Page 15 of Closing on Lynx

“Are you going to take my patch?” Neo asks, a little shake in his voice. I shrug my shoulders and continue to walk. Do I want to take his cut? Maybe, but there has to be a vote in order for that to happen. Do I want to pound the shit out of him? Hell yes, but then every man that was focused on his dick would have to get the same punishment.

“Pres, are you going to take my patch?” Neo yells, as I enter my room and close the door behind me, not bothering to acknowledge him.

Pulling open my laptop, I pull up the email I had for Jessikah. She is still working on my equity takeout to rebuild my house—or at least I hoped she was—or would she walk away from the business she’d built. I stare at the blinking cursor debating what to say to her.

Jessikah,

Sorry doesn’t even begin to cut it. I should have stood up. I should have stepped in and made sure everyone knew that you are mine. And Jessikah, you are mine.

Not having you here beside me is killing me. Knowing you disconnected your phone number to hide again makes me angry and sad. Please, tell me what can I do to fix this?

I’m sorry.

Paul

I close my laptop and lay back on my mattress. Sleep isn’t going to come because she is supposed to be here with me. She is supposed to be under my roof so I can make sure she feels protected. She is supposed to be in my arms so I know she is safe.

Chapter Eleven

Jessikah

“I can’t believe that fucker didn’t stand up for you, Tina’s husband growls as we enter their house.

“I can. Who would want to stand up for a useless piece of ass that gets your ass thrown in jail,” the voice, the words, he’s here and I don’t know what to do.

“Why are you here?” I ask, taking a step closer to Tina and her husband.

He circles his hand in the air. I hear a thud and watch in horror as Tina and her husband crumble to the floor.

“They have nothing to do with this. Leave them be,” I demand, watching him take out a gun and aim it at me.

“Bitch, you don’t get a say in this. You sent me away to jail. Then you took off like you didn’t owe me blood for that. Blood in blood out,” he mumbles, a small shake in his hand as he steps closer and places the end of the gun against my head.

“Kill me, leave them,” I demand, straightening my spine. This needs to end, and end with those two still alive.

He takes his gun and aims to his left, pulls the trigger twice and smiles with malice on his face. “Take the other bitch upstairs and have your way. When you’re done, leave her the way I am going to leave this dumb bitch.”

I watch two men pick Tina up and carry her upstairs. He grips my arm and drags me to the couch, pushing me down and then kneeling in front of me.

“I hated you when we were married. You fucked like an old lady. Now I can have every bitch I want. I am going to take my penance out on your ass and then leave you the exact same way the fucker over there is.” He grips my hair and turns my head to face where Tina’s husband is on the floor, blood oozing from the bullets holes.

Tears fall from my eyes. This shouldn’t have happened. I was supposed to be safe. They scrubbed my old name from every database. R.O.Y.A.L was to protect me, and they failed. Or was it me who screwed up?

“Why?” I ask with quiver in my voice, as he pushes me over the arm of the couch. His hand in my hair holding me so all I can see is the dead body unless I close my eyes. But if I close my eyes, then I can ‘t see the danger that is my ex-husband. Do I want to see it, or do I just close my eyes and dream of safe places where no harm can come to me?

He doesn’t say a word. His elbow digs into my back as he takes something sharp and drags it down my pants, cutting them in half. But he put the blade to deep, so he scratches from the waistband of my pants and down through my ass cheeks. The tip making it feel like one long paper cut.

“Love seeing a woman covered in blood.” He says, taking the tip and pushing a little deeper down the cut. I cry out from the pain of being sliced, but am silenced when he positions my mouth on the corner of the arm. Demanding me to open as he pushes me forward.

He runs his blade along the inside of my thighs, pushing deeper so he draws blood. As the feeling of liquid slides down my body, he groans.

“PLEASE, STOP!” Tina yells. Then silence as the banging and pounding start.

“Awe, listen to that beautiful noise. One dumb bitch becoming a whore, just like you. She gets two bulls, and you get me and my knife,” he mumbles, before slapping the blade against my ass, and plunging the butt of knife into my anus.

I scream, the pain from being torn open, not just from the blade sticking out of my ass, but from his hand opening the gash on my ass wider. The pain is making me weak. I can’t make it stop. I can’t find a safe place to go to in my mind.

“Look at all the blood. No lube needed, you provide your own.” He chuckles as my eyes slide closed. Taking the abuse he is giving me, without ever knowing how he found me.

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