Page 9 of Unchained

His grip squeezes tighter, along with his clenched jaw, but he doesn’t speak. Finally, he retreats, stepping back enough for me to get my car door open. I climb in without a backward glance, locking my door and taking a deep breath as I start my engine. Then I back out of the driveway, keeping my eyes trained on everything except for the one who’s going to be haunting my dreams again tonight.

CHAPTER 8

Trevor

She better heed my warning. If that girl comes back, I won’t be able to stop myself. There’s only so much restraint a man has. It took the will of God to get me to release her and let her drive away. I wanted to mark every inch of her body with my scent. Make her take it raw and dirty.

That girl is seriously something. I haven’t known a lot of kindness in my life, but Emberly… The supplies she brought… The way she was with Kai… It fucking made my heart thump in my chest. And my sister is a tough nut to crack, but Emberly has earned Shay’s trust and respect. The girl has earned my respect too, but that doesn’t hold much cred when I want to disrespect her body in the filthiest ways.

It’s time to go out in the woods and release this cum I’ve got bottled up in my shaft. I stalk right to the thickest part of the trees. Far enough away that my sister or Kai won’t be able to see me out the window. Facing the widest tree, which should block me from view. I pull my cock from my pants and give it a squeeze. The tension has never been so tight. The cum is already dripping from the end, hitting the leaves on the ground. That gorgeous, brazen girl is to blame for this. She’s got the finest body I’ve ever seen.

I run my hand up and down my cock, imagining her ruby red lips wrapped tightly around it. Her pink cheeks sucking in as she takes me down her throat, while those stunning eyes are looking up at me. Another wave of lust fuels my flame and my balls start to constrict. I tug myself harder. Fucking myself roughly.

“Going to quiet that stubborn mouth,” I grunt to the image burning in my mind. “I’m going to leave that throat raw so the next time you want to talk back to me you’ll think again.”

My seed comes shooting out the end of my dick as my fantasy girl gags on my cock, taking me deep and hard. The pleasure nearly brings me down to my knees. I slump my weight against the tree, stroking out the last flicks of lust as I settle myself back down. I’m not sure that tamed my need for the girl, but at least I won’t be walking back into the house with a raging hard-on. Thankfully, thinking of the fact that I’m never going to see her pretty face again has my dick returning to its flaccid state.

I walk back into the house, my mood taking a nosedive. Shayla’s busy organizing the food on the counter while Kai plays the game Emberly got him. She won him over too. It damn near hit me in the chest when he ran to give her a hug then looked grief-stricken as she walked out the door. That girl blew in like a freight train, made her mark, and has now left an uncomfortable feeling in my gut.

“Please tell me you weren’t a jerk to her,” Shay states, placing the bag of oranges down.

“Told her to stay away.” I reach for a piece of fruit. “Don’t want to bring her into our shit.”

Shay lets out a sigh, grabbing one of the juicy oranges for herself. “How did life get so fucked up, Trev?”

How far back does she want me to go? Our fucked-up home life is where my journey into hell began. My need to be out from under our fucked-up roof is what had me running wild and acting out. Our father was gone three hundred days a year. Out on the road driving big rigs. And when he was home, we all wished he’d met his fate in an accident. His violence would send our mother into a drunken spiral, and we all got sucked down the drain with her. I did everything I could to stay out of the house and found myself wrapped up with a bunch of bad kids.

At thirteen, I was breaking into homes, stealing and vandalizing. Found myself in juvie for most of my teen years. When I turned eighteen, I realized I had two choices: get my shit together and get my nose clean or find myself behind bars for the rest of my life. Shay is the one who turned me around. She’d chosen the straight and narrow. Spent her time in school activities and wrapped up with friends. She worked hard and paved a good way for herself.

One night, she sat me down and gave it to me straight, telling me that I didn’t have to follow in our parents’ footsteps, telling me that she had my back and believed in me. The next day, I was out looking for a job. I applied everywhere, but no one wanted to hire a kid with an extensive rap sheet. But then, I came across an ad for a delivery driver and found a man willing to give me a chance. A man who wore a silk black suit more expensive than anything I’d ever owned, had a million-dollar watch sitting on his wrist, and was everything I wanted to be when I grew up.

I wanted to be rich. To own my own company. To live in a fucking mansion and have my own personal limo driver. And this man had it all. So, of course, I took the job as his personal delivery guy, hoping that while I was delivering packages around town for him, I’d also have a chance to learn his secrets. I wanted to know what he did to become so successful. I wanted to meet his contacts. I wanted to connect with the people he worked and socialized with and get into that world. But damn, was that a mistake.

When I finally realized what I’d gotten myself wrapped up in, or I should say who I got wrapped up with, it was too late. I showed up at Rodriguez’s estate to pick up the packages he needed me to deliver, and I learned exactly who I was working for. Diego enlightened me, pulling the rug out from under me when he informed me that my employer was having me deliver massive amounts of drugs all over town. I was committing major crimes every fucking day, risking my life and freedom, and I had no fucking clue.

After learning the truth, I went in and gave my notice, using an excuse that I was taking a desk job—but there’s no walking away. You either leave in cuffs, or you can leave in a casket, but no one leaves Rodriguez’s business of their own free will.

Stupidly, I hatched a plan that ended up costing both me and my sister our freedom. So, in answer to her question, I’m the reason our life is so fucked up now.

“I got us into this mess, Shay. And I promise I’ll get us out of it.”

“Like I told you last night, you can’t take all the blame, Trev. I’m the one who took his last name.”

All she knew when she started dating him was that he was a seriously rich man who’d snaked her with his charm and money, promising her a life of luxury. And she was a single mom, looking to be saved and to give her son a good life. No one can blame her for that. But it didn’t take long for her to learn the truth. That she was merely a pawn in his game, a way for him to prove his power over me.

When Shayla packed her things and tried to leave, Rodriguez showed her what would happen if she ever attempted to walk out on him again. He killed one of his mistresses right in front of her, then pinned the murder on me. Showing us both that he will always win.

But this time…

This time I’m going to take him out of the game. Permanently.

CHAPTER 9

Emberly

Ididn’t even get her name. I don’t know why it’s bothering me so much, but I didn’t even ask her what her name was. Which is why I’m sitting in front of my computer scouring the internet for Trevor O’Malley and his living relatives. When his mugshot loads on the screen, my stomach starts going haywire again. Everything about him is intimidating, dangerous—and unnervingly sexy.

I scroll down the page, reading through his record, swallowing hard when I see how young he was when he first got into trouble with the law. At fourteen, he was taken in for breaking and entering. At fifteen, it was robbery. Sixteen, vandalism. Seventeen, stealing a car. He spent all of his teen years in juvie. But then he was released, and from eighteen until twenty-four, there’s nothing. Until he was arrested for first degree murder and was sentenced to life without parole.