with his fist, and she jumped.
“I’m sorry about this,” Samara said to him. “Maybe you
should’ve made a better decision after all.”
That seemed to fuel him even more. He gave her a look,
turned the car off to a dirt road and skidded to a halt. H yanked off
his seat belt, then hers, and pushed his seat all the way back
before yanking her over to his lap.
The kiss he gave her was brutal, full of anger, and the manner
in which he ripped the hose from between her legs and the
panties let her know there were going to be a few bruises come
morning. But the fingers that touched her, teased her clit and
pussy were gentle and had her instantly getting wet, ready for his
penetration.
The sound of his belt coming lose, the zipper going down
seemed like it echoed in the car. The force of his entry took away
her breath.
Dane picked her up, his hands around her waist, and lowered
her down on him, forcing her to take every hard inch of his cock.
Her muscles stretched tight around the shaft and his fingers dug
into her hips, moving her up and down.
With a growl, he reached up and ripped her blouse open,
along with the bra. Lips left her and closed around one nipple
while a hand teased, cupped and pulled at the other. The whole
time he kept moving her with his other arm. Moved her hard and
fast, panting with the action.
“Shit, Dane!” Samara couldn’t stop herself from coming fast.
She fisted her hands into his hair, pulling the strands, moaning
loudly and moving of her own free will.
“Fuck me!” Dane also moaned. He raised his head up, locked
eyes with her and came. She felt the contractions of his cock, the
heat of his seed.
And just as fast as it started, it was over. He hugged her tight,
his head on her chest, breathing hard. Samara also held him
close, catching her own breath, waiting to see what he would do
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next. He was still deeply embedded inside her, and still very hard.
“You belong with me, right here,” he finally said. “Doubt it
again, and I’m going to spank your ass until you admit it.” Samara
smiled and tightened up on him. Dane groaned. “Keep doing that
and I’m going to have my way with you again.”
She giggled and removed herself from his lap, fixing her
clothes as best as she could. He did a number on them that was
for sure.
After they fixed their clothing, Dane fixed the seat, put his seat
belt back on and started the car up again. They drove home, and
it was strange for her to call the place home. In such a short time
with him, and with her new position in life, to have a home that
was truly hers felt good.
The next morning Samara fixed a big breakfast for Dane;
scrambled eyes, large steak, homemade biscuits, juice and
coffee. It was also a good thing she made so much, because
Blaine decided to stop over with more news.
“Dane, she can cook,” Blaine stated before putting a large
piece of meat into his mouth.
Samara smiled and took a drink of her juice.
“Stop flirting and get on with it,” Dane grumbled.
Blaine wiped his mouth picked up the cup of coffee and took a
drink before speaking again. “She’s fine right now. Like Darius
said, Ryland has her pretty much secluded. But there has been
some talk that Cameron is trying to get her out.”
Samara sniffled. “Why would he want to get her out?”
“To replace you,” Blaine said, his dark eyes locking with hers.
* * * *
Ryland Tabor once more lay on the cold floor of his home,
bleeding from another sound beating Aundre Esopo ordered. Hell,
he just got over the last one, barely. His ribs still killed him, but
now it was ten times worse. Now he for sure had a broken one.
“You disappoint me, Ryland,” Aundre said. “I thought we had
a deal.”
“We do,” Ryland rasped out. Damn if talking was something
hard as hell to do right now. Maybe his lungs were damaged.
“Cameron, please help him to his feet.”
One of Aundre’s thugs grabbed Ryland by the back of his
shirt, jerked him to his feet and shoved him into his chair. Aundre
walked around him before going to a chair that was placed for him
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right in front of Ryland.
“My party calls for five virgins. I only have four. Men are
expecting five, Ryland. Four of my special colleagues were
looking forward to the pick, including me. I’m short, Ryland, so
what are you going to do about it?”
“I—I can’t find you another,” Ryland rushed out. He was
desperate now. Had to get this man off his ass and do it before he
was killed.
Aundre made a tsking sound, shaking his head no. “My trust
in you is gone. Already you owe me so much, and I have so little
back. No, now Cameron and I have another plan.” Aundre nodded
and Cameron tossed a photo on Ryland’s lap. It was a smiling
picture of Makayla. “She’ll do, Ryland.”
Ryland’s gut dropped. His youngest daughter, the one that he
was hoping would find a match in the Compound and take care of
him. Aundre wanted her. What would he do if the man discovered
that Ryland already gave her over to the Compound when she
turned eighteen?
“Make the call, and we’ll be in touch.” Aundre stood up and
fixed his tie. “And if you fuck me over on this deal, I’ll slice your
throat.”
Ryland just sat there, staring at the photo. What could he do
now? Leave? Yes, that’s what he would do. Get the fuck out of
Treece and tonight. Aundre couldn’t kill him if he couldn’t find him.
Carefully he stood up and made his way to his room. Cash.
He was going to need all of his cash, a few clothes and that’s it.
But first, a quick trip to the hospital, because he couldn’t breathe
and breathing was very important to someone who wanted to live.
* * * *
“There’s a small snag, one I didn’t want Samara to know
about just yet.” Blaine sat with Dane down in the basement office.
He crossed one leg over the other before pulling out a thin cigar,
lighting it up.
“And what’s that?” Dane asked. He didn’t like the way his
friend insisted on them talking alone. Alone meant trouble.
Blaine blew out a puff of smoke, rolled the cigar between his
lips before settling it to the left in his mouth. “Ryland signed over
rights to Makayla when she turns eighteen. As soon as she’s done
with school she’s to be shipped to the Compound.”
Yep, Blaine was right. Samara didn’t need to hear this right
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now. “Fuck,” he groaned, slumping back in his chair.
“Darius is trying to see about getting her out of the convent
thought,” Blaine went on. “S
ays that place is like a damn prison,
but he might be able to forge some papers for you to get her out.
Being married to her sister has a bit of pull.”
“Why do I get this feeling there’s a ‘but’ coming on?”
Blaine smiled. “He can’t find one loop hole to get her out of
the Compound. Maybe if you were able to get legal guardianship
over her then she could live with you. Now the bad part of that is,
your grandmother has the influence for it and has her nose into
this crap as is. You might want to ask her for help.”
“Shit,” Dane snorted, “That old woman isn’t going to help me
with shit. Do you know she wanted to have me sign papers to
dissolve my marriage?”
“Sounds like her,” Blaine nodded.
“She isn’t going to help in this.”
“Keep in mind one thing, Dane. If this sick motherfucker gets a
hold of that little girl, then she’s never going to be the same.”
Blaine sat forward, the cigar going to the other side of his mouth.
“That bunch of guys fucks girls’ minds up, just like they fuck up
their bodies. They’re sick, twisted bastards who get off on the pain
of others.”
“Then what’s your plan?”
“You need to do whatever you have to in order to get that little
girl out and safely with you. Even if that means sucking up to your
grandmother.”
“What about sneaking her out?”
Blaine shrugged, blew smoke and sat back in the chair again.
“Might work. But if Darius can get the papers then all you have to
do I walk right in and take her out.”
“Samara isn’t going to like hearing this.” Dane rubbed his
face, slumping down in his leather chair.
“Well I wouldn’t tell her anything until we all figure something
out.” Blaine chewed on his cigar and Dane watched him.
Smoking was something Blaine started doing around fourteen
or so. It was one of those things he did to piss his father off. After
all these years, though, you never saw Blaine without one. It was
his way of thinking or relaxing. Maybe both. But after all this time,
Dane knew that when Blaine chewed on the damn thing he was
thinking real hard.
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“What’s up with you?” Dane asked. “Ever since the other day
when you came storming into your study and had the painting
removed you’ve been tense.”
Blaine shook his head, the long locks flying out around him,
“Don’t worry about it, man. My problems are small compared to
this. You need to get guardianship over Makayla. That’s what we
need to work on.”
“Come on, Blaine,” Dane sighed. “We’ve been friends for
years. I know something’s going on. Something’s eating at you.”
“I’m okay.” He stood up, stretching. “And I’m going to get out
of here. Darius is keeping taps on things. I’m heading out. One
more major business thing to take care of and finish with my
father’s bullshit.”
“Then you staying put?”
Blaine shrugged. “We’ll see.”
Dane caught sight from the corner of his eye a shadow that
quickly disappeared. Inwardly he wanted to groan. Samara heard
everything, he was pretty sure.
He followed Blaine up the stairs and out the front door.
Shaking hands, Dane waited until his friend was gone before
going back into the house. Samara stood in the kitchen, washing
dishes by hand slowly. He almost shook his head at the scene
because of the simple fact that he had a dishwasher.
“You heard, didn’t you?” he asked her. She nodded, keeping
her attention on what she was doing. “Samara, I was going to tell
you.”
“I don’t want to talk about it right now.” She rinsed a dish, put
it in the strainer and begin to wipe the counters down.
“Samara—”
She held up her hand, cutting him off. “I’m going to bed. We’ll
talk in the morning.”
Was this their first fight? Instead of letting her go, he followed
her up the stairs and into the bedroom. She kept her back to him,
opened the dresser and pulled out a nightgown.
“You really don’t think I was going to keep this from you?”
“I’m not upset about that.” She sat down on the side of the
bed, pulled a leg up and took her shoe off.
“Then what?”
After the second shoe was off she stood up, crossing her
arms over her chest. Tears formed but didn’t fall. “My father just
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fucked us both, Dane. Do you understand that? He was going to
sell me like a piece of meat, and now that the meat isn’t fresh,
he’s going to sell my sister. That’s what I’m pissed about.”
“And you have every right to be pissed.”
“But in a way you don’t get it,” she went on. “That’s the way of
things on my side of the neighborhood. Our fathers can sell us—
get rid of us girls like trash. We are either worth something or
nothing. The nothing gets sold to the Compound. How fair is that
shit?”
“Nothing in this town is fair, Samara. It never has been. Our
founders who started this believed in the old ways and, for
whatever strange reason when it comes to the Compound, the old
ways stay. Personally, I don’t think they ever thought that when
“Fair!” she huffed. “There’s nothing fair about the Compound
or the rules.”
Dane held his finger up. “Yes there is. At the Compound,
when you drink that stuff it doesn’t give a shit if you’re rich or
poor.”
Her frustration showed. Samara ran both hands into her hair,
sitting back down on the bed. “He sold her, Dane. My father sold
Makayla and tried to whore me out. Who does that to their
children?”
“Someone who doesn’t give a damn about anyone but
himself.” He went over to the bed, sitting down next to her. He
took her hand, brought it up to his lips and kissed it. “I promise
you that I’ll get her out of there and keep her safe.”
“But the Compound,” she said, pausing when he put his finger
on her lips before she could say more.
“One thing at a time.” He smiled at her. “Besides, she can’t be
expected to go to the Compound if she isn’t in town. Right?”
“What’d you mean?”
“I mean that once we get her out of that damn convent I can
send her off to school where no one knows about. If she isn’t in
Treece, then she’s not expected at the Compound when she turns
eighteen.”
“But you have to get her out?” He nodded. “Can you?”
“If Darius comes through, yeah, I can get her out.”
She leaned to the side, resting her head on his shoulder.
Dane wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. “There
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really isn�
��t a happy ever after, is there?”
“Oh, I don’t know.” He squeezed her. “I’m thinking I found
mine. Hell, I’m starting to think I’m falling for you now.”
She raised her head and Dane kissed her gently, lingering on
her lips for the longest time.
“Don’t look so shocked,” he told her with a smile. “It was going
to happen eventually.” He stood up and headed for the bathroom.
“I’m going to take a fast shower.”
Dane whistled all the way into the bathroom. When he closed
the door he stopped, smiled and even chuckled. Damn, it was
priceless the look on her face when he told her he was falling for
her. Now he wondered what she would look like once he told her
he was falling love with her. Now that look would be priceless
without a doubt.
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Chapter Ten
Makayla Tabor stood starring out her bedroom window, which
had bars on it, wishing like hell she was any place but here. She
was only sixteen and should be home with her sister, not in this
prison.
Drab, boring gray clothes on her body, pointless classes and
no contact with the outside world. That was her life. Boring! Even
the food here lacked excitement. She wondered what was going
on with Samara. Was she okay? Was their father torturing her,
making her still do the pictures and see the man in those clothes?
She didn’t know, and that worried her.
At sixteen, Makayla wasn’t too sure what she wanted to do
with her life. One thing she did know was that she didn’t want to
be here. This place was sucking the life out of her. But she also
had a gut feeling that if she was home then it wouldn’t be any
better.
The bell rang, indicating lunch before the last class of the day.
With a depressed sigh, she turned from the window and left her
small room. She got in line with the others, another gray dressed
girl among so many others forced to live here.
Down to the dining room and into the food line she went. She
picked up the tray, as did the others, walked down the line as the
kitchen workers placed food on the tray. The meal consisted of
meatloaf that was too dry, lumpy mashed potatoes and mixed
steamed vegetables that were soggy from being overcooked. She