Page 67 of Twisted Bonds
"I-I can't. It's a bit tight. We were going to have it re-sized when he got back. I need lotion or soap to remove it."I had begun with a stutter.
"That's too bad. Looks like we will have to cut the finger off then."I can still hear the smirk Dante had in his voice when he spoke those words.
"I have a better idea,"Luca spoke up."Fuck yourself with that finger and lube it up nicely. We'll get it off that way."
"Oh, good idea, brother."
I remember the whimper I let out at the thought of having to do that, not only in front of the brothers but the Marine driving the car was also well aware of what was happening. My eyes met his in the rearview mirror, and instead of showing any kind of remorse, his eyes danced with amusement. I knew then that I was truly stuck with those depraved brothers.
"Do it poppet—now! Open your pants and pleasure yourself; otherwise, lose your finger."Luca licked up the side of my face as I trembled.
I did what they wanted me to, regardless of how hard it was. However, when I pulled my fingers out, glistening, Dante spoke up,"You're not done until you come, poppet. If you're going to play with what is now ours, you will give us a show, and let us watch you come."
"I can't, I'm too nervous…"
"I'll help you with that then."Luca tapped the gun on my thigh."Have you ever been fucked with a gun, poppet?"He started to inch the weapon close to my center, so I quickly inserted my fingers once again."That's a good poppet. Don't be fooled, though. We like to play with toys. It's always fun seeing what we can fit into a nice tight pussy, and I'm betting yours is still nice and tight. Oh, the fun we will have with it."
"Fuck yourself good, poppet," Dante mused…
"Ryan, are you okay?" Beau's voice jerks me back to the present.
I'm panting and didn't realize it. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"Talk to me, Ryan. It's obvious that you're not fine!" Beau grabs my hand that is balled up into a tight fist.
It's then that I realize we aren't moving. Looking out the window, I see we're in the parking lot of a local pizza joint.Damn it! How long have I been wrapped up in that nightmare?
"I'm sorry. It's just tough to talk about. Occasionally, something happens that will bring on a flashback," I explain to Beau without much detail, but I should have known he would push for more.
"What happened this time to warrant the flashback?" He furrows his brow.
"Sitting in the truck."
Beau looks around. "What about it?"
"Well, it started as a memory of when you picked me up from the airport and the good memories from that day. Only," I sigh when I pause, "When I was thinking of our wedding and the ring you got me, it quickly went to the day Dante and Luca came for me. They took my ring…"
"Ryan—"
"I know, it’s just an object, but it's not about them taking it buthowthey took it. They never did anything unless it was depraved, but let's drop it and get some food. I'm starving." Jumping out of the truck before he can stop me, I hear Beau call out my name, but I ignore him and walk into the restaurant.
Thirty-Eight
Bain
I've been holed up in my office for the past two hours. After our unexpected visitor left and Ryan returned to the shelter house, Beau informed me that Ryan had asked him to go to lunch. I can't say that it didn't bother me, because it did; it bothered me a whole hell of a lot.
I know I should be happy that they are spending time together and finding a way to figure outthem,but since loving Ryan, I've become a very selfish man. I was willing to push all that aside to try and make my marriage work. After all, I do still love Chloe. She will always be my first love, but she claims to be too damaged and refuses to let me in to try and help. I tried to keep my mind busy, so I didn't think of my son's girl, but that just isn't an option.
We've had many conversations, mainly about Beau growing up—and Cayley. That girl is so bright for her age and very polite, but I can sense a sadness about her sometimes. I feel for her; being kept from her mother since birth and then suddenly thrown into all this chaos has got to be taking a toll on her.
I remember her coming to my office the second day she was here, asking to schedule a meeting to talk to me. I smile at the memory. I had told her to come in and shut the door. When she sat in the chair across from me, she wasted no time at all.
"Since my bio dad is dead and he wasn't a nice man anyway, I thought that maybe, since you are my brother's father, and you seem like a nice man, you would like to be my dad from now on. I mean, technically, you are married to my mom, so that makes you my stepdad anyway." Her little hands gripping the arms of the chair were the only tell-tale signs that she was nervous.
I sat back in my chair, trying to keep a straight face and make her think I was considering her question. I even asked a few of my own, starting with, "Will you continue to be a good kid and do well in school?"
"Yes, Sir."
