Page 13 of Deadly Ruck
"Rude," Frost remarked. "Anyway, Chelsea is not a toy. She loves us and we love her, right, Chels?"
I thought back to when Storm and I met. He told me then that I was his fuck toy. That I belonged to him and would do what he told me to do.
At the time, I hadn't minded, Now, the memory, and hearing it from Jones, hit hard.
For so long, that was all I was. All I saw myself as. Just a body for men to stare at and fuck. I'd loved every minute of it, but right now I felt pared down to nothing but an object.
Dallas pulled me closer, trembling hand still gripping my wrist. "Chels? You're not a fuck toy. You're a fucking goddess.We all worship you, body, heart and mind. I won't let anyone treat you differently." He was almost begging now. Pleading for me to stay with him.
"Me either," Jay said. "Can I kill this prick now?" He waved his gun in the general direction of Jones.
"Same question," Frost said. "I know you love working for the team, but you're not going to let yourself be used by him, right?"
"Of course she's not," Storm snapped. "What sort of dumbass question is that?"
"Judging by the look on her face, a reasonable one," Jones said. "She can come with me willingly, or over all of your dead bodies." He nodded and his minions stepped in closer, guns pointed at us.
"You're still out—" Frost stopped mid-sentence as several other minions stepped out of the cars behind Jones'. "Fuck."
Jones chuckled. "You were saying? It seems to me that I have the numbers advantage. Assuming you can count past six."
"This guy is starting to piss me off," Storm growled. "For one thing, there's eight of us, dickhead. In caseyoucan't count that high."
"That doesn't change the fact there are now a twelve well-trained guns aimed at you," Jones said without flinching. "You might take out one or two, but none of you will walk away. Not unless Chelsea comes with me right now. If she does, I'll let all of you go. I'm sure it won't take you long to find another pussy to fuck. I'm surprised you shared at all, much less for this long. I won't be sharing her with anyone."
"Chelsea," Dallas pleaded again. "Please don't."
"What choice do I have?" I whispered. "If I don't go with him, all of you will be dead. He'll take me anyway."
"I'd rather be dead," he whispered.
"He's right," I said. "You'll find someone else. Forget all about me and get on with your lives."
"With you working for the team?" Frost asked, looking confused.
"I won't go back there," I said.
I knew how this would really go down. None of them would ever see me again. Not at the stadium, not at a game, nowhere. I'd never see any of their faces again, for as long as I lived. These were our last moments together.
They had to be. I couldn't let them be killed for me. Not when they had lives to live.
"You can't be serious?" Storm snarled. "There's no fucking way you're going with him. Let him kill us, if he can. I'm not letting this happen."
"It doesn't seem to me like you have a choice," Jones said easily. "She's made hers. Be a good boy and respect it."
Storm let out a bark-laugh so loud, I flinched. "I haven't been a good boy yet and I don't intend to start trying. Eat shit, asshole." He raised his gun and aimed it at Jones.
"Wait." Ramsey trotted down the front steps of the cottage to stand approximately between us and Jones. "I'm sure we can end this without bloodshed."
"I prefer bloodshed," Storm said. His hand was unwavering, still aiming carefully.
"Ramsey is right," I said. "No one needs to die here today."
"I'm okay with this asshole leaving right now," Storm said.
"Me too." Atlas raised his own gun and aimed it at the cartel leader.
Jones rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Atlas Underwood. I have to admit, you did a good job of pretending to be on their side. Even I was convinced for a while there.” He started to clap slowly. "This is going to be quite the blow to the Brantley family. You would have been a valuable asset for them. What a shame you're loyal to me instead.”
