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Rolling my eyes, I sit back and wait. It’s annoying that he demands to open every single door, including the passenger. Ever since I had a panic attack about letting myself go for one moment, he’s been nicer, if that’s even possible.

Jace walks around, opening my door, holding his hand out for me. Placing my hand in his, I step out.

“You know, you keep rolling your eyes at me and I might have to do something about that,” he smirks, dragging me into him.

I bite down on my bottom lip to stop myself from smiling. It’s becoming easier and more natural around him.

“And biting that lip, you gotta stop that.”

Jace bends forward, planting his lips on mine. He’s careful and soft, ready to guard me. Each time he kisses me it’s better than the last, probably due to my lack of experience. When I part my lips, wanting more, Jace wastes no time tangling his tongue with mine. Groaning into my mouth, my fingers flex around his shirt, reaching on my tippy toes.

Jace pulls back slowly. “You’re insatiable,” he says, pressing his forehead against mine.

I don’t want to stop but I know we have to. We’re in public for one, and two, I just want to get to wherever we’re going.

I walk beside Jace as he heads inside, paying for the gas, and I stand by him as he finishes up with the gas pump. Once he’s done, I follow behind, giving the car a distasteful look. Before, I didn’t care for road trips, didn’t mind them. Tobias and I would travel from New York down to North Carolina all the time. Yet, traveling across the country and into Canada has my anxiety raising my blood pressure, and I can’t sit still much longer.

“Alright, one more hour.” Jace laughs pulling out of the gas station.

Folding my legs, I reach down, grabbing the whiteboard.

Can you tell me where we’re going now?

Flipping the board over, Jace glances between it and the road.

“Juneau. It’s a small town, it’s secluded—a good place to just lie low for a while.”

A while.That’s because back to reality, Italian Mafia are after me. None of my family will even consider running away. Where has that gotten any of them? Aunt Salem ran away from Uncle Zane and got hurt. Aunt Aziza ran away from Uncle Killian when she was pregnant and ended up in an accident. Then my stupid brother decided to take his boyfriend, Gabriel, and…

“Shove it in!” they scream.

I feel it. I feel everything they do to me. As much as I cry and beg, they never stop. I want to be numb. I want it all to stop.

Why did they leave us? Why haven’t they found us yet?

“Fuck, that’s a damn pretty sight!” they holler.

Why am I not numb enough? Why do I feel?

The leather belt whips against my back, breaking my skin open. I can feel the blood running down my sides, some trailing down between my ass cheeks.

“Someone make her scream!”

Don’t they know I’m screaming inside? Don’t they see me?

Another flick of his belt rips into my lower back, next to my ass. My body tenses, and my nails dig into my palm, blood coating my hands. I don’t know how I have any blood left.

“Fuck her again, that’ll make her scream.”

Everything around me falls silent. The only thing I hear is the unbuckling of someone’s belt, and the zipper. The steel cart I lay on moves as whoever it is climbs up behind me. He wastes no time before using my blood to lube his cock up, shoving inside me once more.

“Fuck,” Henry grunts.

It’s always Henry. He’s the only one who does this to me. He thinks after I stopped screaming the first time that raping me was going to make me start again. When it didn’t, they decided it was their mission to see who could break me. I was already broken; they just didn’t realize it. They were all too dumb.

“Someone cover her mouth!”Henry orders.

I don’t get a chance to turn my head, to try and fight before a cloth of some sort is placed over my mouth and nose, restricting my air. My body convulses, the table rattling between Henry moving inside me and my body jerking.