The Deception series boxset: FaCade, Cadence, Beneath Innocence (59 page)

“Take these, you’ll need them,” he grins. I throw the pills into my mouth and swallow.

We reach my dressing room and he gestures for me to go in. Three blonde women stare back at me and screech, “Oh my God.”

I trail my eyes down each one of them and look back to Drake open-mouthed. He’s shaking his head up and down to confirm I’m not tripping out. “Triplets?” I mutter.

“Not just triplets my friend, hot fucking triplets who like to engage in naughty behaviour.” He waggles his eyebrows.

Naked skin, pussy and tits everywhere, lines of white snow being snorted from ass cracks, cleavages and shafts. My head is spinning, everything feels too damn good. My cock is harder than it’s ever been which is a surprise, usually when I take cocaine my dick never wants to play, but the blue pills Drake gave me had me ready to fuck a hole in the wall if there wasn’t pussy everywhere.

Blonde bitch one was sitting, riding on Drake’s cock while blonde two was alternating between licking my balls and sucking my cock. Blonde bitch three kept morphing into two right in front of me. I was too high. She’s holding up a bottle of liquor and pouring it into my mouth and then hers. The lights were too bright, the noise in the room muffled and making my ears hum.

“Oh shit, you’re bleeding,” I hear her muffled voice tell me. The warm trail pours from my nose and covers my lips. I look down to the yelp coming from the bitch at my cock to see my blood dripping all over the blonde sucking me off. A bang pierces the air from the bottle dropping out the other girls hand and smashing. It triggers a memory and I’m transported into a nightmare.

Blood everywhere. Faye screaming, covered in blood, I look down and then see my own hands covered in blood and Hunter strapped to a table.

“Jenson, Jenson?”

What the fuck is happening? The walls are closing in. I can’t find the reality. I’m falling, confusing images, I can’t tell what’s real.

“You’re a cunt and I’m going to kill you.” Cade spits in my face.

No . . . No! I stumble backwards and realize its Dante strapped to a chair and laughing at me.

“Help me Jenson, please stop him.” I’m shaking. I can’t stop myself from shivering, I turn to Blue’s voice and Frank howling as he fucks her and she cries. “No . . . No!”

We killed him.

“Jenson, Jenson, what the fuck did you give him?” I can hear noise around me but it’s out of my reach. I’m drifting, my thoughts spinning in my head. I’m not tethered to actuality.

“Ket and cocaine.”

“Mixing two drugs that have dopaminergic properties, you cock sucker, this kind of combo increases the risk of a psychotic episode. Shit he’s going down, call an ambulance,” I hear Evan call out.

The walls are coming too close, they’re going to crush me.

I’M NOT SURE WHAT I’M
looking at, it’s a house, a huge house with plants and shutters and a picket fence and stuff.

“Erm, it’s pretty. Who lives here?” I ask meekly. Trey’s hand clasps mine and he turns to Greg who’s standing a few paces back.

“Can you wait here?”

Greg looks to me and I shrug my shoulders, allowing Trey to lead me down a pathway to the front door. He produces a key and unlocks the front door, gesturing for me to enter. He quickly enters numbers into the beeping security alarm that couldn’t do shit. If someone broke in and took someone from their sleeping bed, they would be out within ten minutes, the police wouldn’t even arrive for a further ten. Then again my own alarms were no use to me when I let the bastard in of my own freewill. Frank destroyed my trust. I only let Greg tail me because he had been with my Dad since he was fifteen years old.

“What do you think?” Trey asks with open arms.

“It’s nice, big.” I reply with confusion. “Who lives here?”

“Well that’s the surprise. I want us to live here.”

I know I must look how I feel because he winces and studies me for a few silent beats. “I’m confused.” I breathe and he steps towards me taking my hands in his.

“I was thinking this could be a present from me to you.”

“A present?” Is he insane?

“A wedding present,” he adds with a smile. Yes, yes he was definitely insane. His arm wraps around my stiff body. “Come see the kitchen, women love a big kitchen right?” Did he even know me? Of course he didn’t, I didn’t even know me. There were days when I wanted to go to sleep and never wake up. I was so lost.

“We can get a cook if you want.” He grabs my hips. “Need to put some meat on your bones, it’s harder for someone to kidnap you if you’re heavier.” He winks and my legs feel weak beneath me.

“Why . . . why would you say that?” I stutter, trying to back away from him but he’s coming towards me. I smack at his hands “Don’t touch me, don’t touch me.”

“Calm down, It was a joke, I was just joking about Greg always following you like you’re going to be kidnapped at any moment is all. I don’t get why your Dad has you guarded at all Martha, it’s a little overprotective to be honest and when you’re mine you won’t have another man following you around.”

“You don’t have to know why and if you wanted to fuck me Trey, you only have to ask, you don’t need to put a ring on my finger!” I spit out.

His mouth drops open and he shakes his head in disappointment. “How can you say something like that to me? You know I’m not about that Martha, I love you and thought you felt the same way?”

I want to laugh but there is nothing funny about this. How can he love me? This me was boring, placid. We only ever kiss or he would grope my boob and then apologize. I would never choose what to do on our dates and follow his lead. That’s what he found so appealing, a good little wife to act obedient. I wasn’t that, he hadn’t even seen my inked body, neither would he like it. I was the type of woman men like him cheated on their wife’s with for a ride on the wild side, not a housewife with two point five children.

“Trey, you don’t want this, you are rushing because you haven’t let yourself explore your sexual nature and your mind is battling with your dick right now.”

His hand grips my wrist and squeezes too hard. “Stop talking like a little tramp Martha, you don’t know what you’re talking about, don’t tell me how I feel.” His other hand grips my chin. “I will fuck you, all of you, when you’re my wife.” He grabs me between the legs aggressively and completely out of character.

His body rushes from mine as Greg throws him away from my body and he lands with a thud against the kitchen counter.

I’m breathing heavy and there’s a slight tremor in my hands.

“I didn’t like waiting outside. You okay?” Greg asks and I quickly swipe the tear threatening to spill and nod my yes.

“You are so fired.” Trey barks at Greg making Greg laugh.

“You’re lucky to be breathing, don’t push it.”

“Martha come back here!” he shouts after me.

“Trey, we are done.” I shout back, slamming the door to the prison he wants to keep his wife in.

I give sex on my terms; Greg has been my only lover since the assault but that is all on my terms. I don’t know how I would cope with an aggressive partner sexually after everything and this worried me about Jenson. Damn it, my thoughts always return to him. I wasn’t even fit to walk the pavement he steps on, let alone be his lover, woman . . . His wife.

God why was I even thinking about this stuff? He was so far from my reach. Investing in memories or what could have been is pointless and heart breaking. Beneath Innocence were bigger than ever. He would have his pick of groupies to fuck every night and his select of starlets wanting to be the prize on his arm. I could have never been a prize on his arm. Life liked to play with my soul because just as I’m planning on forcing myself to stop thinking about him one of their hits comes over the radio.

Darkness is all I am, all I see since she left me, she left me.

Twisted, damaged, broken, I’m all three,

a mangled mess of misery .

Hit me baby, shoot me dead.

I’m bleeding baby you’re in my head.

You misused me, baby.

Took my love and gave none of your own.

All I wanted was the same love I had shown.

You own me baby, you had me,

You threw me away to drown in your blue sea.

I wanted to give you everything, my love was free.

Come back baby come back to me.

I’m tethered to you, I’m bound baby.

The thread is thinning on me,

And I’m holding on so delicately.

Don’t leave me, don’t leave baby

Don’t go baby, just hold on.

I’m too weak and the love too strong.

I’m suffering, with you I feel every ache

You left me drowning baby, gasping in your wake.

You misused me, baby.

Took my love and gave none of your own.

All I wanted was the same love I had shown.

You own me baby, you had me.

You threw me away in your suffering.

I wanted to give you everything, my love was free

Come back baby come back to me.

Darkness is all I am, all I see since she left me, she left me.

Twisted, damaged, broken, I’m all three,

a mangled mess of misery.

Hit me baby, shoot me dead

I’m bleeding baby, you’re in my head.

“Oh shit, did he hurt you before I got there?” Greg’s voice cancels out Jenson’s deep penetrating crooning. It’s only then that I feel the moist licks dripping down my face. I was crying for the first time in a long time.

“Killing them was not the end. Sometimes there are no solutions and goodbye is the only way.” I croak and he pulls over.

“What the hell does that mean?”

“I want to go home, it’s been a weird day.”

“Are you sure? I thought we could go back to mine?” He grins. He’s cute, the mousy brown hair is messy all over his head, he has a few scars on his face from fighting over the years but they gave him character. He had full lips and a nice smile. “I just want to go to sleep.”

“Okay.”