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“Where is Cass? She’s got to be here. She has to be okay,” I cry.

“She’s gone,” Ryan growls, holding up her shoe.

“Fuck!” I scream and punch the brick wall. Pain throbs through my hand and that just pisses me off more. I have building rage that I can’t expel fast enough. I scream just to try and get it out of my soul. I can’t save them if I can’t focus. I feel like my life is falling apart in front of me. I suddenly feel like I can’t breathe, and I panic.

“Stop. Julian, stop. Breathe. Okay? Breathe,” Ryan says holding my face. “You are having a panic attack. Just breathe. Okay?”

“She’s gone,” I choke out, taking deep breaths.

“She’s gone, but we will find her,” Ryan says. “And when we do…”

“He’s fucking dead,” I growl, letting the rage settle in my mind and take over completely. I don’t care what I have to do I will make that son of a bitch suffer.

Thirty One

Cassidy

My head is foggy,and I groan as I try to force my eyes open. I look around, and everything is dark, but it’s like a camper van that has been gutted. I am strapped down to a table, but I am face up. When everything around me is jolted, I realize we are moving. My dress is pulled up above my breasts, and both my bra and panties are gone.

I’m trying to put together what happened, so I go through things piece by piece. First, there was a gunshot, and Julian was screaming, so we ran back to find them. There was so much fucking blood. I’m flooded with memories of Dad’s dead body, with half his head missing on top of me. I stopped on the sidewalk and kept my distance to just breathe because I didn’t want to get in the way. I knew she was safe, so I let them help because I was in no shape to do shit. There was a sharp pain in my neck, and now I’m here.

As my eyes focus, I can see a bit better. Not that there is anything to look at other than the bare walls of the camper. After a while, the van stops. When I hear someone approaching, I know who I am going to see.

“Hello, darling,” Jason says as he moves to stand beside me.

“Jason,” I spit out.

“Nine months I have been waiting for this. You know how much patience that takes to watch you fuck seven men and my ex-girlfriend?” he asks before answering himself. “A lot. I have had a lot of time to think and consider how I was going to punish you.”

I don’t say anything because what the fuck do I say to that? I am not begging for mercy. I have come too far to fall back into that routine. He can beat me and slice me up for all I care. He isn’t breaking me again.

“Nothing to say?” he asks. “Well, I’ll cut to the chase, Cassidy. I’m not going to punish you. In fact, I forgive you.”

“What?!” I ask, not understanding what is going on right now. He grins as he unhooks my ankles and climbs onto the table. I squeeze my eyes shut when he pulls my legs up to his shoulders and leans into me.

“I forgive you, Cassidy,” he says as he presses his thumb against my clit and starts rubbing me. “I forgive you for running, fuckingyour brother, being a whore, getting with my ex… all of it. I forgive you.”

“What the fuck are you doing?” I groan.

“I’m making my girl feel good one last time,” he says with a conniving grin.

“I’m not your girl,” I snap.

“Not for much longer anyway,” he says. I don’t get a chance to respond before he presses my knees to my chest and slams his dick into me. Jason starts ramming into me as hard and fast as he has ever gone, and it forces grunts out of me. I can’t catch my breath or speak, so I squeeze my eyes shut and try to think of anything that might hinder my body from playing into what he is doing.

“I hate you,” I force out through gritted teeth. Jason says nothing as he continues to ram into me until he pulls out and drops my legs. I watch in disgust as he jerks on his dick until he comes on my lower belly with a groan.

“Well, Cassidy,” Jason says breathlessly as he gets off the table and puts his dick away. “It was nice knowing you.”

“Wait, what?” I say when he walks away to the front of the van where I can’t see him. “What? What are you doing?”

I hear him shift the van into gear, but it’s not on. What the fuck is he doing? “Get back here, you stupid son of a bitch!” I screamat him when I feel the van is moving now. He walks past me and goes to the back where he then opens a door.

“Better hold your breath, Cassidy,” he laughs before jumping out of the van.

“No! Get back here! You fucking coward!” I scream. “Fucking piece of shit coward! You can’t do this to me!”

The van drops, and everything moves in slow motion as a loud splash deafens me. I go from enraged to panicking in a split second as water rushes into the van. “No. No. No,” I cry as I pull at the restraints on my wrists. No matter how hard I pull, they won’t let go of me. The van is sinking fast, but I’m not ready to die. I have so much left to do. I never got to tell them that I know I’m pregnant. I’ve known for three weeks; I just couldn’t face it yet. I was so scared of losing it that I never told them. I never told anyone but Oscar that I loved them. I was so fucking stupid for not saying it. I had so many chances, but I couldn’t get the words out. Fuck, and poor Oscar. Losing me will destroy him. He will put on a brave face like he always does and help everyone else, but I know him.