart. Only I say when it is over.” He leans in, dragging his nose up my neck and jawline, making me shiver in disgust.

My stomach swirls, ready to puke all over him.

“I have been watching you, baby. I learned that you have been letting that dirty piece of shit stick his dick in what belongs to me.”

“Belongs to you? You cheated on me, repeatedly; you married my cousin, for fuck’s sake.” Anger builds at his words but also a vile feeling fills my veins thinking of the other women he slept with.

“You never wanted me, Christopher. You liked the idea of having a doll on your arm who is obedient, and fucks like a dead fish— your words, remember?”

“Watch your mouth. You never spoke such vile words when you were with me. He is poisoning you.”

I laugh, my eyes narrowing while I look at him.

He is freaking out of his mind if he thinks that Jack is ruining me. Well, he is, but in a good way; he is making sure that I do not leave him because he owns my heart and body.

Christopher is all about ego and power, so I know what to say that will piss him off. I know that I should not taunt him, but Iam tired of him and others thinking they can walk all over me. I pull my shoulders back, then look him right in the eyes.

I pull in as much fake bravado as I can, then I speak my mind.

“No. He is making me feel things that you never could. When Jack fucks me he makes me scream his name in pure ecstasy. You are an afterthought, buddy. Now go back to your wife, I am sure that she is wondering where you are.”

He snarls at me, the one side of his lip curls at my words but I hold firm. I cannot let him see that he is getting to me anymore, he thrives on it.

“My wife is not your concern, but who you fuck is, or should I say shacking up with. I see that boy.” My body freezes at the mention of Dominic. “He is a cute kid. I bet that with the right threats and pressure he will roll over on the club, even his daddy. It is always the young ones who you can get to bend and shape into little tattletales.” He grins like he is proud of himself for using young kids to do his dirty work.

“You leave him alone,” I whimper, my bravado, even as fake as it was, slips down the drain close by.

Christopher chuckles darkly, making my stomach twist tightly.

“Nah, sweetheart, I don’t think I will, unless you leave that biker and take my cock again.”

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