Sweetest Torture (Sweetest Kill Book 2) (12 page)

Expensive chandeliers hang from the
ceiling, a grand piano rests in the corner of what I assume is a living room.
Several extremely large TVs line the walls. Along with expensive pieces of art,
and stands with sculptures.

I notice several women in maid
uniforms dusting and mopping floors. They don’t look up at me. In fact they
don’t even seem to notice that we are here at all.

The house is quiet for the most
part. I hear the sound of classical music playing somewhere, it gently fills my
ears, as if it is supposed to be calming.

Suddenly a woman appears through a
door on the left hand side of the entry way, she is carrying a garment bag. She
walks up to me, pulls open the dress bag and hands me the dress, and I almost
notice when she is done that she bows to me. Which makes no sense at all.

The man looks to me, nodding for me
to put the dress on. Turning his back to give me privacy.

I pull the zipper of the bag down,
and remove the light yellow sundress from the bag I step into it, but when I
move to pull it up, the pain from my ribs radiates through me causing me to cry
out with the motion.

“What the fuck is wrong with her.”
He snaps at Hector

Hector says nothing

The man turns to face me, and when
he does his gaze drops down from my face to my abdomen where my stomach is not
sporting black welts.

He looks from Hector, to me and
back to Hector again, before he yells to someone named Andrea

“Fetch Max now!” he shouts.

He pulls a cell phone out of his
pocket. “Get me Alfonso now… tell him I think she has broken ribs.”

He looks at me, like he feels sorry
for me. I know he doesn’t however, because he I think is the reason I am here
in the first place.

I look to Hector, he’s shifting in
place, like he is afraid of something.

“I am Michael Travers by the way. I
am sorry I didn’t introduce myself.” His hand is outstretched to me

I gently reach out and take it,
shaking it. He’s no friend, but I cannot afford to make him angry.

“I’m Olivia, but you know that. It
is nice to meet you.” I know my voice is anything but confident, but the man
still manages to smile to my response

“It’s lovely to meet you. Ah here
comes the man of the hour now.”

He is looking past me, to where the
large stair case. I turn to see who he is talking about.

A man dressed in an Armani suit,
shined up dress shoes and perfectly gelled hair is slowly making his way down
the stairs. He does not look at me.

“Max, this is Olivia, your
present.” Michael says

His fucking present?

Max looks at me. He is a very
handsome man. In fact other than Dean, he is probably the best looking man I
have ever laid eyes on. And his body language tells me that he already knows
this. He doesn’t seem happy by his father’s declaration, but when his eyes meet
mine, a brief shocked look crosses his face. And then a light smile plays on
his lips.

He reaches out for my hand. Despite
the intense paing that I am feeling, just from standing I give it to him. He
lightly kisses my knuckles, leaving his lips there for several moments too
long.

I gasp at the action, which is the
wrong move to make because the quick movement of breath causes me so much pain
that I nearly fall down. Max grabs me and holds me upright.

“What is wrong with her?” He asks
his father.

Michael does not answer, instead he
reaches forward and pulls the dress, that I had pulled up to cover my breasts,
but was still unable to fully place on, down.

Max sees the black marks and looks
at his father once more “what happened?”

Michael still says nothing, but
shifts his gaze to Hector

“I am sorry sir, she was crying,
and I hate the sniveling of these bitches, she is a slave she needed to learn
her place, I didn’t want her to disrespect you sir that is all. I just wanted
to teacher who is in charge.”

He’s talking very quickly and his
English is very broken

“So my father has you pick up
something which belongs to me, and you feel that it is your right as a fucking
glorified chauffer to beat her up and treat her the way that you see fit? Do
you think it is okay to beat women Hector?” Max asks him

“No sir, but she is just a slave,
she is nothing I have seen them come and go, I know your father kills them all
but Miss Stella. I did not think it would matter.”

Michael makes a noise at the sound
of Stella’s name. As do I... I know that Dean said he traded Stella to Michael
in exchange for his mother and Adam’s mother, but hearing her name is not easy.

“She does not belong to my father,
she belongs to me. Do you think you had permission to beat up something that
belongs to me?” His voice is alarmingly calm.

“No señor.” Hector replies

“What am I going to do about this?”
he looks at me watching me for several moments too long

I think he is waiting for me to
answer. I open my mouth to say something, but he gently shakes his head no.

Max walks up to me and removes my
hands from my stomach. He runs his hands gently over the bruises, he turns me
around and checks for damage on my back. Then he turns me facing him again and
really looks at my face. I know that is bruised as well, but he’s looking more
into my eyes than he is at the contusions.

“I’m sorry this is how we must meet
Olivia.” He sounds embarrassed but he says nothing else, he simply turns around
and I notice him reaching into the back of his waistband and removing a gun.

He aims the gun at Hector’s head,
he pulls the trigger. He doesn’t give the man a moment to feel fear. He just
kills him right then and there.

I scream. And everything goes
black.

When I wake up, I am in a cushy
king sized bed. I look up and notice the room is about the entire size of half
of my apartment.

The sheets are expensive, I have
never felt anything like them before. Not even the soft sheets from the hotel
with Dean when I first got away from Red.

No this bedding costs more than my
house and car combined I think.

When I sit up, I notice Max is
sitting in a chair, with a mac book air in his lap typing away.

He notices that I am awake “good
morning angel.” He says, setting the lap top down and standing up. He walks up
to the side of the bed and sits beside where I am laying. “How are you
feeling?” he asks

“Okay, I don’t feel so much pain.”
I admit

He smiles “Yes, Alfonso is very
good at what he does, he is our private doctor. You have one cracked rib, but
the rest were just bruised, you were very lucky. He gave you a shot of morphine
and also brought you this.”

He motions to the side of the bed,
where I notice a large breast pump

“I didn’t realize you were a new
mother.” His voice is nearly a whisper full of emotion

“Yes, my son is almost 3 months
old.” I reply the tears start to fall at the mention of my little boy

Max shifts slightly “you can pump
your milk, we are only a few hours from your family, I have men who can make
drop offs if you feel that it is important to you.”

I shake my head “what so someone
can poison my baby?”

Max’s face reddens “I would never
harm a baby! That is something my father would do, but I would not.”

“No, I suppose not, you just own
women and then kill them. How long do I have?”

He looks at me carefully before
replying “you have forever, you are mine to keep.”

“What the hell are you talking
about yours to keep, I am married. I am a mother what the hell could you want
with Me.?”

He frowns “Stella did not mention
that you were married.”

“What does Stella have to do with
any of this?”

“Stella is the one who told my
father of you, he told him that you would be perfect for me and what I was
looking for. She is the one who provided the photos that helped me make my
choice. You are my father’s gift to me, but you are my choice.”

This is crazy

“What do you mean I am your choice?
Why would your father give you a woman, why couldn’t you just go and find one?”

“Because I am a very rich, but a very
dangerous man. Women either love me for my money, or love me for the bad boy
inside, but never for just me. I need to have a child and I need to have a
woman by my side. None of the women father has chosen have interested me. But
you... You have interested me. So you will stay here with me. You will be my
wife and we will have children.”

“You have to be fucking kidding
me?”

“I am not. It’s not your ideal
situation, but it is a means to an end for me. I get my father’s business when
I marry and produce a child or he dies and since my father is nowhere near
death, I must marry and it must be someone that I can stand to be in the same
room with. You will get use to the idea.”

I am speechless “I will get use to
the idea of being married to another man while my true husband sits at home and
has no idea where I am mourning over me?”

“He’s not mourning, he has Stella.”

“He hates Stella.”

“This was all her master plan. My
father wanted to kill her for cheating on him with one of his men, this was her
way to get back in his good graces and also get the man that she wanted. I
assume she is with him at this very moment.” He stops talking and pulls a cell
phone from his pocket scrolling through. He pulls up a photo and shows it to
me. It’s Stella and Dean outside at the park. I see Dean’s mother beside him,
holding Landon.

Dean is smiling.

The only thing that stops me from
falling apart is the look of fear that is on Dean’s mother’s face. She looks
disgusted and worried. This cannot be a happy occasion. I can only hope that
Dean is playing her once more. I notice that he is still wearing his wedding
ring, which gives me a small amount of relief.

If he doesn’t fall for her games,
he will still try to find me.

Max takes the phone away and says
nothing. “I will be your friend Olivia, I am here for you. If you make this
pleasant I will make this pleasant I am not my father, I will not kill you for
nothing. I will kill you if you try to escape, I will kill you if you hurt me.
And only then.”

“So you just want me to stay here,
you want me to open my legs to you and give you a child when there is already a
boy out there that belongs to me, you want me to forget him and my husband so
that you can turn into the boss. Why not choose a woman with no family?”

“Because angel, I have heard all
about you and it is you that I want. So yes, you will forget your husband, you
will do what you want with helping your son from here, but he will be fine. His
father makes a great deal of money, he has more family to keep him safe. You
will stay here with me.”

“Do I have any other options?” I
ask

“You do not Angel. We are in a
highly secure building. Dean will never get in here, unlike the last time when
we were in another building. This one is manned by 100 men around the clock. He
would be dead by the time he got to you, and then my father would force you to
be killed as well. Don’t cross him. Stick with me. I know this isn’t what you
wanted, but I will try and make your life as good as possible. You will want
for nothing other than the people you cannot have. All your material needs will
be met, and I have a feeling, in time you and I can become friends.”

“Why didn’t you use Stella, can you
find someone else to have a child with if I do not want one with you?”

“I could have a child with someone
else, and just use you for my other needs. But I have a feeling, I would prefer
you to carry my children, than some crack head that my father can steal away or
that whore Stella. You are good, you are beautiful and you are pure. I knew it
the moment I looked into your face. Stop asking questions about ways out. There
is no way out. You will learn to be okay with this. Just try and make the best
of it, because doing otherwise will only make you unhappy, it will change
nothing. I will take care of you, you just have to let me.

Red was an asshole. He was a man
who got hurt because he lost some money. He lost connections. But I really
believe that he didn’t want me to die, he just wanted his money.

Michael had raised his son to
believe all he needed was the perfect wife and family in order to take over the
business. Max might be good looking, but he was not someone I wanted to be
with…

But I had no choice. I needed to
stay alive and see how this would all play out. I had to have faith that this
would work out one way or another. If I know Dean, Ryan and Adam they will not
give up on me. They will not let Landon grow up without his mother.

But how long would it take for them
to find me. And just what is going to happen between now and then?

121 days.

Four months.

16 weeks.

I have not seen my son.

Does he cry for me? Does he
remember who I am? I know that he doesn’t. He’s too little. Babies are adopted
to other families every single day as infants and adjust just fine to their new
parents. I know that my baby has no idea that I am his mother and I am not
there.

He is 7 months old today. He is
probably crawling, and tearing up anything he can get his hands on. He is
probably starting to eat solid foods and making big messes. Does he laugh? I
bet it would be my most favorite sound on earth. His 3 month old baby laugh
made my heart explode each time, but at 7 months I know he would really know
when to laugh.

How big is he? I wonder what size
clothing he is wearing. Does Dean give him a bath in the morning like he likes,
or does he bath him at night before bed? Are his eyes still as clear as the
ocean like his daddy’s? He would have lost that new baby smell by now. My
favorite thing to do was to hold him, and stick my nose in his little neck and
inhale. Dean would laugh at me. But the feeling of pure love when I could smell
his baby soap and the newborn life on his skin always made me so happy. So full
of hope.