I See You (11 page)

I hate him for what he did to her. I begged him not to do it. I’d never asked him for anything, but as with everything our whole lives, Noah was boss.

Twelve months earlier

I wake from the intoxicated sleep I forced myself into last night. I’m not one to turn to the bottle for comfort or relief but I needed it. I severed a bond last night, the only one I’d known for so long, now it’s all I know. Noah refused me when I asked him to ignore every rule we promised when starting our business. He refused to go back on the deal and let me keep Nina. I told him I would kill him if he touched her, and he declared that if I didn’t allow him to finish the job, that would be the end. He didn’t expect me to agree this
is
the end; everything has changed for me, nothing changed for him. He lied when he left me a voicemail telling me I could have her. Or maybe it wasn’t a lie. He didn’t tell me she would be intact, after all. My insides scream at the file laid out in front of me when I pull myself together. My eyes blur and try to refocus, fear of what lays before me keeping me frozen in my seat. My heart cracks and thumps hard in my chest.

Client—1325

Mark–

Name—Nina Francis Drake

Age—24

Address—126 Lime Ave

Brief—Rape—vaginal—anal

Personal recorded surveillance.

Pain—high

Record assault.—Yes

Courtesy call—No.

Roles.

Client—No

Noah—Contact—Rape.

Devon—No contact—document.

Case—complete. 1325 closed.

Blood stains the paper printout, and bloodied clothes lay next to it. He was in here while I slept. He broke our number one rule. We were to never be in the same place at the same time. In the worst scenario, our world could come tumbling around us by the police, and us not living together limits the chance that they would catch us both, leaving the other to destroy evidence.

Was he setting me up? No, he would never let anyone take the credit for his work.

Moving the bloodied clothes from the table, a note falls to the floor.

You wanted her? You can have her . . . broken.

My feet carry me over to the computer; he disabled the cameras in her house, removing the evidence, but added to the open file I kept of her. My fingers hover, hesitating over the enter key. I gather my balls and push the button.

Her beautiful body lies on her bathroom floor, bloodied, bruised, and spoiled by the beast. I hate him. My blood roars and rebels being related to him. I’ve witnessed evil in its truest form in my father; he was sin incarnate and his dark, ugly evil corrupted Noah. But despite everything, Noah had never hurt me before this. Looking at Nina, her once blonde hair now red, I know there are no lines, no bonds, and no limits he won’t forsake to act out the hate infected inside him. He didn’t just break her, he broke something inside me too; the love and admiration I’d always bestowed upon him.

I make an anonymous call for an ambulance and make my way to the last address I have for Noah, but it’s barren. He’s cleaned out and left me before I can him, and he stole the only thing I wanted. Nina. By the time I’d return, she’s discharged herself and left town with no breadcrumbs to follow.

Present Day

It took me a long time to find her, and I plan on never losing her again. However, I know I have to take things slowly with her. Noah left her on the brink of death, her emotional scars as deep as the physical ones. It has been twelve months since I spoke to my own brother. I won’t lie and say I don’t miss him because I do. He’s the only family I have left, but he’s gone too far, his greed for depravity and the money it brings more valuable than me. Therefore, I had our relationship severed but I’m not a fool. I knew he’ll soon come back into my life, especially if he knows I’ve tracked Nina down again. Happiness or normal is not something he ever plans to let me have because he himself was never offered that luxury. We were created by a beast and taught to embrace the brutality of its nature.

My thoughts come back to Nina as she hesitantly sits on her window seat and continues to watch me. I’m almost proud of her, her sexuality finally making an appearance after so long. By the overheard conversations with her friend I know she’s been living alone all this time. Isolated and frozen in her life.

Taking my attention away from the laptop display, I can’t help but imagine it’s Nina’s fingers embracing my cock, her touch soft but so fucking good. My eyes drift closed as my fist tightens its hold. She’s on her knees before me, her wide eyes looking up at me reverently as she strokes me with long hard pulls. Her tongue peeks out, the tip of it tasting the cum that spills from me. She holds my gaze as her lips part and the warmth of her mouth envelopes my whole shaft, her throat gripping the head of my cock when I grab her hair and pull her harder to me. I hear her gag as I pump my hips faster, her retch making my balls shrivel in glorious agony the further my cock descends down her tight little throat.

Her eyes bulge when I slide a hand from her hair and wrap her throat in my fist, her mouth still worshipping me as her airway is completely restricted. But still she sucks hard, her cheeks flushing as I watch her eyes glaze over in lust, in trust that I won’t harm her like he did. I’ll worship her.

Just as I feel her throat move with her attempts to breathe, I roar out my orgasm and flood her throat, mouth and belly with so much spunk I know she has difficulty swallowing it all, stopping her from taking the breath she so needs to take after my hand blocked off her supply.

I can hardly breathe as cum sprays the length of my stomach in sticky ribbons, the force of my ejaculation so intense that my chest stutters with pain when my ribs compress my lungs forcefully. Snapping my eyes open, remembering what I’m doing, I’m amazed to find Nina with her hand down her own shorts, the camera displaying her frantically rubbing herself.

“Come on, baby. Do it for me,” I whisper as I continue to slowly stoke myself, giving her the glory she needs to bring herself off. “Come for me, Nina.”

As if hearing me, her head falls back and her mouth opens, a silent scream bursting from her in her own fierce climax, her beauty amplified in the throes of her pleasure.

I have her. I now know that she wants me, otherwise she would have walked away instead of watching me masturbate. But I still have to be careful. The worse thing I can do now is scare her off. But I smile to myself as I shut down the laptop.

She’s mine alright. It’s just a matter of patience.

T
RICIA GLANCES MY WAY AGAIN
, her eyes assessing and probing. I move away and examine a blue dress that hangs in the window of a nearby store. Tricia dragged me begrudgingly to the nearest town, and my nerves very nearly gave me a coronary, but as the hours passed I became more and more at ease.

“Something is different about you today,” Tricia mumbles when she comes to stand beside me, her eyes admiring the dress too.

I shrug, leaving my gaze on the unrealistic size zero mannequin in the window. “Well I don’t know what.”

I know exactly what but I’m as reluctant to face it as I am to tell her. I can’t understand what happened last night, or comprehend what finally brought back my sexual appetite, but I don’t like it, not one bit. The orgasm that had taken my breath had both gratified me and disgusted me. My skin had crawled as it simultaneously broke out in goose bumps when the pleasure tore through me. My mind had rejoiced at the bliss that poured through me while my heart ached with memories. The heat that had overpowered my belly had once again turned to loathing when the ecstasy subsided, leaving me weeping into my pillow.

I know I have to move on but my head will never let me. My soul died that day and my fragile heart misses its companion. The scars inside and out forever etched in my . . .

I scream when a large hand lands on my shoulder. I spin around, whimpering, until I catch Devon looking at me with a frown line creasing his forehead and dropped eyes searching his shoes.

“I’m so sorry.” He gulps. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” He looks utterly contrite; his perfect teeth pop out to worry his bottom lip. I slap a hand over my roaring heart and my wide eyes water.

I can’t help but chuckle at my own reaction as my heart rate returns to normal. He grins sheepishly at me when I shake my head in apology. “No, I’m sorry. I was miles away.”

He studies me, and although his eyes travelling over every inch of my body is done in a casual manner and mimicked by my own sweep of his torso, I feel his, like a long, slow graze, a caress piercing through the clothing and heating the flesh beneath.

“Hope it was somewhere nice,” he murmurs, I blink at him. Was I somewhere nice? It’s only then that my brain kicks in and I remember what I was thinking about. My cheeks flush with heat when the image of him, cock in hand and cum squirting across his belly, dances into my head.

“Uhh, very nice.” My eyes widen with my impulsive answer, even shocking myself when I realize I’m absentmindedly flirting with my neighbor. What the hell is going on?

As if sharing the secret, a smirk crosses Devon’s face and his eyes twinkle. “Then you must let me join you next time.”

He isn’t to know he already shares this one with me.

I cough, my whole body now blushing as the context of his words make new images in my head.

“We were just going for lunch. Join us?” Tricia cuts in. It’s not really a question. I forgot she’s with me. I turn and glare at her but she smiles widely at Devon and points to a bar outside the shop door and across the street. “Ooh, that looks good enough.”

I stare after her as she waltzes ahead towards the door, ignoring my silent pleas. One day I’m going to kill her—painfully and satisfyingly.

“Shouldn’t you pay for that first?” he asks Tricia, pointing to the blue dress in her arms that she insisted would go with my complexion.

Tossing it on the shelf as she passes, she absentmindedly mumbles, “No. She wouldn’t wear it with her scars anyway.”

I freeze at her insensitive words spoken so flippantly to a practical stranger. His eyes turn back to me and he shakes his head. Holding out his hand, he asks, “Are you coming?” He pauses mid-step between me and the exit.

Nodding, I force a smile and allow him to lead the way as I cuss my best friend under my breath.

A couple of hours and four bottles of wine later, my vision is slightly blurred as my mouth attempts to vocalize what I’m telling it to say. However, my lips seem to be having a private conversation with my mind and forming new words that have never appeared in the dictionary.

I point a finger at Tricia, her eyes a little wonky as she struggles to focus on me. “Did you spike my lunch?”

She barks out a laugh. “Yeah, with alcohol.”

Devon smirks beside me, his eyes laughing at my inability to talk. “I think you might have corrupted her,” he says to Tricia.

Her eyes widen and she laughs harder. “I’ll have you know, this girl has been the cause of many of our drunken . . .
misdemeanors
.”