Page 53 of Under Rusted Stars

“I know you love her,” I say.

“No,” Rhett says quickly. Kate barks out a laugh, but Luke covers her mouth. “I… Fuck… Yeah…”

“She trusts you,” I say. “If the only way to bring her home is to prove yourself, you bring her home.”

“What if she hates me?”

“Then you think of a really good fucking way to apologize,” I say, using his words against him. “If it breaks both of you but brings her home alive... you can help me put her back together.”

“Okay,’ he whispers, wiping his eyes. “Fine. Yeah. I’ll do it.”

Chapter Seventeen

Olivia

“Fuck,” I growl as he slams into my ass. Miguel has me stripped naked in a cold basement. I am bent over a table with my wrists bound with rope and my ankles tied to the legs of the table. He has a tight grip on my wrist as he takes my ass. Jett is stripped naked also, chained to the wall on the other side of the room.

He looks partly terrified, and partly murderous. I know seeing me like this is heartbreaking, and the reality of the situation is sinking in, but so is the rage. Miguel really shouldn’t turn his back on Jett if they take those chains off him.

“You’re mine,” Miguel growls, hammering into me.

“God, you’re fucking annoying,” I grunt.

The thing about devastation is that once you know peace, terror turns to annoyance real fucking fast. I know this is a horrible situation, but I am so goddamn annoyed by all of this. I had peace. I finally had some fucking peace, and they fucked it all up. Maybe knowing I’d be here one day has helped prepare me, but these fuckers should have taken me long before I grew a backbone.

“I could fucking kill you right now, whore,” he growls, grabbing me by the hair and yanking my head back so he can hold a knife to my throat as he fucks my ass.

“Do it then, pussy!” I scream. He growls and slams into me harder, forcing another grunt from me. We both know he won’t do it because he can get too much money out of me to let himself lose his temper and kill me.

Miguel groans as he finishes and steps back. I drop my head down to the table as my belly throbs in pain. Even with a normal-sized dick and lube, that fucking hurts. I can’t imagine how painful it would be with a dick like Bodhi’s. Christ, now that would be devastating.

When we ended up off the road, they kept shooting at us to keep us down, but then they grabbed us out of the car. We were then shoved into the very back of an SUV together, and we drove for about thirty minutes. It gave me enough time to calm down at least. We were brought into this strip club and taken down to a basement where Miguel promptly came in and had his men strip us.

Now I am here, tied to a table with trafficker come dripping out of my ass. Lucky me.

“Get up,” Miguel snaps. I lean my head up, and two men are pulling Jett up from the ground. He keeps his eyes on me, but they turn him so he will look at Miguel.

I watch as a man sets up a camera pointed at the cot in the corner as another man unties me. What the fuck is going on? I don’t fight them as I am shoved toward the cot and made to sit.

“Here’s the deal, Jett,” Miguel says. “You aren’t who I planned on, but you’ll do fine. I think the viewers will have just as good a time watching you rape her as her little boyfriend.”

“You’re fucking sick,” Jett growls.

“Sick pays well,” Miguel muses. “Either you go over there and fuck her, or I’ll have my men come in and take her one by one until someone buys her. Choose.”

“You can’t just make me…”

“I can!” Miguel screams, but then lowers his voice. “And I will… Now… Pick. You, or my men.”

Jett glances past Miguel, and he looks panicked when his eyes meet mine. I nod once, trying to tell him not to get himself killed. If he doesn’t, they will fucking kill him right here.

“Fine,” Jett growls.

“Good boy. Lay on the table,” he says, motioning to a man by the stairs. That man walks up but returns a few seconds later with a woman. She keeps her head down as she walks over with a small silver tray. Jett hesitates, but lays on the table.

“Whoa. What the fuck is that?” Jett asks, trying not to let himself jump up when he sees the needle.

“To make sure the viewers have a good time,” Miguel says with a smirk. The woman glances up at Miguel, and he nods at her. I wince when she shoves the needle into the base of his dick, injecting a mystery solution into him. One of the men forces Jett’s mouth open and shoves something under his tongue. It looked like a few different types of pills, maybe. I don’t know.