Jared (29 page)

The pressure on her breast let up. “She
’
s a nosy bitch.” Kenny grunted. “I can’t wait to get a piece of her.”

Anger crossed Pam’s face, but she kept her mouth closed. No way in hell would she ever let the son of bitch hurt Nicole.
“I’ve got it under control Kenny, but you have to let me go. The more I’m not around the more they ask questions.”

“Fucking
W
arriors, think the
y’re
better than everyone else.” He reached around unsnapping her jeans. “We’re going to show them whose better, aren’t we babe
?
” His hand slipped into her jeans.

A single tear slipped from Pam’s eye as
she
squeezed them tight. “Yeah, we’re going to get them….”
She prayed to God her voice sounded
convincing
.

Her words triggered what she knew they would trigger. He roughly
grabbed her hair to keep her in place as he
pushed
her pants to her knees, slammed her over the table and plunged into her dryness with a forceful thrust.
In his need of self
-
fulfillment he didn’t pay attention to her grunts of pain as he thrust into her over and over again. “We are going to have it all.” His words timed to his thrust. “
With the
W
arriors dead, especially that arrogant fuck Duncan Roark, nothing will stop us from being on top.”

Out of the corner of her eye she saw a s
y
ringe, the needle long with a glistening bead at the end. She struggled, but it was no use. He was too strong. The needle stung her arm. “Kenny please…no.” He
r
voice rose with each word.

Pam rode out the storm biting her tongue, lip and inside of her mouth to keep from screaming. With one last hard thrust that nearly pushed her off the table
, he finished and abruptly pull
ed
out of her
,
smacking her hard on the ass.
With shaky arms she pushed herself
off the table
feeling wetness
sliding
down her legs, but
was afraid to look. The last time he had
taken her like that she had ble
d for a week.

He
grabbed her ponytail
,
jerk
ing
her around
roughly. “Make sure you’re back early.” He
lifted his hand toward her cheek laughing when she flinched
,
then patted her cheek hard.

She looked up into his mismatched eyes, one gold…one brown and hated him with such a passion it made her ill. “What was in that s
y
ringe?”

His golden eye started to
glow as he looked down at her. For a long while he didn’t answer, but then a grin full of such evil broke across his lips. “
I don’t answer to you. Get the fuck out of here.” He hissed
,
grabbing
her ponytail again yanking hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. “
Don’t forget my warning. You breathe one word about anything
,
the
people you care about will die a slow painful
death and the
W
arriors will not be able to save you.”

Surprised her legs held as she walked out the door
,
she raced to the bushes at the side of the house barely making it before she threw up. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand
,
she eyed Kenny on the phone through the wind
ow and vowed she would kill
him
.
She knew what was in the syringe and she prayed to God it didn’t work.
Slowly she looked down, her hand already on her stomach a
s
the bile rose to her throat again.

Turning toward her car she unlocked it, threw her stuff in the passenger seat and took off. She had to get the smell of him off her before she got sick again, but a glance at the clock on the radio made her groan. She was going to be so late, but she couldn’t show up like this. She had to shower. Spotting the warehouse in the distance she click
ed
on her turn signal and prayed no one was there yet.

Relief hit her when she turned into the empty parking lot. Jared had given her and Nicole a key weeks ago for them to open up if
warriors were
ever late for training. Parking in the shadows she jumped out, ran around to her trunk and rummage
d
through
the junk to find
the small bag
of extra clothes
she always had packed. If Kenny ever found it he would kill her, but she had it hidden well underneath tons of stuf
f she kept in there for a decoy, stuff Kenny wouldn’t even look
at twice.
Closing the trunk
,
she looked around to make sure she didn’t miss any cars then headed across the parking lot clicking the lock button on her car. The beep echoed in the empty parking lot.

Slipping the key
,
in she turned again to make sure no one had pulled in, turned the key and slipped inside. It
was pitch black,
but
she didn’t want to turn on any lights. She just needed soap and water, then she would be out
with
no one the wiser. Opening her cell phone she used the light to find her way to the showers.

Setting her stuff down P
am reached in turning on the shower, adjusting the water to
scalding
.
As fast as she could she ripped her clothes off
using the light from her phone to check for blood. She wasn’t surprised to find the smears on her underwear. Without thought to the temperature she stepped under the steaming water in a desperate attempt to wipe everything she had endured from her skin. Dunking her head underneath she squeezed her eyes shut
,
wishing she could do the same for her memories.
Pressing her
forehead against the cool tile
she let
the scalding water beat down on her
, not really feeling the burn. She was numb
.

Her
tear swollen
eyes
spotted a pair of scissors on the small ledge where the soap and shampoo sat
.
Reaching over
she gripped them tightly just staring at them. How easy it would be just to end everything now, but she wasn’t a coward. Kenny had her for now, but she knew in time
,
if she could stay alive
,
she would see him put away for life or dead. Either one would be fine with her.

Reaching back
,
she grabbed her ponytail pulling it out from her head. She had always loved her hair, but having it used as a tool to control her was going to come to an end
….tonight.
With a sense of power she slowly brought the
scissors
to
the back of her head
and like a mad woman started hacking at the bunched up hair.

As if in a dream she brought the hair
,
still in the pony tail
,
in front of her in one hand and the
scissors
in the other. The first thought that
flashed through her
mind was Nicole and how pissed she was going to be when she saw her long hair gone before the wedding. A small smile tipped Pam’s lips
,
laughter escaped her trembling lips. Before she knew what was happening sobs racked her body
so hard her legs gave out. Her knees hit the tile
,
but she didn’t feel the pain as her body folded into itself…..
her pony tail still clasp tightly in her hand.

Duncan and Jared walked into the warehouse stopping at the same time. “Do you smell that?” Jared frowned.

Pulling out his gun
,
Duncan nodded.
“Check outside around the building. I got the inside.”

Duncan waited until Jared had left
before letting his senses go. He felt nothing, but the smell of blood filled his senses. It wasn’t a lot, but it was there. Making his way slowly across the workout floor he headed toward the showers and the closer he got the
tangy smell of blood grew stronger
.

O
pening the door to the showers
,
he quickly assessed and knew whoever had been there was gone. A familiar smell mingled with the blood
making his muscles tighten with dread
. The shower had been used and as he made his way toward it his boot hit the garbage can that usually sat against the wall. Picking it up he started dumping it in the sink. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he pulled out hair that
was still
wrapped in a rubber band. Next to the hair was a pair of
pale pink
panties smear
ed
with blood. Holding Pam’s hair in one hand and her bloody panties in the other
,
his golden eyes flashed black as his head fell back and a roar of rage rattled every tile in the showers.

Jared burst into the room with Damon behind him in time to see Duncan winging the garbage
can
into the wall so hard i
t
cracked the tile into a
thousand
piece
s. His next target was the sink.

“Hey!” Jared went to grab Duncan’s arm, but stopped when Duncan t
urned on him
,
his eyes only seeing rage, not a friend.

Duncan
lost all control,
throwing Jared across the room where he slammed into the wall the garbage can had hit. Damon tackled Duncan, but ended up on the bottom doing his best to dodge the flurry of fists raining down on him.

“Duncan!” Jared rushed up pulling with everything he had, trying to break through the fury that had env
elo
ped Duncan. An elbow slashed back hitting Jared in the face. “Son of a bitch!” Finally getting a grip on Duncan he pulled him off Damon pinning him to the wall.

“Get. The. Fuck. Off. Me.” Duncan was a man possessed. When he started fighting again
,
it took both Jared and Damon to hold him down.

Something kept slapping Jared in the face, but he couldn’t figure out what in the hell it was. Finally grabbing Duncan’s hand
he
pinn
ed
it against the wall he saw long raven black hair in his grasp. His eyes shot to Duncan’s and what he saw in his friend
’
s face would haunt him
for a long time
.
Pale pink
cloth
caught his eye. A pair of women’s panties smeared with blood lay by Duncan’s leg.
“
Jesus.”

The fight slowly drained out of Duncan as he stared at Jared. “He
hurt
her.” Those words made hi
m
start struggling again. “The son of a bitch
hurt
her.”
His roar
,
filled with so much rage and despair
,
filled the room.

********

Pam took a deep breath before rushing into the bridal shop. Flipping her hand to her hair she smoothed it down, blocked her mind and opened the door.

“Hey
,
bitches!” Pam went into Pam mode to hide her pain and fear. It wasn’t time to let everyone know what they needed to know. She needed a little more time. Her heart screamed for her to run to Nicole and beg for forgiveness, but her head reminded her that in order to put a monster away she had to be patient.

“I didn’t think you were coming.” Nicole frowned
,
staring at her hair.

“Just running late, but I’m here so let’s see these God awful bridesmaid dresses you picked out for us.” Pam winked at Tessa as she hugged Nicole then turned to hug Tessa.

“You cut your hair.” Nicole was still frowning.

“Ah, yeah.” Pam rolled her eyes. “I was getting tired of messing with it every day. Actually that’s why I’m late.”

“I like it.” Tessa broke the uncomfortable silence.

“It’s short.” Nicole walked around Pam looking. “And choppy.”

“It’s usually short after a haircut.” Pam sighed
rolling her eyes
. “I guess this is your way of saying it looks like shit.”

“No, I like it.” Nicole faced her again.

“But…” Pam raised her eyebrows waiting for her answer.

“I just know how much you loved your hair.” A small smile played on Nicole’s lips
, but didn’t quite reach her eyes.